Pete's Weekend Ch. 03

Julia and Diana had met at university, they were both on the Graphic Design course and from their second year they were living in the same digs. Between them they could drink most of their fellow students under the table and consequently often stumbled back home on a Friday night without the boys they'd spent the evening trying to get off with. On one such occasion, horny, drunk, and boyless they'd found themselves semi-naked and entwined on the kitchen floor, their tongues exchanging beer-flavoured saliva and nicotine breath, their clumsy hands groping and tugging at clothing to seek out bare skin. After that, any night they got home alone they'd crawl in to bed together, an un-spoken agreement that one way or another they'd go to sleep with their lust satisfied.

When Andrew first met Diana her lesbian past was a rumour which played no small part in his attraction to her. She'd refuse to be drawn on the subject, neither denying nor confirming the stories which continued to circle the small group of ex-students who still lived in the city. Eventually, during a rough patch in their relationship, when she feared he was about to leave her, Diana told Andrew that she had indeed slept with several of the girls she'd been at uni with. Later she listened as Andrew re-told the story to his younger brother, exaggerating it vastly. She let Pete believe the lie, certain that he wasn't one to tell anyone else.

After university Julia had gone home to her parents for six months while she looked for a job, but the student lifestyle sucked her back to the city and she found herself accepting a job well below her ability. Once through the door of a design company she'd quickly been recognised as a talent and had climbed through the ranks, much to the annoyance of those who'd been her seniors when she'd started and were now her juniors. Julia had a habit of making enemies; her laid-back attitude to nearly everything coupled with her ability to simultaneously make everyone else look lazy meant people were often infuriated with her but had no idea why.

Diana and Andrew had been together for four years now, with minor breaches of fidelity on both sides. They'd met when Diana was one year out of university, aged twenty-four to Andrew's twenty-three.

Pete was born nine years after Andrew and always found it hard living in his shadow. When he'd finished college his parents had said 'university or job', and Pete had walked out to spite them. Andrew had been instructed by his parents to take his younger brother in and encourage him to start working, their parents were paying him Pete's keep each week, an arrangement Andrew had found beneficial to keep secret.

After leaving his parent's house Pete had been considering university, he'd done well enough at college to get on to the language courses he'd liked the look of and the idea of being around people his own age again rather than being part of the adoptive circle of friends he shared with his brother and Diana appealed to him. He'd got some part-time work which he'd kept secret, aided by the long hours Andrew worked, he'd paid off his overdraft and now had the means to pay his first year tuition fees. He'd been ready to announce his plans to Andrew and Diana when Andrew had ruined everything by suggesting that maybe Pete should get a job and start paying rent. 'Fuck him' Pete had raged to himself for the rest of that day, then stubbornly resolved not to tell a damn person and just start his course in September. Where he'd live while he was at uni was still something which needed some consideration. Now a month in to his course he was still hoping to find a room somewhere soon and the pile of reading material was getting too big to hide in the suitcase he was living out of. So now he'd spend his days attending lectures and seminars or at the library and sit-up at night, writing-up his notes whilst listening to Andrew's and Diana's grunts and moans floating down through the ceiling.

So, here he was, kneeling beside his brother's girlfriend, a weekend he'd planned on using to study rapidly disappearing, defeated by lust. Now he was spent the seemingly insatiable desire which had filled him at the promise of seeing the rumours about Diana's past played out again for his viewing pleasure was gone. No doubt it would return soon enough but Julia had sounded a little shocked and perhaps even a tiny bit angry at learning who Diana's adulterous partner was. "Is it Pete?" Julia asked again. Diana and Pete looked at each other, their chests heaving as they gulped down air, the situation once more dawning on them with all it's accusations.

"Um, yes," Diana said finally. Julia didn't say anything for a few moments then sighed.

"I'll be right over, I can't have this conversation on the phone." She hung up and Diana replaced the phone on the bedside cabinet.

"What now?" Pete asked.

"We take a shower and get dressed I guess, let me talk to Julia, I'll sort everything out, don't worry about it." Diana stood up and pulled open a drawer, pulling out clean underwear and walking from the room.

