Trent stepped into his house an hour later.
Bea, Ann, Claire, and Melody were waiting for him, staring at him as he walked into the living room. For a long moment, they just stared at each other.
"Trent!" Bea said finally. "What did you do to that woman!?"
"I was going to say something similar," Ann said, "but with that look on his face, um, I'm actually wondering what she did to him."
"Where's Mae?" he asked.
"In the basement with her noise-canceling headphones still," Claire replied. "Spill it."
"Uh." He chuckled. "Well, first of all, I have a nude pic I have permission to share if anyone wants to see-"
"Gimme," Bea said immediately.
"Yeah, let me see," Ann agreed. Everyone ended up coming over and taking turns staring at his phone.
"Good lord, her breasts," Melody whispered. "They're huge. They have to be F cups."
"I saw her topless once," Claire said, and they looked at her. She swallowed and looked away awkwardly. "She...left her door open just a bit too much, when she was changing. I think...I've always felt like she did it on purpose. Or maybe I'm just imagining that. And...like, okay, so, I'm straight, but I do like seeing naked women. So whatever, I saw. But Trent! The sounds she was making!"
"Um, wait so how loud were we?" he asked.
"Okay, so, admittedly we all went and hid out by the fence," Bea said. "So we were pretty close. And could hear her screaming. Holy shit. Trent."
"Okay, you've got to keep anything I say strictly between us. The fact that this happened at all is very much a 'no one else needs to know it even happened' type situation. Got it?" They all nodded. "Okay, so…" He looked briefly at the basement door, then lowered his voice. "Candy is a fucking freak. She is a goddamned whore."
"I knew it," Ann murmured, laughing.
"In what way?" Bea asked.
"She can suck DICK like no one else I've met. She's down for, like, anything. We had sex three times. I didn't even really mean to for the last one, she just...seduced me. I was literally preparing to walk out the door and then I just...had to have her again."
"Did you cum inside of her?" Bea asked.
"Well…"
"Come on, don't hold out on us," Claire said.
"Yes. I did. Four times."
"Four times?!" Melody cried.
"Yes. She blew me in the shower, and then we had sex three times. And it was amazing. Holy fucking God was it amazing. That woman can fuck."
"I had no idea, honestly," Ann said. "I always thought she was a little...strange. But she works up at the church. And like, really works there, not just like as a job. Like she believes...I guess not that it negates her beliefs or anything, it just seems strange. On the other hand...I guess a lot of religious people are freaks behind closed doors."
"A lot of people are freaks behind closed doors, apparently," Bea said. "And by that I am referring to myself."
"Okay, um, I need to sit down," Trent said.
Claire laughed. "Did she actually, like, wear you out?"
"Uh. Yeah. She actually complained about how much cum I put in her," he replied, sitting down on the couch heavily.
"You do fucking cum so much," Bea groaned. "It's the only part of sex I don't like." She paused. "Okay, I'll admit...I kinda like it now. No idea why. But cleaning it out of me is still annoying."
Trent opened his mouth to reply, then yawned. "Holy shit, I think I need a nap."
"Wow. I cannot believe a forty something year old mom wore you out," Bea replied.
"To be fair, she probably needs a nap, too," Ann said.
"Wait, so like, uh...what does Stan say about this?" Bea asked suddenly.
"We had a talk. A very blunt one. He's cool with it."
"Did he, like...listen to you fucking the shit out of his wife?" Melody asked.
Trent chuckled awkwardly. "No, uh, he went out."
"Oh, that makes sense."
"Maybe you should see Mae," Bea murmured.
"Probably yeah." He yawned again.
"Jesus, she actually fucking wore you out. I can't believe it," Ann said, grinning. "I guess it's actually true what they say about cougars."
"Well...I think it depends. It wasn't really like this with Ellen, but-"
"Who's Ellen?" Melody asked.
"A forty something cougar Trent hooked up with out in Bright Harbor," Bea said. "She may not have worn you out but that woman could suck dick, and now, thanks to her, we have definitely upped our game in that regard."
