— CHAPTER 55: The Truth —
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“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”
No, I didn’t actually say that. I mean, I thought it, especially given how long Mr. Zelazowski and Mrs. Zelazowska continued to stare at me without speaking. The awkward silence dragged on and on, and finally I steeled my spine and decided to take the initiative.
“Respectfully, I care a great deal about your daughter,” I stated evenly. “We have a special relationship, but admittedly it is not an exclusive one.”
Zofi’s mom scowled, Zofi’s dad looked thoughtful, but neither of them immediately responded. Neither did Zofi for that matter, who sat beside me holding my hand. I took a deep breath, squeezed my girlfriend’s hand, and continued.
“I do apologize for deceiving you. It’s not that we wanted to lie to you, but both Zofi and I understand that our relationship is not a conventional one readily accepted by most parents. We did tell you from the beginning that we were pretty casual, and that we might very well end up going to universities across the country from each other. That part turned out to be true, and given the temporary nature of the relationship, it seemed safer to remain silent, enjoy what time we had left, and ultimately part as friends.”
“Is your relationship with this other girl equally casual?” Zofi’s mom asked acidly. “Or is she your true girlfriend and my Zofi your… what is word… Your ‘side piece’?”
“Matka,” Zofi exclaimed, a little scandalized. “Neevie is my friend, you know this.”
“Will she be going to Berkeley with him?”
“Well… yes…” Zofi admitted. “But that’s not the point.”
“Are his feelings for her stronger than his feelings for you? Has your relationship always been a sham? Are you even having sex with him or was that just a lie to cover your sinful cravings for other women?”
“Matka!” Zofi exclaimed again before pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes. “You know full well we’ve been having sex. You’ve done my laundry and seen the cum stains, haven’t you?”
Zofi’s dad muttered something in Polish, squeezed his eyes shut, and rubbed his forehead.
Zofi’s mom continued, “When you share him with Neevie, are you having sex with her as well?”
Zofi’s dad pushed his forehead deeper into his hand.
When Zofi didn’t immediately answer, her mother pressed forward. “Zofia, are you having sex with other girls?”
Zofi squeezed my hand and raised her chin proudly. “Yes, I am bisexual, Mama. Making love with Matty brings me incredible joy, but I enjoy sex with women as well.”
Her mom’s eyes went wide. Perhaps she was so used to Zofi’s denials that to have her daughter just proudly admit it now shocked the hell out of her. Her mouth gaped open and flapped like a fish out of water for a moment, but she quickly found her voice and asked, “Have you been sexing with Sam all this time?”
Zofi sighed and nodded. “Yes, Mama.”
“Sam was here this afternoon when I came home. Did you have sex with her today?”
Zofi’s shoulders sank a little. “Yes, Mama.”
“While Matt was with this other whore?”
“Ohmigawd, she’s not a whore. She’s my friend.”
“Another girlfriend you have sex with? Huh?”
“Matka.”
“You were NOT sharing Matt with Neevie this afternoon. You were alone, in this house, having sex with Sam, yes? For how long have you and Sam been lovers?”
“I’m not getting into that.”
“Are you homosexual?”
Zofi looked away, tears in her eyes as she started shaking her head.
Zofi’s dad chimed in, “I think it is clear she is not homosexual if she is having sex with a man.”
“She is having sex with one man and two women. This is more homosexual than not, no?”
“That is not how it works, Zuzanna,” Zofi’s dad muttered.
Zofi’s mom narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized Zofi. “Who do you love more, Matt or Sam?”
Lips pursed together, Zofi continued shaking her head and avoiding eye contact.
“Threesome I understand,” her mom continued. “Men enjoy watching two women having sex. Your father has watched pornography of this.”
“Zuzanna!” Zofi’s dad suddenly flared his hands out, shocked disbelief on his face.
“But you know I have worried about you for many years,” she continued. “You have always tried to deny me. You tell me for months you have boyfriend but I never see boyfriend. Then you bring Matt home and you make me think everything is okay. But now I find he is not real boyfriend.”
“He IS my real boyfriend,” Zofi protested.
“Do you love him?” her mom repeated.
“YES! I LOVE HIM! I will ALWAYS love him! I wanna have BABIES with him!”
That rocked her mom’s head back. Her dad blinked a few times and started darting his gaze left and right between his wife seated next to him and his daughter across the coffee table.
Her mom suddenly stared at me. “This is true?”