An hour later Pete and Diana sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table, both clutching mugs of coffee and avoiding eye contact. At last the doorbell rang and Diana rose, her chair scraping back across the tiled floor. She made her way through the ground floor to the front door and Pete heard her open it, followed by indistinct talking, he could tell by the tone that it wasn't a happy, full-of-smiles and 'how have you been?' greeting. As the voices got closer he could make out Diana's, defensive and playing the victim.

"I don't see what difference it makes that it's him." They entered the kitchen and Diana pointed at Pete sitting meekly at the table.

"Hi," Pete said, looking at Julia and smiling weakly.

"Hi Pete," Julia replied as if he didn't feature in the discussion at all. "Of course it makes a difference Diana, he's Andrew's brother, you can fuck around but not so close to home."

"That makes no sense, cheating is cheating, there's not degrees of cheating." Diana sat back at the table while Julia poured herself a mug of coffee.

"So you really can't see a difference between cheating with a total stranger or cheating with him?" Julia pointed her thumb at Pete as she sat at the head of the table. Diana looked back and forth between Pete and Julia and then shrugged and shook her head. "OK, so you know Andrew's cheated on you in the past, right?" Julia said.

"Is that true?" Pete asked, feeling he should make a contribution.

"So, how would you feel if he cheated on you with your little sister, yes I know you don't have one, but suppose you did?" Julia paused and took a sip of her coffee. Diana seemed to think the question over for a while.

"No worse than I'd feel if he cheated on me with a complete stranger."

"Bullshit Diana. OK, how about this, what if he slept with your mother?"

"I would be really quite disturbed if he did that," Diana said.

"So you admit there's degrees of cheating?" Julia grinned.

"OK, OK, there's degrees of cheating but it's not knowing the person which makes it worse, I'm not freaked out by the prospect of Andrew fucking my mum, I'm freaked out by the prospect of him fucking anyone like that, my mum, your mum, Mrs Baker next-door. It's that he'd be getting something from it that he couldn't get from me."

"No way, if anything that would make it less of an insult, that's like a butcher being offended that you're getting your bread somewhere else, different things entirely." Julia shook her head, totally confused by Diana's inability to grasp her argument.

"Well, maybe Pete gave me something Andrew couldn't, d'you think of that?"

"No offence Pete," Julia said without turning to look at him, "I sincerely doubt he's giving you anything Andrew isn't, or couldn't."

"Trust me Jules, he can, and did." Diana reached out and put her hand on Julia's before turning to smile knowingly at Pete. Julia had to admit that it sounded as if Diana had been getting the fuck of a lifetime when she'd been listening earlier.

"But still Di, it's Pete, he's like your brother practically, and he's only what, eighteen?"

"Nineteen," Pete corrected.

"Exactly," Diana sighed, "I'd forgotten what sleeping with a teenager is like, he's got so much energy."

The conversation had ground to a halt, it was clear to both women that they weren't going to convince the other that they were wrong, The three sat and drank their coffee in silence, all turning to watch out the window as a cat appeared from nowhere and tried an impromptu massacre of the bird population in the overgrown back garden. As Julia drained her mug and placed it back on the table Diana asked if she'd like another, then rose to get her a refill.

"I started at university," Pete said quietly as if it were no big deal. Diana returned with the three refilled mugs and set them down on the table.

"Pardon?" she said.

"I said I started at university," Pete wasn't looking at her, he was still absently gazing out the window, trying to not let his body betray the panic his mind was going through, stupid thing to say, stupid stupid.

"What!? How?" Diana reached across the table and turned his head so that he faced her, his eyes dropped down, focusing on his fresh coffee.

"I take it this is a big deal?" Julia said.

"Yes," Diana replied. "What are you studying? What this university?" She pointed in the general direction of the university campus across the city. Pete nodded, slowly realising that the news had been taken as a good thing and that telling Diana when Andrew wasn't around was a stroke of genius.

"I got on the language course I wanted." He took a sip of the hot coffee and managed a little smile to himself.

"But how are you paying your tuition?"

"I got a part-time job at a hotel over the summer, paid back my overdraft and had just enough."

"Is that where you were all summer, we thought you'd got yourself a secret girlfriend. Well done Pete, that's excellent news, why didn't you tell us earlier?" Diana gave him a broad grin.

