Isaac Byrne - The Tolerant

Let them stare. She was Dr. Missy Restrepo, and she was the cool prof.

It had been a crazy semester for young Brittney Jenner, and she still wasn’t sure she had a grasp on everything that had happened and how she ought to feel about it all. Plus, where DJ was concerned, what she ought to feel had little bearing on what she actually felt, and she’d long since resolved not to try to think about those hypothetical feelings and focus on the real ones. That nagging voice that told her to be jealous, and afraid, and angry… it was a whisper now, when she could hear it at all. She wondered if not being able to silence that voice was what had driven Emily so crazy. She could understand that.

After things calmed down following Emily’s death, he came to her in tears and told her everything. All the things he and Ashley had done—or at least, all the ones he could remember. All the people he’d used, humiliated, exploited, hurt… It had been quite a list. Brittney knew some of it—you couldn’t spend time with him, keep your eye on him, live down the hall from him without knowing some of it. Much, though, she had not.

“That’s all over, DJ. And hopefully now Ashley will get what she has coming to her.” She cradled his head in her lap, stroking his hair softly.

“That’s the point though—maybe in this one case, she was entirely at fault. Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

“But,” he continued, “in all the others, I’m totally complicit. Only there’s no punishment for me. It’s a stupid thing to wish for, but it just seems so… unfair. That I get away with everything.”

“Well look here. You know I’m not mad at you. You know I couldn’t be mad at you if I wanted to. That’s just how things are. You have to live your life, hon, and that means accepting yourself the way you are now.”

“But how? I can’t keep going out and pushing people around and making them do what I want any more. That’s over.”

“DJ… I’m not saying none of the things that happened did harm.” Wow, those words had been hard to get out. She’d had to remind herself she was trying to help. “But that doesn’t mean all the things you did were harmful. The damage was all second-hand, you see?”

He said he didn’t, so she took him by the hand and lead him out of the room, down the hall to where Mercedes was getting ready for a night out. “Heya guys,” she said over her shoulder as she compared tops.

“I’m trying to demonstrate something to DJ… could you come over here?”

Mercedes arched a neatly sculpted eyebrow but did so, standing before the couple curiously. Brittney took DJ’s hands and put them on Mercedes breasts. He eyed Brittney like she was nuts, but didn’t resist. (He’d certainly be the first guy to turn down a chance at feeling those puppies up.)

“What’s this supposed to show me?” he asked.

“Mercedes, does this bother you?”

“No. Why, did somebody say it did? I’ll fuck a bitch up if I gotta.” She planted her hands on her hips, ignoring the on-going grope.

“Now, DJ, ask me if this bothers me.”

He pried his eyes away from his bounty and over to her. “Does it?”

“Not at all. If you want to feel a girl’s tits, you should.”

“C’mon, there’s a big difference in a quick grope and something actually serious.”

“All right then… Mercedes, is it cool if he fucks you?”

Her roommate shrugged. “Sure, my ride’s not coming for a couple hours yet, I should have time. Probably have to re-do my makeup, but… meh. Knock yourself out, slugger.” She began undoing her pants.

“Hey, I’m not really in the mood…”

“Fair enough. Mercedes, mind getting him in the mood?”

The blonde chuckled. “Sure, if your slut ass is suddenly too lazy to suck a dick.” She sunk to her knees, and whether he was in the mood or not, he wasn’t up to the task of denying the one-time prom queen her gift. Brittney stood behind him, wrapped her arms around him, kissed his neck and his ears.

Once he was good and hard, Mercedes didn’t even need prompting to shove him back on her bed and climb aboard. Brittney stood nearby, watching her best friend fuck her boyfriend. He really wasn’t in the mood, it seemed, as he mostly just laid back and let her bounce. She’d never seen a guy look so unenthused about a woman that sexy using his cock as a pogo stick.

Once she’d gotten off, he told her that was enough. The blonde gave him a kiss on the cheek and climbed off. “I think I’m gonna need a shower now—if Bobby calls, let him know I’ll be down soon, K?”

DJ began dressing himself once she’d scooted out. “Was that supposed to cheer me up or something?”

“It didn’t? Come on, if sex with a girl like that doesn’t cheer you up at least a little, you really may be a lost cause.”

He laughed. “Well all right. A little.”

“Good. But yes, there was a point to all that too. Ask me again if I minded you fucking my best friend right in front of me.”

“I know, I know, you didn’t.”

“That’s right. And obviously she didn’t mind. Did it do any harm?”

“Um, I guess not.”

“It sure didn’t. Nobody to spread rumors or take pictures or judge her or any of the other things that actually caused problems for these people.”

“Still, it just feels like…”

“I’m telling you to stop feeling that way. DJ, after that fall break together, I’ll be honest. I realized what you were capable of, and I was afraid. I was really worried you’d hurt someone without even realizing you were doing it.”

“Not an irrational fear.” He looked down, ashamed.

“At the time, I thought you were like my step-father, selfishly using and hurting people. Then I realized, like just now with Mercedes, you don’t hurt people. At worst, you inconvenience them. You play by different rules than the rest of us, and now you know those rules. Now you know that we can never be upset with you but we can still be upset with each other.”

“Brittney, I…”

She put a hand to his lips. It was hard to make herself shush him, but again, it was for his own good. “That’s the other difference between you and Earl. When you realized people were hurting because of something you did, you felt guilt. You wanted to fix it. That’s why I love you.”

“You… love me?”

She drew him into her arms then, and kissed him. “I love you so much I can barely put up with you sometimes.”

He smiled, and kissed her again. “Well you better learn how to put up with it, because I love you too.”

By the time Mercedes got out of her shower, their sweet-hearted makeout session had turned into full-blown sex. Brittney’s roommate politely ignored the rutting couple, but then DJ snapped his fingers and pointed to Brittney. “Suck her tits for me, would you Mercedes?”

She sighed. “I better not need to take another shower because you’re too lazy to suck your own girlfriend’s boobs.” She didn’t resist when he tugged off her towel, or when he slid a couple fingers up into her still-wet pussy. She groaned around a mouthful of tit, and when she and Brittney climaxed in unison she wasn’t displeased to see she got him off after all.

She was late to her party, though. Bobby had to wait almost an hour for her, but when DJ explained it to him, he said he didn’t mind.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Brittney asked. Lying in bed next to her, her naked, perfect body draped over him lovingly, against all sense he found his mind returning to the last thing he wanted to be thinking about.

“Ashley,” he said.

She poked his ribs. “You’re lucky I can’t be mad at you—most guys who said they were thinking of another woman right after they slept with me would be in a world of trouble.”