My mouth gaped open for a moment at suddenly being put on the spot after so much back and forth between Zofi and her mom. I’d arrived worried about how to explain having more than one girlfriend, but the ankara escort bayan conversation had rapidly shifted to Zofi’s sexuality instead. But my inaction lasted only a moment, and I sat up straight to reply steadily, “Yes, it’s true. I mean, she’s still on birth control and we have NOT discussed having babies anytime soon, but yes we have discussed it.”
“Do you love her as well?”
“I do.”
Zofi’s mom stared me down, eyes piercing in their intensity as if she could ferret out a lie through sheer willpower. I held her gaze, confident in the truth, and repeated seriously, “I love Zofi very much.”
My girlfriend squeezed my hand harder.
“We’ve been friends for years,” I continued. “She was my first kiss when we were younger.”
That information surprised Zofi’s mom. “Really?”
I nodded. “It’s the truth. Our relationship has grown so much over the years since that first kiss, and she’s an important part of my life.”
“Important enough to raise a family with her?” Her mom furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Zofi. “Someday you will still give me grandchildren?”
Zofi sat up straight. “Is THAT what this is about? You’re afraid that if I’m lesbian I won’t give you grandchildren?”
“No, no,” her mom denied, but at the same time, I could tell there was some measure of relief in her shoulders that her daughter might someday procreate. “Homosexuality is a sin. This is the problem.”
Zofi sighed and shook her head. “Then I am a homosexual, Mama.”
“What?”
“I love women. I love Sam. She is my friend and she does not love me in the same way I love her, but I love Sam. I love her more than Matty. I’m gay. I’m lesbian. I’m homosexual. This is who I am.”
Shock ran freely across her mom’s face. The older woman gawked at us with a gaping mouth, looking back and forth between her daughter and me. A moment later, she gestured at us vehemently with both hands, barking, “You are NOT homosexual! Homosexual does not have sex with man!”
“This is what -I- said,” Zofi’s dad chimed in.
“I don’t want to marry Matty. I don’t ever want to marry a man, period. And I don’t ever want to have sex with another man besides Matty,” Zofi stated quite seriously. “I’m sorry. I did try to deceive you. In the beginning, I did ask Matty to pretend to be my boyfriend to get you off my back.”
“So he is NOT real boyfriend!”
“He IS,” Zofi insisted. “That was just in the beginning, but our relationship grew into so much more. I do enjoy making love with him because I love HIM. He has been my partner and my friend in discovering who I really AM. And when the time comes, I told him I would ask his help for me to give you those grandchildren you want. But I’m a lesbian, Mama. When I close my eyes and imagine my family, I imagine another woman next to me. When I fantasize about endless physical pleasure, I don’t fantasize about dicks. I fantasize about other girls, about their supple curves and soft, feminine touch. Matty gives me pleasure, but he’s the only boyfriend I will ever have. I love women, and someday I intend to marry one.”
Zofi’s mom closed her eyes and held up a finger. “Get out.”
“Zuzanna!” her dad exclaimed in surprise, and my jaw dropped, but Zofi didn’t make a sound.
Instead, Zofi simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if expecting this outcome. If anything, she looked rather relieved. The truth was out there. She didn’t have to hold it inside. She didn’t even have to hide behind a shield of being bisexual, even though at least from my perspective it certainly seemed more accurate than her being a complete lesbian.
But even if she continued to have sex with me, “being lesbian” was how Zofi felt deep inside. To finally have that state of being on the outside obviously meant everything to her, and I reached out with both arms and hugged her fiercely to my chest with her head tucked into the crook of my neck.
“Get out,” her mom repeated, voice cold as ice. “I do not want this sinful… slut… in my house.”
Only then did the tears start. Zofi broke down in quick shudders while I wrapped my arms around her head and glared at Mrs. Zelazowska. “With all due respect, ma’am… You do NOT get to call your daughter a slut.”
“It is none of your business!” she shot back.
“She’s the future mother of my children, which absolutely makes Zofi’s happiness my business.”
“What is this fairy tale you speak? If she is lesbian, then you do not have real relationship. If she wants children, would you marry her? Would she be your one and only?”
I sighed. “No, I wouldn’t marry her.”
“A-HA!” She shook her fist in my face.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately, not least because it’s clear that I have such strong feelings for more than one young woman. But one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I love your daughter.” I squeezed Zofi tighter in my arms. “This beautiful creature… this beautiful soul… shared an incredibly important piece of herself with me. The very first time we ever made ankara bayan escort love, as I held her in my arms she trusted me to be the very first person she ever came out to. And when she asked me to father her children someday, the thought of her returning to me and assuming such a permanent role in my life was more than I could have ever hoped for.”