"Andrew's been asking me for rent, I don't think he'll be too happy that instead of getting a job I'm studying." Pete's smile disappeared as he realised how right he was, and there was no way that Diana would be able to keep this a secret.

"Did you tell your parents?" Diana asked, Pete shook his head as he looked up from his coffee.

"I'm definitely not telling them." He spat the last word as if they were the worst kind of scum.

"What's wrong with your parents?" Julia asked, turning to show her confused expression to Diana.

"Last year, when he finished at college they took him out for a meal, me and Andrew went too, they made a big fuss of him, then his mum started on about him going to university and his dad chipped in and suggested he get a job. Evidently they went on like that for the next week until he showed up here with a suitcase full of his stuff and asked if he could sleep on our couch."

"Ouch," Julia replied, "that's not great, is it."

"Still, I think they'd like to know that you're back in education now." Diana tried a diplomatic smile.

"They don't deserve to know," Pete muttered.

"I'm sure that if you told them and tried to patch things up they'd let you move back in with them, at least then you'd have a bed to sleep in and somewhere proper to study." Diana stared across the table at him but he didn't reply.

"Besides, how long d'you think Andrew's going to put up with thinking you're not working or studying?" Diana continued, "Eventually he'll send you back to them anyway, then what? You're going to live on the streets? Crash at a different student house each night? Yeah, I'm sure you'll do really well on your degree living like that." Diana was angry now, she'd had to work her way through university and here Pete was with a free place to live if he'd just swallow his pride. "Stop being so fucking pig-headed Pete, call your parents and let them know."

"Sounds like you don't have much of a choice Pete," Julia interjected. Pete remained silent, watching his abstract reflection dance in the ripples of his black coffee.

"Fine." Diana kicked back her chair as she stood from the table and marched out of the kitchen. For a second Pete thought she was leaving but a wave of realisation hit him as he heard the cheerful beep of the phone in the living room being lifted from it's cradle. He jumped up and ran to Diana, followed by Julia. He snatched the phone from her hand as she jabbed at the buttons with her thumb.

"One way or another Pete, I'm going to let your parents know you're at uni." Pete held the phone away from Diana and stood between her and the door. "Julia can you run upstairs and get my phone from the bedroom?" she asked calmly. Julia stood behind Pete, looking in to the room over his shoulder.

"I think we should all calm down and try to talk this over properly." Julia pushed gently past Pete and walked in to the room, positioning herself between the two of them. "Both of you, sit down." The pair remained standing. "OK, Diana, will you agree not to try and call his parents if he agrees to just listen?" Diana nodded slowly. "And Pete, she's not going to call your parents, so will you just sit down for a minute, I'm sure we can sort this out."

Pete moved across the room and sat at one end of the couch, pushing his duvet out the way. Diana sat on the other side of the room on the armchair, scowling at him. Julia sat on the other end of the couch, nearest the door.

"Pete," Julia started, "don't you agree that you need somewhere more stable to study?" Pete shrugged his shoulders, then seeing that this didn't seem to suffice he nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I suppose," he said.

"And Diana, don't you agree that running to tell his parents like he's a misbehaving child is not a good way to start trying to rebuild his relationship with them?"

"I wouldn't have to treat him like a child if he didn't act like one," Diana said.

"Right, so- what's that?" Julia's hand had been resting on the couch but now she lifted it to her face. "What's this wet patch?" she said, then sniffed her fingers. Diana and Pete exchanged guilty glances. "Jesus, you two didn't do it here too did you? I think you might have stained this couch." Diana leapt up and moved to inspect the dark patch.

"Christ, how are we going to explain that to Andrew, one small sniff and it's pretty obvious what it is." Diana looked up at Pete form her kneeling position on the floor. "You know what he's like, he's not going to think you brought a girl back here last night, he's going to think I brought a guy back here."

"Diana calm down," Julia said slowly, "it'll be OK."

"And what about the bed, crap crap crap, we need to wash the bed before he gets home."

"Diana, he's not due home until tomorrow evening, there's plenty of time to straighten everything out, don't worry about it." Pete leaned back in the chair, pleased to have something else to talk about.

