Alistaire at USC: The Buddy

While many of these chapters take place weeks or even months after the last, this one starts the day after the tennis tournament.

This chapter was impeded by Writer's Block after episode of Writer's Block, but I pushed through. You are welcome. I hope. While there were some shorter chapters in this cycle to start with, the stories get longer from here, and this one is the longest, so grab a cup of tea or three fingers of rum.

I hope you enjoy. I do know that I have once again tested the elasticity of plausible ridiculousness here. Stick with me. And buckle up.

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The One With The Buddy

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That next day's obligation I had told Sloane about? The one that saved me from returning to sit extremely awkwardly with Walt in the stands to watch his wife and Sloane play their match, but cost me what would have come after? It was a trip to the beach with friends.

Dave was currently hooking up with our friend Dana from the third floor, and he had her in my back seat with him as I drove us oceanward. There were supposed to be a bunch of other people heading to the coast, and we were meeting up with a few of them at least. Today's gang included Ronnie, whom I had barely seen since she had graduated in the Fall, along with Hannah and Flip. I hoped we didn't get too far into the D&D weeds in front of Dave and Dana.

If we did... well, I've been called a nerd before!

I was a little annoyed to be playing Chauffeur while Dave and Dana indulged in grabass in the back seat. Grabass, grabtit, whatever. I didn't pay too much attention to the rearview mirror because... California roads and I want to live. Dana and my roommate were not actually a couple. I thought Dave would have been open to exploring the idea, but Dana was unable to give up her boyfriend back home, and was honest enough to tell Dave that. Whether she was honest enough to tell said boyfriend about recreations like Dave was a question I noticed my friend carefully did not ask.

I parked us in Santa Monica and we headed for the Pier.

I found myself unaccountably and unusually irritated. I am seldom irritated after the kind of electric sex Sloane and I had engaged in after her match victory the day before. I am seldom more than 48 hours out from some at least fairly electric sex, so, honestly, I am seldom irritated.

But I was irritated today.

As the three of us approached the Pier, we spied Ronnie and waved her over to us. Ronnie laid a rather non-circumspect kiss on me which raised Dana's eyebrow a bit. I returned it of course, but I was not as enthusiastic as I might have been.

She noticed. "Who peed in your Wheaties this morning, Alistaire?" Ronnie asked.

"Nobody," I grumped. "I just... when we say we are going to the beach, we always just come to the Pier. It's fun, and the roller coaster is great, but I moved to California for the sun, sand, and surf! We almost never even go down and walk on the sand. It is a gorgeous day today, so I am going swimming, dammit. Do you know I have not touched the Pacific yet? Ever?"

"Duh," said Dana, who was from Pasadena.

Californians were idiots.

Despite my complaints, we went onto the Pier anyway. We had barely grabbed some snacks when we were met by Flip, Hannah... and Kate. We all greeted each other, and I introduced Hannah and Kate to Dana, who had already met Flip.

Kate steered a wide berth around me, but otherwise did not seem overtly upset at my presence.

We hit the roller coaster immediately, and I maneuvered myself to sit next to Hannah for the ride. "So, do I thank you or seek revenge on you for bringing Kate today?" I asked as we rode up the start hill.

"I honestly don't know," Hannah laughed. "She is probably asking me the same question in her mind. I certainly didn't tell her you were coming!"

Hannah was a great lay, and buddy for life, but I suspected that my formerly shy, mousy friend's alignment was trending more toward Chaotic Evil every year... The wench.

I was so distracted by the question of what was her intended game here, beyond precipitating a likely shitshow, that I neglected to even put my hand between her legs during the ride. She certainly noticed my omission and gave me the stink-eye as we got off at the end.

I would have to fix that before the day was done. Things were always great between Hannah's legs.

Ronnie and I flirted a little bit, and I accidentally let Kate see us doing it, which got me an eye roll that might have dislocated her eyeballs. But I sensed that Ronnie was seriously considering giving Flip a try, something that I was dead certain she had never done before she had graduated, so I mostly behaved myself around her. Mostly. Whatever Ronnie had in mind for Flip, I was certain it was not a Deathless Love Affair.

It was going to be good to be Flip...

We took a ride on the Sea Dragon and I fixed the lack of hand between Hannah's legs. She fixed the lack of hand between my legs too... The ride is short and sort of out in the open, so it was just some friendly groping. Also, the ride gets pretty wild.

