Page 3 of The Path To Us

Reaching behind me, I grip her arm and try to stifle my own laughter. The couple doesn’t even notice we’re here, they’re so caught up in each other. They must be from one of the neighboring towns, because I don’t recognize either of them. It’s hard to tear my eyes away. I’m an eighteen-year-old guy and it’s basically a live porn show.

“Shh.”

“I can’t… Beau! Let’s get out of here!”

“You don’t wanna stay and watch?”

“They’re about to have sex!”

“Well, no shit,” I whisper back. “Not planning on sticking around.”

We spin around and practically fall out of the barn door, laughing our asses off.

“Holy shit! Why didn’t they stop? I saw her boobs, Beau! Her boobs!”

“What? You’ve never seen boobs before?” I tease. Of their own volition, my eyes trail down to hers. Though, in my defense, they’re not small and have drawn my attention more times than I care to admit. Might make me an asshole since I have a girlfriend and Addy’s one of my best friends, but I’m an eighteen-year-old guy and I like boobs. Plus, hers just happen to be fantastic.

She covers herself and glares. “Shut up! He had his hand… you know!”

I grin at her catching me but not calling me a perv or anything. She knows I’d never do anything to betray our friendship or my relationship with Lizzy. “Want to go back and see if they’re about to doit?”

She shoves my chest and laughs harder. “Screw that!”

“I think they’re about to.” I chuckle.

“Gah, you’re such a jerk.”

“Yet you love me.”

I get another eye roll before she grabs my hand and tugs me along. “Let’s go find Lizzy. Hopefully she’s only smoking.”

“What do you mean, only smoking?”

She stops again and turns to face me, fidgeting nervously. “Umm… well, she mentioned wanting to try something.”

“Try? Something? What exactly is she wanting to try?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“What do you mean, you guess?”

“I don’t know! She just said that she heard someone had molly and she wanted to try it.”

“Fuck.”

We keep looking around but it’s not as if there are many places to hide out here in the open. Walking around the back side of the large barn the soft sounds of music fill the air along with grunts and moans.

“Holy shit,” Addy breathes out. “Again? What is up with people tonight?”

I laugh softly then all the breath leaves me when I recognize the sound of one of those moans. I spin around and look down at Addy who’s staring off into the direction of…

“Lizzy,” my best friend moans.

Moans…

Fucking. Moans her name.

“Tyson,” my girlfriend replies. “Yes! Right there. It’s so good.”

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