House Slut - S01 E83

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House Slut - S01 E83

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

That evening the group gathered for dinner: Tegan, Yeong, Brandon, Sam and Angus, enjoying Tegan’s effort at a simple roast lamb and vegetables. Each of them a couple of drinks in as Tegan cleared away the dishes to deal with later and brought back fresh drinks. It seemed to suit the mood to have a drink accompanying dinner so there was an almost finished bottle of wine on the table that had been split between her, Yeong and Brandon, while Sam had knocked back a couple of beers and Angus was on his third glass of scotch which he drank neat in a curvy glass that he said improved the aroma. To Tegan it smelled like burnt rubber and tasted of band-aids. After returning to the table with an extra bottle of wine and a beer for Sam she gently addressed the subject of her upcoming trip.

“So I have a thing coming up that I will need to be out of town for.” She started ambiguously.

“Oh, what’s tha’?”

“Just a personal trip. But I will be away for about four days, over a weekend.” She emptied the last of the open bottle of wine into her glass and took a sip. “I’ll make sure I pay my share of the bills for the time I’m away.” Hoping to satisfy any followup questions from Angus and Sam, not wanting to get into the details of her arrangement, though it seemed that the financial aspect was furthest from Angus’ mind.

“Well yeh’ll have to make sure our balls are proper drained before yeh go.” Angus drawled, swirling his glass. In the corner of her eye she saw Brandon fidget anxiously.

“Does he always talk like that about your relationship?” Yeong said with a note of concern.

“Sex is our relationship.” Tegan said with a sigh. “You get used to his…”

“Brutishness?”

“…directness. Eventually.”

“She likes it.” Angus said, leaning over and caressing Tegan’s cheek then gently squeezing her chin before releasing her and sipping his whiskey. “Tegan is a sensitive, thoughtful, intelligent girl. But in the bedroom, that’s where ah make her feel like a real woman.”

Tegan sipped her wine, fixing Angus with a baleful glare, but didn’t deny it. She didn’t appreciate him trying to embarrass her in front of their houseguest but at the same time all she wanted him to pin her down and fuck her hard. It was infuriating how he continued to have that effect on her.

“We have company.” Tegan said eventually, pointedly. Angus didn’t need the reminder, but she did feel like an objection should be recorded.

“Oh I…” Yeong stammered “It’s not my way but I don’t mean to judge.”

“It is an unconventional arrangement.” Tegan said, turning to Yeong. “I’m sorry if Angus made things uncomfortable.”

“He didn’t. Honestly, as much as he might have tried.”

They both laughed at that and Angus harrumphed to himself as he nursed his scotch.

“I’m just happy that things are going so well between you and Brandon.”

“Hey I’m right here.” Brandon objected.

“Good point. Girl talk time!” Tegan took up the open wine bottle and her glass in one hand and Yeong by the wrist in the other and led her into the kitchen closing over the sliding door, and led them to the table where they could set down their wine glasses. She could hear Sam assuring Brandon that he didn’t need to follow and to just relax. She assumed Angus and Sam would try to wheedle more details of his new sex life out of him and felt slightly bad for leaving him behind, but she wanted to get to know Yeong better.

“So, things are going well, I hope?”

“Yes.” Yeong said simply, fidgeting with her wine glass and taking a sip.

“I really am glad. I just wanted to clear the air between us.”

“Clear the air?”

“Well not to harp on about it, but I hope you aren’t uncomfortable about me and Brandon still living together. After everything.”

“You’ve both been very honest with me. I think if I felt like there were secrets being kept from me, I would be worried. But I’m not. And I’d like us to be friends.”

“That’s great, Brandon is a friend and I want anyone he cares about to be a friend too.”

There was a brief pause as they both drank.

“To be honest, Brandon told me some more details.”

“Oh, what’s that?” Tegan said, feeling her stomach turn over.

“He told me that sometimes the relations were not strictly one on one.”

“Ah.” Tegan acknowledged carefully, trying to assess Yeong’s feeling about this. “Yes. That was sometimes the case.”

“You described it as polyamory but that’s not exactly the word I would use.”

“Well, in the interests of full disclosure, no. To put it completely bluntly, I became the house slut.” Tegan sighed.

“Why?” Yeong asked. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”

“I don’t mind telling you, especially because I want us to be friends. You might as well know the whole story.”

Tegan relayed every detail – her inexperience, her lousy relationships, her growing need to explore her sexuality, and her decision to quit her job and live in the house as a live in love slave. She left out a few incidents that fell outside the scope of the agreement that Brandon was likely unaware of: the glory holes, the poker night, the swingers party. But otherwise she was open about the threesomes and foursomes, the gang bangs, even the occasional seasoning of her food with a little man sauce. At times Yeong seemed equal parts fascinated and horrified, but Tegan held nothing back hoping that any judgments or concerns would only have a backlash on her, and not Brandon. Eventually she concluded the long story.

“…and here we are.”

Yeong was silent while she let it sink in.

“Brandon was involved in… all that?”

“A little bit. I think he let the other guys push him into it. Just went with the flow. Mostly he preferred to go at his own pace. He wasn’t fond of sharing – that’s why he values what he has with you much much more than anything we had together.”

“It feels like you’re working hard to defend him.”

“Maybe, but it’s all true.” Tegan rested her hand on Yeong’s. “I hope this doesn’t make you think less of him.”

“Actually, it makes me feel better. It helps me understand that what you had was not… personal. Even though it was intimate.” She smiled, finishing her glass of wine.

“I also hope we can still be friends. I’m sure your view of me is probably pretty low.”

“I will admit, you’ve done things I could not do. But in a way, I am envious of how freeing it must be to be able to act so shamelessly.” She clapped her hand over her mouth, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, that must have sounded so awful.”

“I think I understand what you meant. No offence taken.”

A loud laugh went up in the other room.

“I wonder what that was about?” Yeong pondered aloud.

“Boy talk probably. We can leave them to it awhile longer.”



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