"Really? Did she give you, like, instructions or something?" Melody asked.
"She did actually, yes," Bea said.
Trent stood up and pulled out his phone. "You guys share your dick sucking advice," he said as he texted Mae. "I'm going to either see Mae or possibly go to sleep for the night."
"She fucked the energy right out of him," Claire said, laughing.
Mae responded quickly and he headed downstairs. He found her at her laptop, headphones down around her neck now.
"Hey," she said. "Uh...everything good?"
"Yep, everything's good," he replied. "How are you doing?"
"I'm all right," she said, and he relaxed. Despite how much he trusted her to tell the truth about whether or not it would bother her that he'd fucked her mom, he worried that was a situation where you wouldn't truly know until you'd actually crossed it. He couldn't unfuck Candy. But she seemed fine. He didn't think he was completely clear, sometimes stuff took time to truly settle, but this was a good development. "You look tired," she said.
"I am," he replied.
"Okay...so I've got one question, and then we won't talk about it anymore. But...without giving any details, did it go well and will you keep doing it? Okay, that was two questions, but whatever."
"It went extremely well and I am definitely going to keep doing it if it remains not a problem," Trent replied.
"That's fine," she said. "Like I said, I love my mom, and I want her to be happy, and I'm guessing it made her happy."
"Ohhhh yeah, it made her happy."
"And that's the last we'll talk about it!"
"Okay, babe. Sorry."
She laughed. "It's fine. It has to be kinda weird...whatever. I'm glad you both had fun." She paused again, then sighed. "How'd it go...with my dad?"
"He knows, he's fine, he wasn't there. Went to hang out somewhere else."
"Okay, good."
He glanced at her screen. "Still in your Cry of Fear phase?" he asked.
"Yes! There's so much content! I'm making my way through the scenarios. Some of them, um...aren't great. But some of them are super cool. I've also started working on my-" she sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, "-lame fan fiction. I've written a few chapters so far. I'm not even sure if I want to post it."
"It's not lame," he said. "You still want me to read it?"
"...yes," she mumbled, not looking at him.
"Why are you so weird about this?"
She sighed heavily. "I don't even know! I guess I've just been fucked with so much about things I like that it just...is too much? I don't know. People fucked with me for liking Witchdagger. Demontower. Playing bass."
"Come here," he said, motioning to her.
She stared at him for a moment, then took off her headphones and stood up. He enfolded her in his arms as she stepped against him. She rubbed her face slowly against his chest.
"You know that I love you, and I accept what you like. I won't make fun of you for liking something, or writing fan fiction. I was drawn to you because you're awesome, and different. Every time I learned a new thing that you like, it only made me more interested. I fucking love that you're into games, and the music you are, and that you're writing fan fiction."
"Really?" she murmured.
"Yes! Writing is so cool! Honestly, I think everyone should do it. Even if they never publish anything, even if they never show even another single person, it's still good. It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does. It feels so good. It's so fun," she replied, looking up at him. She sighed suddenly, losing her smile. "I'm so short."
"I'm sorry you hate it," he replied.
"I don't hate it anymore...not really. It just-sometimes it bugs me. I get reminded of it, and it's just like this stab of annoyance and frustration. But sometimes, and this is getting more common, I kinda like it. I like you picking me up and carrying me. I like looking up at you. At Ann. At Bea. And sometimes it feels kinda perfect, in a way? Like, I'm the baby of the group, everyone takes care of me because I'm the most fucked up, and also I'm the smallest."
"You're very capable of taking care of yourself, Mae."
"I know, but...I don't really want to. I mean, for like the basic stuff, yes. I do. Obviously I want to bathe myself and go to the bathroom by myself. But...I kinda like how you all drive me around, and sometimes you make food for me, and just do stuff with me because I'm scared...is that ridiculously cringe?"
He laughed. "No, love. It's not ridiculously cringe. Honestly, I sort of get it. I like it when you all take care of me. I just like being on the other end of that more. And I don't think that makes me better or worse than you or anything. I think everyone wants to be taken care of, and everyone wants to care for other people, it's just...like a scale. Some are more towards one side, some are more towards the other."