I turned and looked over at Zofi’s dad for a moment, explaining somewhat regretfully, “But while Zofi would make a loving, selfless companion, she could never give me the all-consuming love that I believe we both deserve. She loves women. That’s deep in her heart. So the answer is no, I wouldn’t marry her. I wouldn’t claim her as my own. She deserves better than me, and frankly, I deserve better than her. Not because either of us is unworthy, and certainly not for lack of love. But we both deserve a partner who loves us fully. I owe it to her, I owe it to myself, and I owe it to our unborn children to help her build the happiest, most loving family she’s capable of. And for that… she needs another woman.”
“This is lesbian! This is sin!”
“This is who she is!” I insisted. “This is your daughter!”
“She is NOT my daughter anymore!”
“Zuzanna…” her husband tried to say calmly.
“MATKA!” Zofi exclaimed before breaking into sobs again, adding much more quietly. “Mama…”
“GET! OUT!” Her mom’s voice was much louder now.
“Please be reasonable,” I began.
“GET! OOOOUUUUTTTT!!!”
After closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, I nodded my acquiescence and helped Zofi stand up. She sobbed and clutched me close. Zofi’s dad stood with me, and Zofi’s mom barked something in rapid Polish. But he snapped something back and walked with us to the front door.
“I will talk with her,” he promised in the hallway.
“Thank you,” I replied with a nod.
“Please believe… the problem is not you, Zofi. She loves you. The problem is deep inside her… My, oh, my…” He paused to rub his forehead and sighed. “I have let it stay bottled up inside for too long.”
Zofi wasn’t listening. She just kept crying and clutching me.
But Zofi’s dad reached out and stopped our forward progress for a moment by taking her arm. When she turned her head and looked at him with bleary eyes, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. And finally he stated seriously, “I will make this right.”
Zofi started crying again and didn’t verbally respond. But she reached out with her hand and squeezed his forearm.
He turned his attention to me, ordering, “Take care of her.”
“Of course. I promise.”
He gave me a short, appreciative nod. And then he turned and walked away.
****
It was a late Saturday afternoon and my family room was once again filled with girls. But sex was the absolute LAST thing on our minds, the entire BTC instead focused on rallying around one of their own.
Sam was supposed to spend the weekend at her parents’ house, but had been waiting at my place for us to return. I also called Naimh, who of course would want to know what had happened after I got dressed and left her to head over to Zofi’s house. She said she’d call Alice and Holly, and I called Belle who called Mari, and within thirty minutes all seven girls had assembled at my place.
First off, Zofi would be spending the night with Sam in Sam’s bedroom, meaning the one here in my house and not at Sam’s parents’ house. Zofi’s dad had promised to talk to his wife, so the hope was that this would not be the kind of lengthy stay that Sam had just gone through. Still, if this threatened to last into next week, the girls planned to make a run to Zofi’s house to pack up some of her belongings.
After that, the rest of the conversation turned to Zofi’s formal admission of being a lesbian. Zofi realized that while she’d privately told a few of us that she was gay, “I never actually announced it to the whole group.”
“Uh, we knew,” Naimh chided with a smile.
“And you did announce it at Prom,” Mari chimed in. “You told Antonio you were proud of being a lesbian.”
“I did?” Zofi looked confused.
Holly laughed. “Yes, you did.”
After that, everyone went out of their way to support Zofi and let her know the admission didn’t change a thing about their friendships. Well, Holly teased that since she didn’t seem to have much of a shot at becoming my favorite, maybe she should change her aim and focus on becoming Zofi’s favorite instead.
At least I think Holly was only teasing.
But after that, the balance of the conversation turned into a different matter entirely.
“Zofi’s parents know you’re dating more than one of us now,” Mari wondered aloud. “How much time until the rest find out?”
Naimh looked over at Sam. “Are Zofi’s parents close with yours? I mean, you two have been friends forever. Would Zofi’s mam call your mam?”
Sam shrugged. “Mum knows Matty and I aren’t exclusive. Rachael tried to tease me that she’d blackmail me with the information, but I’ve been open with Mum the whole time. If Zofi’s mum sincan escort bayanlar calls her, she’ll be like, ‘Yeah, I know.'”
I made a face. “Zofi’s mom doesn’t know I’m with Sam, though. She thinks I’m just double-dating Zofi and Neevie.”