Dave and Dana then insisted on ice cream. Ronnie is lactose intolerant and settled for a churro. Flip and I both gallantly got an extra scoop on our cones to fulfill Ronnie's quota. She just looked smug at our banter.

We agreed on another ride on the Sea Dragon. As we were about to board, Hannah twisted away from me to say something to Dana, and I found myself getting on with Kate.

Awkward.

As the ride started to swing slowly, Kate observed, "So I am guessing that you fuck Ronnie too."

"Not recently," I said defensively.

I realized this was perhaps not the best defense.

"Maybe not anymore," Kate said in hesitant challenge. "I think she is practically ready to jump Flip's bones right here on the Pier."

"Yeah, I noticed that," I said approvingly.

"You are pretty chill for having a girl about to leave your harem," she retorted.

"Hey! I do not have a harem," I said hotly, as the swing picked up pace. "And why would Ronnie be leaving it?"

"She's gonna bone Flip, I told you."

"So? Ronnie is her own person. She's hooked up with a couple of guys since we started, um..."

"Pull the other one," Kate said, just as the first real drop sensation hit. "Harem keepers don't let their women play the field."

"I do not have a harem. I don't 'let' any women do anything. What a friend does is up to her," I ground out, though the word 'her' turned into a yelp as the Dragon hit new heights. "Where the fuck did you get all these... AAAAAAHH... ideas about fucking harems?"

Kate clenched her teeth, but when the ride reached another new height forward, she yelped, "I like to read."

Huh?

"Read what? Arabic history?" I yelped. The ride was at its height.

"Erotica!" Kate squealed. "I like harem stories, alright?"

Immediately the ride began its slowdown.

"Oh, do you?" I could not help but leer. Well, I tried to leer. The ride was still swinging pretty hard.

"I prefer reverse harem stories, mostly," Kate said, trying to be snotty amidst the careening rise and fall of the ride.

"Been there," I snorted.

"What?!?"

"Been in a reverse harem, sort of. But it wasn't a harem either. Sure as hell not by your definition," I said. I was getting a little ticked at how a girl I thought was my friend saw me.

"What?!?"

"Really, it was just that my friend Beth back in high school had both me and my friend Ben, um, on call if you will." I grinned at her cruelly. "Usually both at the same time."

"You. Did. Not!"

I shrugged as the ride started slowing in earnest. "It was what she wanted."

Kate looked at me with the same semi-horrified look she had embraced when Sloane laid that first kiss on me.

"So, you like reading porn, huh?" I challenged, trying to pass the Embarrassment Potato back to Kate.

"I don't read porn!" she hotly denied.

"Well, I've never actually read any porn," I admitted. Then I stick the knife back in. "But you are reading harem stories about fucking. Sure sounds like porn to me!"

Kate rocketed out of the ride, but at least she didn't ditch us.

Hannah, the Chaotic Evil Wench (is Wench a D&D 5e class? It should be), was watching the two of us reward her dastardly plan. I was going to get her beside me on the roller coaster later and make her pay, I decided gleefully.

After we were all off the ride, there was one of those moments where no one in a group quite knows what to do next. It is easy to seize control in a bloodless coup under such circumstances.

"That's it!" I said loudly. "It is time. We are going down to the sand, and swim in the ocean. I can't be a Californian until I do!"

Dana, the Californian, shook her head, but remember what I said about bloodless coups? Everybody trooped off to the beach behind me.

The sand was honestly not great. I had run around on the beach in Santa Monica a time or two, briefly, usually on colder or windier days where the water was out of the question. Georgian and Carolinian beach sand is better, I had to admit to myself internally.

But this was my chance. I knew they would follow me, so I kicked off my shoes, tugged off my shirt, and sprinted for the water. I had worn swim trunks. Everybody had worn some kind of water gear. We always did when we went to the beach, even though we always ended up just hanging on the Pier.

Everybody was lagging behind me. Dave and Flip were weenies, I decided. I supposed the girls might be hesitating, not wanting to wear wet bikinis under their clothes later.

I saw that there were some nice waves. I like a little body surfing, so I resolved to show off when I hit the water. I kept up my speed as I hit the water and dove in.

Um.

The Pacific Ocean is cold, people. Fucking. Cold. Like, New England ocean in the Winter cold.

I burst to my feet with a loud, "Gahhh!" I stumbled forward a step, only to find the bottom dropped off like a cliff. I stumbled forward when my foot found nothing to stand on, only to get smacked in the face by one of those waves, which were larger than I had thought. And, of course, much colder.