"I'm learning that this is true for, like, everything," she said. "And as a pansexual, that helps so much. Knowing everything doesn't have to be just one or the other, on or off, yes or no."
"Binary thinking is shit," Trent said.
Mae nodded. "Yep…" She glanced back at her laptop. "So, like, I'm super happy everything worked out and I love you, but…"
"You want to get back to work," he said.
She nodded. "...is that bad?"
"No! Not at all. I fucking love that you're loving your work. That's fantastic. Go to it, babe."
She smiled. "Thank you. For real. It's...just really awesome that you're so supportive. Um, I'll send you the stuff I've written so far. But don't make fun-" She stopped, shook her head. "Sorry, habit. Read it when you can and let me know what you think."
"I will, Mae. Have fun."
He kissed her and left her to it, heading back upstairs. As he did, he almost stepped into Bea. She looked...impatient. "Take a shower with me," she said, grabbing his hand.
"Um, all right. Although it'll be like my fifth shower today," he replied, letting her lead him upstairs.
"You'll be fine."
They got quickly upstairs and she shut the door, started up the shower, and began taking her clothes off.
"Okay, so tell me about it," she said.
"Is it making you horny?" he asked.
"Yes! Like I said, we were listening. And it...was really hard not to run off and go masturbate in the middle of it. I don't know why but it just gets me really fucking wet. Like...did you get a video!?"
"No, just that one pic."
"Agh! I want to see a video of your cock going into Candy's vagina. Or her mouth. Anything."
"Jeez, you are horny," he muttered as he got his pants off.
"Yes! Tell me about it. Come on."
They into the shower. "Okay. Well...like I said, Candy is a fucking freak. She can suck dick even better than Ellen, and she fucks like a porn star. Which just surprised the fuck out of me. And she is really confident. She's like a goddamned succubus. And she...pulled some stuff out of me I didn't quite know was there?"
Bea frowned. "Okay what does that mean?"
Trent chuckled awkwardly. "We explored some, um, roleplay."
"Oh wow, it must be weird if you're reacting like that. Don't worry, I'm going to be weirded out…" She grinned suddenly. "Did you handcuff her, duct tape her mouth shut, slap her around and fuck the absolute shit out of her?"
"Um...so that was a rather specific question. Is that what you want?"
"...maybe."
"Come on, tell me."
"You tell me first."
"Fine. It was incest. Like, mommy-son stuff. And...she's really good at it. Also, she actually did say she would be very down to try some rape play."
"That's so hot," Bea whispered.
"And you?" he asked.
She blushed and looked down. "I mean...yeah. I wouldn't mind, you know...trying some stuff out. But...later. I'm still kinda figuring that one out."
"All right, babe. Whatever you want, whenever you want. Also, since I knew you'd want me to ask, I got permission for you to watch next time we fuck."
"For real?" she asked, snapping her gaze back up.
"Yep. Candy's cool with it."
"Oh man, that's so awesome." She slowly lost her smile as she actually began washing up. "I still feel bad about...the drinking, and lying to you."
"It's okay, Bea. Our relationship is a hell of a lot stronger than a mistake."
"I know, I'm not scared you're going to break up with me, but I mean...I just feel guilty. You're a really good person, Trent, and I, your fiancee, who loves you, did something mean to you."
"I know I was pissed, but I don't really see it that way. You made a bad call."
"...yeah," she murmured finally, then sighed. "I guess it'll just take some time for the sting to fade."
"It will. Let it pass. Also, you seem to be doing better."
"I am. The painkillers and the weed kicked in, and that Tabasco shot actually seemed to clear it all up. Or at least soften it a lot...I want to do something nice for you."
"I'll be honest, I'm sexed out."
She laughed. "Wow, that's...man, Candy has to be something else. Well, how about a massage?"
"I'd appreciate that, babe."
She hugged him and they held each other for awhile in the shower. After a time, they finished up, dried off, and headed to the bedroom.