“Ah, shite,” Naimh swore. She stood up and paced away, muttering half to herself, “She’s gonna call me mam. Don’ know why tha’ dinna ‘cur me ‘fore.”
Mari looked over at Zofi. “Do your parents have everyone’s phone numbers?”
Zofi frowned. “I know for sure they have Sam’s and Neevie’s. I don’t know if they have the rest.”
“Does it really matter?” I sat up straight. “We have to start with the assumption all your parents are going to find out. We probably should’ve planned for this eventuality from the beginning.”
“My mom won’t care at least,” Alice chimed in. “Well, she’ll care, but I made clear to her Matty and I are just fucking, not dating.”
“My parents won’t care either,” Holly added. “They got their own shit to worry about.”
“My dad already knows everything,” Belle confirmed. “I told him the group was sharing him. Really, it’s just Neevie’s parents and Mari’s parents we gotta worry about.”
“My dad hates him already,” Naimh observed. “This won’t make him hate Matty more. Actually, he might even like it.”
“Like it?” Belle looked confused.
Naimh laughed. “Well, if Matty’s dating seven of us, then he’s less of a threat to steal Daddy’s baby bird forever, right?”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Sam drawled.
“What about your parents?” Belle set her hand on Mari’s knee.
“I don’t know. I mean, I know they like Matty, enough to have agreed to the Mari Monday Nights thing. I think my mom is finally wrapping her head around the idea of me going to Caltech and becoming an independent woman instead of marrying young and popping out babies. Not sure what she’s gonna think of this. I mean, I’ve heard her cursing about the unfaithful cholos my cousins have dated. It’s not like Matty is cheating on me but… my parents might not see it that way.”
“Maybe we should go talk to them tomorrow and come clean,” I suggested. “Better they find out from us than from other parents.”
Mari looked glum. “What if they forbid me from ever seeing you again?”
I blinked and looked upstairs. “Well, worst thing they could do is kick you out, right? I apparently have lots of room in the house. And it’s only for a few more months.”
Mari chuckled.
“Maybe your parents, too,” I told Naimh. “I’d rather tell your dad myself than have him find out from anyone else.”
“Maybe come over for dinner tonight?” she suggested. “Even if Zofi’s mam has called them by now, at least they won’t think you ran and hid.”
I nodded and took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself for seeing Naimh’s parents again.
“Are we really doing this?” Sam asked. “Coming out and admitting to all our parents that we’re all hooking up with the same guy? I mean, it’s one thing for me to tell my mum that Matty and I aren’t exclusive. It’s quite another thing to tell her he’s fucking ALL of us.”
“At least your dad won’t think I’m gay anymore.”
Sam snorted at that.
One-by-one, I met each of my girlfriends in the eye. Even the ones whose parents already knew or wouldn’t care like Belle, Alice, and Holly realized this could potentially be a game changer for all of us. But one-by-one, each of them gave me an affirmative nod.
Sam and I met each other’s eyes, and together we nodded. And with one last deep breath, I measured everyone and said, “Okay let’s do this.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed, and then she smiled rather broadly. Looking around the whole group, she perked up and said, “I have an idea.”
****
In the evening, I stood in front of the toilet brushing my teeth. Two minutes later, Belle and I moved around each other with practiced ease, me going to rinse my mouth while she stepped to the side rubbing on facewash. When I was done rinsing, I wordlessly stepped aside while she cleaned off her face. And when we both had finished, we climbed into bed together and Belle lay her head on my chest while cuddling herself around me in a firm hug.
I glanced down at my cuddle partner and found her looking up at me invitingly with her pale-green eyes. I took that invitation and bent down to kiss her. She reached her hands up to hold my head, elevating herself a little higher while increasing the pressure of her lips. Eventually she wound up straddling me, her tongue darting into my mouth over and again like an osprey hunting for fish. And when she felt my cock harden up beneath her perky little ass, she pulled back far enough to whip her nightie over her head and bare her perky firm titties to my hungry gaze.
Two minutes later, Belle’s eyelids fluttered as she sank her super-tight pussy down around my upright pole. My forever ‘little sister’ and I moved upon each other with practiced ease, wordlessly undulating and writhing together in a familiar rhythm. She planted her hands on my shoulders, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth as she roughly rode up and down upon my cock, masturbating herself with my heated organic dildo until she cried out her first climax. I didn’t mind being used, absorbed as I was in suckling on her cherry nipples and running my fingertips back and forth through the cleft of her ass.