I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. This wasn't your ordinary pillow talk. "Huh?"

She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair.

“I want to keep you happy David. And I know you've been getting that itch to sleep with another girl. If you don't scratch that itch, I worry that you'll go wandering. I guess what I want to say is that I'll be less upset with a girl I know about than someone new."

My conscience answered before my dick could for me.

“I am happy with you Bree. I don't need to sleep with her."

She slid me out of her and then wrapped her arms around my back to pull me into a hug.

“Okay. If you don't need to..."

Unspoken was the ‘but you can if you need to', right? Her tacit permission was there, right?

As I stood there with E-Beth before me, waiting expectantly, I just froze. I wasn't actually sure if I could, or should, sleep with E-Beth.

Maybe Brianna had verbalized that she would be okay with me sleeping with E-Beth. Better her than someone else, right?

But inside, I knew that Brianna didn't actually WANT me to. It was the lesser of two evils, at best. And knowing that Brianna didn't really want me sleeping with anyone else, could I really do it?

E-Beth must have gotten tired of my indecision.

“Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to push you into doing anything you don‘t think is right.”

She pulled my hand and led me the last few steps to the car. "Let's just go. You promised me one of Jen's famous weekend dinners.”

“I'LL take the couch," I said.

E-Beth really was visiting just me for the weekend, and all along we'd known she would be crashing at the apartment for the night. But somehow, my misgivings about sex had me fearful to share the bed with her. If I was positive about my faithfulness, I wouldn't have worried.

If I was comfortable with the possibility of sex, I would have leaped right into bed. Only my current indecision had me too freaked to even sleep beside her.

E-Beth rolled her eyes at me. "David, don't be stupid. Come to bed."

If only she wasn't wearing that sheer, white nightie. The fabric was translucent, hinting at the darker color of the nipples of her braless

34DDs. I supposed I should be thankful she was wearing nightclothes at all. E-Beth patted the pillow beside her and beckoned to me.

I crawled into bed, clad only in my boxers for the warm night. And so I reclined back against the pillow, my torso slightly inclined. E-Beth rolled to me and then laid her head on my chest, wrapping an arm around me.

Her hand lightly went to my pecs, tracing the hard outline of muscle and she began speaking softly.

“So you and Brianna really haven't talked about how open or closed your relationship is?

"Talked," I sighed heavily. "Not resolved."

“Meaning you don't agree just yet. Let me guess, she wants monogamy."