"Guys?" Julia was straining to see out of the front window, she stood and step to the middle of the room to better her view. "We might have a little less time, that'd be Andrew getting out of a taxi." Diana and Pete shot up and looked out the window.

"Right," Diana said quickly. "You two, get under that duvet, I'll tell him you slept together last night, I'll stall him and when you get a chance, get in our bedroom and strip the sheets of the bed, toss them in the laundry and open the window up, fucking wide." Pete and Julia looked at each other. "Now!" Diana growled.

"Sounds like the best plan we've got," Julia said and began unbuttoning her blouse. Pete pulled his tee-shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor, he lay at the back of the couch and pulled the duvet up, holding it for Julia to lay beside him.

Diana remained standing in the centre of the room, watching Andrew out the window, he always argued with taxi drivers, thank god.

Julia lay on the couch beside Pete and he wrapped the duvet around her, simultaneously putting his bare arm across her chest and pulling her back against himself. The strap on her bra was uncomfortable against his chest, his face was buried in her dark curls and Pete felt a million miles away from laying in a post-coital embrace but he thought that just maybe the subterfuge would work. He suddenly felt ridiculous; he'd stripped down to his boxer shorts whereas Julia had kept her jeans on, the denim cold and rough against his bare legs.

"Here he comes," Diana hissed as she darted out of the room, she poked her head back in, "remember, when I've got him out the way, get the sheets off the bed and then make yourselves scarce." She disappeared again as she heard Andrew slotting his key in to the front door.

The door opened and Andrew chucked his bags on hall floor.

"Fucking taxi drivers," he muttered, then looked up and saw Diana standing silently before him. "Hi," he said.

"Hi honey, was the conference cancelled?" she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"The conference was bullshit." He stepped out of her embrace and walked the few steps to the living room door, knocking it open and taking a few steps inside. He looked down at the couch and saw Pete and Julia laying in each other's arms. Julia looked up at him briefly before snuggling back against Pete.

"Hi Andrew," she said.

"Christ I don't know which of you I feel more sorry for. Got a job yet Pete? Course not." He stalked from the room again and found Diana still standing in the hallway. "I'm going to get changed," he stated and turned to the stairs.

"How about a shower?" Diana said quickly.

"I took one at the hotel before I left," Andrew replied as he continued up the stairs. Diana ran after him and grabbed his arm on the landing, turning him around before he reached their bedroom door.

"No, I meant a shower, with me." She took hold of his hand and slipped it around her waist and down on to her arse, looking up in to his eyes innocently. "I've missed you," she purred, "I've needed you." She pulled him by his hand in to the bathroom and locked the door. He stood and watched as she turned on the shower then pulled her tee-shirt off over her head. She dropped to her knees in front of him and stroked his cock through his beige trousers, leaning in to plant delicate kisses along the growing bulge. Opening her mouth she gently bit the thick erection and looked up at him giggling.

"Tell me," she said.

"Tell you what?" Andrew asked.

"Tell me you want it."

"Suck my cock," Andrew grinned. Diana undid his belt and pulled his trousers down to reveal the tent in his silk shorts. She grasped him in one hand while she made a show of groping herself with the other, after feeling Pete's cock and experiencing what he was capable of she wasn't thrilled by the prospect of Andrew's comparatively clumsy technique but she knew what she had to do. She closed her mouth over his silk-covered cock and gave him a tug with her lips, then in a lightning movement she yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang up and bobbed in front of her. She forced a smile and sank her lips over his head, circling it hastily with her tongue before slipping her mouth down until he filled her. Making a ring of her finger and thumb she frantically pumped his shaft as she sucked him, throwing in some moans for good measure and hoping that he'd cum quickly. She pulled her face away from him and looked up at his monstrous grin.

"I love sucking your cock Andrew, I want you to fuck my mouth, I want to be your cum whore." She knew he loved her to talk dirty to him and that the quickest way to get him off would be to behave like a cheap whore. She sucked his cock back in to her mouth and continued pumping him with her fist trying to imagine it was Pete standing before her, his luscious cock hanging there, waiting for her attention to bring it to life, she imagined a slow fuck on a grassy riverbank under the shade of a willow. Andrew's hand on the back of her head broke her daydream and reminded her that he was about to cum. With a struggle she managed to disengage her mouth from him and move back.