I got out.

Fast.

"What," I growled at the gaggle of cackling loons waiting for me, "is the fucking use of an ocean when it is this goddamned cold!"

Well, at least Kate was looking at me like I was a garden-variety idiot again, instead of a sex monster, so I had that going for me.

I was fucking done with the blue waters of the Pacific, but we stayed on the beach to let me warm up and dry out in the sun. And the girls all did me (and Dave and Flip) the solid of stripping down to their bikinis for the duration. Even Kate.

The fact that Kate read porn was percolating in my mind a bit. Her bikini, a monokini technically, had quite a lot of fabric, much more than any of the other girls' bikinis. But most of that fabric was arranged, well, in areas where it was covering the stuff that didn't really need to be covered, leaving not much fabric left over to cover the stuff that actually did.

The bottom part of her suit was French cut so damned high it brought the concept of side-ass to new heights. As I had been noticing again lately, we are talking about a very nice ass, rounded and full, but visibly... smooth. The top part of the suit connected to the lower part on the sides and in back, drawing the bottom upward deliciously tightly at her waspish waist. That top part did nothing to lift or enhance Kate's sleek, mid-sized breasts. But it did even less to cover them, so I was all on board with the styling.

Ronnie and Hannah very pointedly did not comment when Kate's suit appeared. Ronnie had obviously at some point been clued into the embarrassing reveal of the prior day, and had been keeping an amused eye on Kate for much of the afternoon.

But Dana had no such inside information. "Damn, girl!" she exclaimed. "Kate, that suit is loaded for bear. What dude are you trying to enslave with that?"

It was an innocent question.

But I let myself catch Kate's eye. She started to bristle at my presumption, but I just placidly looked from myself to Dave to Flip and back. She started to blush a little. I idly stretched my arms over my head and let my hips twitch. Just once, but just like a belly dancer.

Kate's face was in flames.

"Oh, hey!" Dana exclaimed, having missed my little act. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Kate! I just... seriously, that is a spectacular suit on you. Right, Dave?" she asked helplessly.

"Yep," Dave said, now openly giving Kate the serious eye-bath he felt Dana had just given him permission for.

Spoiler alert: He had not been given such permission. He might not be Dana's property, but she had the exclusive rental for this day.

Sucks to be Dave.

Then just like that, we went off and took a walk along the shore until my suit dried and I stopped shivering. Then we all got dressed, went back for some more fun on the Pier, then headed back for campus.

It was a great day in various ways. Especially when Sloane texted with a picture of a second golden ball dangling from her bracelet. She tried to make a testicle joke, but I was so stoked at her championship that I could have cared less.

But I was massively disillusioned about California beaches. It was pointed out to me that the few actual surfers we saw were all wearing wetsuits.

"Where are all the bikini-clad surfer girls I was promised by the Chamber of Commerce and Hollywood?" I demanded.

"In Hawaii," Kate said drily. "Where you will need to buy a plane ticket to go collect them."

Hannah held up her hand for a high-five, and Kate actually gave it to her.

Maybe I would still be able to study with Kate after all.

*

Monday, Dave and I were having lunch together in our residence dining hall. We had elected to stick together for our second year, though after saving so much by choosing a traditional dorm for our freshmen years, we had splurged on a three-person suite with individual bedrooms. Very small bedrooms. Our assigned third occupant was a dude named Duane. He was a scholarship baseball player and thus, between sleeping, studying, and conditioning, never had time to do much of anything with us. But he was cool, even though he had gone 0-4 at that Oregon game. He'd homered twice the next week.

My parents had been less than impressed when I informed them that Dave and I had chosen a suite, the most expensive of housing options. My mother had made various tart comments about Finance majors with nevertheless profligate ways. But they had paid the bill anyway.

Across the dining hall, I heard Gina laughing hysterically all of a sudden.

She and Tish were rooming together yet again this year, utterly inexplicably as far as Dave and I were concerned. He had heard them through the wall all freshman year, just like I had, routinely fussing at each other. They were in the same dorm as us again, but on a different floor now. Word was, the chronic bickering continued.

Gina laughed again. Then a third time. Then I saw her spy me across the room and burst into laughter again.

She was sitting with Tish, who obviously made some snotty comment. Gina stopped laughing for a moment and I could see her look genuinely contrite to her roommate.

But then she stood right up, carried her lunch over to our table, and sat down with us, still grinning like The Joker.

