39. Mom and dad
But it was one thing I knew for certain. My step father hated being on travel for any longer than needed. Though if it was a vacation that he was looking forward to he would try to extend it as long as possible.
Both mom and dad were out on a much needed vacation but said they had actually work to do while out. So it was no telling when exactly they would come home.
Then there was our little sister's out at summer camp. They are supposed to come home just before I leave on my trip with Jessica.
Jessica.....I need to do something about her.
And I need to know with Summer where exactly I stood with her.
Should I make the sensible choice and drop Jessica so I don't fear the wrath from Summer? Do I tell Summer about my plans in a couple of weeks and just not tell her about Jessica? Or should I tell her about Jessica and my plans?
On the flip side of the coin. Should I tell Jessica that I've added a fwb? Should I just bite the bullet and drop everything to avoid any grief?
No matter how I looked at it my only answer was 'I'm FUCKED!' I should have told Summer I already have a fwb and didn't want to add her as a fwb keeping her as a friend.
But my dumb ass not only convinced Summer to be a fwb but I auditioned for the position and fucked her.
If I really didn't want any of this I shouldn't have done any of it.
But would I still have gotten the help I needed to fix Kelly?
There was too many 'if's' on the table.
I needed to clear the air. I needed to be safe.
I needed to put on my man pants and just bite the bullet.
I pulled out my phone with my decision made.
I pulled up Jessica's contact info and began a text.
Me: hey Jess what's up
I waited and waited until my phone told me that Jessica read my text. Then the bubbles came up telling me she was replying.
Jessica: Gabe I'm so glad you texted
Me: you busy?
Jessica: I just got back from shopping. I picked up some outfits for our trip and I need a guys opinion.
Me: I'm glad you brought up the trip.
Then my fingers added
Outfits? What outfits?
Jessica: yeah I bought some outfits. I was going to surprise you on our vacation but they're so cute that I could really use a guy's opinion.
Me: ok.....so you want me to come over and you give me a proper fashion show?
Jessica: if I wasn't about to go to work. Tell you what if you're not busy I'll try to sneak off and wear each outfit during my breaks and send you photos. You can tell me if you like or not.
Me: ok how about a mini preview?
Jessica: fuck! If you weren't you but I'm too excited that I want to show them off. Ok one quick change. Hold on.
I waited a few minutes and got my first photo.
It was Jessica's small frame with a mini bikini that barely hid crap on Jessica's frame.
Jessica, one many reasons why I enjoy small girls, stands roughly 4'11". Weighed about 93lbs soaking wet give or take a pound but definitely under 100lbs. Has a petite body nearly rail thin. Small ample butt. Big tits on her small frame instead of being aa or a cup breasts. Green eyes. And short brown hair.
Oh yeah another reason she's kind of my weakness at the moment. She's fun. She's a closet freak, though currently I think Kelly holds that title now that I know. And the big thing.....she's fucking flexible as hell.
The fabric barely hid her erect nipples on her big B cup tits. Nor did it hide her nipple piercings. Another reason I enjoyed Jessica her piercings made her nipples constantly hard.
And it barely covered her pussy lips but didn't cover her small trimmed bush that she had as a landing strip.
The other picture was the same thing but her back side with said mini bikini. It was as if a single thread held everything together.
Looking at the picture I had an instant semi.
I growled looking at the photo and said out loud, "Well fuck!"
See her photo just made my decision harder and now I was conflicted.
Could I really go through with juggling both girls. Or if you add Kelly I was trying to juggle 3 girls.
I knew then my earlier idea of I was Fucked was a complete and utter understatement.
No matter which choice I made I was fucking screwed.