Dave looked at her, and then back at me. He was aware that Gina and I were friends with benefits of some kind. He was continually bemused and low-key admiring that a sexual nebbish like me could swing such a situation with an A-lister like Gina.

It was so adorable. He was so clueless about everything else going on in my life. Honestly, if this were a story, his ignorance after most of two years would have strained the willing suspension of disbelief...

Gina was clutching her phone and it was clear that whatever had her so hysterical was on the device.

"So what meme do you have for us?" I asked curiously.

God, I really can be such an innocent.

She had headed toward me like a missile the moment Tish gave her the boot. Of course, I was not going to like whatever was on that phone.

"So, Alistaire," Gina said sweetly, briefly turning her phone around so I could see a group text page. "Apparently I am a member of... The Sisterhood?"

Fuck.

Sloane!

I shook a tiny mental fist in the direction of Connecticut. How had I been so stupid as to let her sneakily get ahold of Gina's phone number with that photography gambit?

"What's a 'Sisterhood'?" Dave asked curiously.

"It is a text group among all the women Alistaire used to fuck before he came to USC," Gina said absently, scrolling through what looked like quite a lot of activity since she had been added.

"All the what?" asked Dave.

Gina looked at me. I looked at her and sighed. She laughed uproariously again. "All the women who Alistaire fucked back home and at boarding school," she then said patiently to Dave. "They like to keep in touch with each other. Now we out here get to be a part of the group too!"

"What?" Dave asked, not processing. "All the what? Alistaire got laid? When? More than once? How many? Two? Three?" Gina just grinned at him as he tried to make sense of her obvious bullshit.

"Oh, crap," I groaned.

"Wow, Alistaire, there are a lot of us, aren't they? There's Sloane, of course, who we met last weekend and who added me just now..."

"Last weekend? You went to some over 40 tennis tournament last..." Dave trailed off in horror.

Gina was on a roll and, since I had not stopped her, had obviously resolved to destroy Dave's brain. That girl plans deeply, even on the spur of the moment. "Yep. That woman looks awesome for 45, let me tell you," she told Dave honestly.

"She is barely 42," I snapped, weirdly ready to speak up to defend Sloane but not myself.

"She is still hot for that age. Any age really," Gina said to Dave, brushing aside my interjection. "Her daughter is in the group, too. And some twins, I think, and wow, yeah, their mother too! That there is some epic shit, Alistaire..." she mused. "Some girl named Carla is in here for some reason, even though she is in the middle of talking about planning her wedding right now. That discussion is still going on amid all the greetings to me."

"Carla's getting married?" I yelped. "She hasn't told me!"

"The dude hasn't asked yet. She is just getting prepared," Gina said absently. "Some girl named Bridget seems sort of in charge..."

"Wait! Bridget?" Dave gasped. "Like, Bridget, your best friend from high school you always yak about? You fucked her?"

"Yeah, I think that is her," Gina nodded.

Dave's brain started catching up. "Hold on, you said 'we' get to be a part of this thing?"

Gina looked at him. "Duh. Me, Hannah, Ronnie... I don't know if Liz will want in, but I'll ask her since exes are evidently still part of the group. Are you and Liz on good terms these days, Alistaire? Anyway, I haven't talked to anyone else beyond them yet, but there is..."

"For Christ's sake, Gina!" I yelped. "Can you please show some circumspection? Dave didn't know shit about anyone except you before now!"

"Really? You have kept your best roomie in the dark all this time? You sure can keep a secret," Gina said. That was the first time anyone had said that, ever. Then she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I suppose he would not even have known about me if he had not walked in on us that one time." Unaccountably, she glared at me, not Dave.

"I had not had time to put up the Post-It!" I protested. "You just started sucking my... getting started with no warning!"

"You really told Dave you were a virgin?"

"He just assumed I was a virgin before Liz. He still thought that until two minutes ago. You just extinguished my favorite internal inside joke," I growled.

"Sorry," Gina said. She was not sorry. She clearly had not had such a good time in ages. "Hey, what's Fiona's number?" Gina asked us as she looked back at her phone. "I gotta ask if she wants in."

"Fiona?" yelped Dave.

"Gonna need Catherine's number too," Gina mused.

At last, I could understand how Gina could irritate Tish so easily...

*

Later, after Gina and her one-girl circus had left, Dave and I headed back to the suite to get our stuff before our respective next classes.

"Dude," Dave said quietly, breaking our companionable silence. "That was just a routine you and Gina cooked up, right?"

I looked at him. I'd never be able to sell it if I tried to claim it was. "Nope," I said.

"How many?" Dave asked heavily.

"How many?"

"How many girls have you been with?"

It took me a minute to calculate. "Twenty-five now."

Dave, who does not do terribly in the chick department himself, looked at me like I was the Martian Fucking Manhunter and had just revealed myself to be green with a strangely shaped head.

"How many are you currently, um...?"

"Well, that is a harder question," I mused. "I mean, they are spread out all over the country. There are lots of them I haven't even seen in ages. It sucks, but I'm sure I'll never even see some of them again, ever. But if we did meet up?" I shrugged happily.

"Like with this older national champion tennis player? You just picked up where you left off?" he asked.

"In spades," I replied, and could not keep a smile off my face.

"How do you keep so many babes satisfied?" he asked, almost painfully.

"Relax, dude," I said. "I mean usually, yeah. But it's not like even some of the ones around here don't have other interests from time to time. Take Fiona, since you found out about her in unauthorized fashion already. She hooks up with Rich pretty frequently."

"Oh sure, that part I knew. Does he know about you?"

"I think so, based on his face sometimes. But he at least knows there is 'a me' in the general sense. That is the only way this all works. No secrets."

There was another pause as we started up the stairs. "Is Gina sexing up anyone else?" Dave asked, looking for more examples.

"I'm not sure that is your business," I said almost grimly, "but since she is all about spilling the tea today, I'll go ahead and spill some on her too. She has tried hooking up with two other guys since we first started having fun. One failed to launch. The other failed to live up to his billing and was jettisoned after a single mission. So, there is no one else currently. But yeah, that is the way it works with most girls I'm with."

There was more silence.

"So if a dude you know, like... me, were to ask Gina out, you'd actually be cool with that?"

Ah-ha.

"Would not be the first time," I shrugged.

Did he have a chance? It occurred to me that maybe he did. Had Gina dropped all those truth bombs on him to provoke him? She knew how to plot.

Come to think of it, when Dave had walked in on her and me in the middle of things, she hadn't even made a move to cover herself...

"Good luck dude," I said sincerely. "You may well have a chance."

"Seriously? You would not freak?"

"Nope. One of my best buds and I were part of the same girl's situation back in high school," I said easily.

We were back in the common room of our suite.

"If you do ask Gina out, and she does say yes, just be careful," I added with a sudden wary thought.

"Huh?"

"She's in that damned group chat now. If Beth hears about it, she will put... ideas in Gina's head."

"Huh?"

"Toward the end of school," I said grimly, "It got so my buddy and I both had to be part of Beth's situation at the same time if we wanted to be in her situation at all."

"Hu... Holy shit!" Dave said. "You were routinely having fucking devil's threesomes?!?"

"Yeah," I admitted, not elaborating and thus keeping at least a few secrets.

"Ew!"

I shrugged. "I'll admit, that was my initial reaction too. But with a dude you trust not to try any Lateral Action, it can be pretty awesome."

Dave just stared at me in horror.

But yes, he soon asked Gina out.

Yes, she was all in on that shit.

Yes, she told the Sisterhood group chat.

Yes, Beth gave Gina ideas.

And yes... sigh. My first California threesome... and it had to involve Dave's hairy ass.

*

Kate and I did, in fact, continue working on each other's writing. Wednesday, a week and a half later, we were sitting in the library together, red-penning papers that we both needed to hand in the next day. I was a little disappointed. I could tell that Kate's assignment needed more work than she had given it.

"You kind of mailed this one in," I essayed carefully. Neither of us liked being challenged when we had not put in the work. But we worked together well because we both were willing to go ahead and call the other one out in such cases.

Speaking of calling the other out...

"Well, I am sorry," Kate replied snappishly. "My mind has been a little boggled this week," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry," I said simply. Going 'there' did not need to be encouraged.

"So how many girls here in this library right this very minute have you fucked, Mister I Don't Have a Harem Even Though I Have A Gigantic One?"

I rolled my eyes and looked around involuntarily. "I do not have a harem, and the answer to your question is zero," I said confidently. "It is not like I fool around with every... Shit."

I sighed.

"Wendy over there," I felt compelled to admit. Grudgingly. "She and I had some fun off and on for a couple of months before she got all hot and bothered over this guy John. They've been joined at the hip... hips ever since,"

Yeah, Kate laughed like mad at that. We got some disapproving looks. You could talk freely on this floor of the Library, but you weren't supposed to make a scene. Laughing so hard The Joker would give a disapproving look counts as making a scene.

Kate and I hung our heads in apology.

But she wasn't done. She damned near glared at Wendy, whom she did not know. "Yeah, she's good-looking too," Kate growled, quietly now. "So you only bang good-looking girls, huh?"

Note to self, do not spring my life upon friends unaware. They can get testy.

"I..." I said, opening my mouth to automatically defend myself, then paused.

Sigh.

Yeah, as I said, I'm kind of a sex pig when we get right down to it. I had zero need to chase girls who did not appeal to me most thoroughly.

I looked at Kate and slumped guiltily.

"Well, I guess I'm glad I'm not good-looking then," Kate snapped.

Yikes, I was so busted.

Wait.

In addition to her scorn and irritation, did I see some fucking insecurity on her face?

I know insecurity. I saw it in the mirror full-time until about two years before.

No fucking way was I going to let this shock to Kate's system also make her insecure! That would be unfair.

"Fuck that," I snorted, making sure to sound simply matter-of-fact. "You are a stone-cold babe and you absolutely know it."

"Really?" she said, then paused. It was not, of course, actually a surprise to her that she was hot. "But I never got so much as a sniff from you. Do I have a repulsive personality?"

Well, you are being pretty bitchy right now...

"Look, when you and I met, Liz and I were already a thing," I said out loud. "As I understand the concept, if you have an actual, committed girlfriend, you aren't supposed to flirt with other girls, much less hit on them," I defended myself, somewhat sarcastically.

Why was I having to defend myself?

"So the whole time you and Liz were a thing, you were able to not check out any other girls?" Kate asked skeptically.

Um.

"Okay, I may have dropped back to my old skillset from when no girls knew I was alive. I used to be quite handy at not being caught checking out someone's ass."

This was a hill I wanted to die on?

"But you never checked out my ass the whole time you were with Liz?"

"I may have," I ground out between my teeth.

"But nothing since then? I mean, you waited what, three whole days after breaking up with Liz before you banged Hannah?"

Wow. That little image of spanking a girl, the one that had just never enticed me before? It was suddenly feeling awfully appealing when it came to Lady Hannah of the Loose Lips! What all had that girl, and Gina, of course, told Kate on that ride back to campus?

"I mean," I said hotly. "I had pretty much figured by then that you were not into me, and you have never given me any reason to change that evaluation since. I'm not some lothario who goes full-court press on someone who is uninterested!" I was happy to go full-court press, but I needed some kind of signal first...

"So you just tossed me in Maximum Security Friend Zone, and threw away the key," she said flatly.

"I did n..."

She overrode my protest. "I mean, I liked the friend zone. You are a good damned friend, Alistaire. You weren't interested otherwise, and I was okay with that, especially since you weren't interested in anyone else either. Everybody else was in the friend zone, too!" She paused. I did not enjoy the pause. "Then I find out that nobody else is in the fucking friend zone!" she rapid-fire hissed.

Shiiit.

"And being out of the friend zone is apparently great! So great that grown-ass women who haven't seen you in over a year walk right up to you and conduct tonsil exams in public! Other reports that followed indicate that you are some kind of fucking Disneyland of oral delights, among other entertainment."

I was just staring at her now, wide-eyed. A tiny part of me was praying no one was listening to us, but mostly I was just stunned.

"So no, I was not upset to be in the friend zone. But now I will admit to being just a bit insulted that I'm not good enough to be at least invited out of it," she hissed.

I had insulted her. This sucked.

"And yes, I also admit to being more than a tad curious," she huffed.

Oh, wait a minute.

"I feel like there is a very easy solution to all these problems," I said sternly.

"Oh, really?" she snapped.

I just waggled my eyebrows.

She looked at me sourly. Off-puttingly, in fact.

But I knew what I had already seen and heard.

"Simply name the place and time," I said, letting a titch of my play command voice creep into my words, "and I will satisfy your curiosity. In the process, I will do my best to fuck you so comprehensively you won't even be able to pronounce friend zone when we are done. I am sure I will not be able to either," I added, letting myself just outright eye-bang her right there on the quiet conversation floor of the library.

For a second there, I thought Kate might be moments from getting us ejected from the quiet conversation floor...

But...

"Your room. Right now," she whispered challengingly.

"Excellent!" I almost cackled. I started to rise, then sat back down. "But first, I need to finish editing your paper."

"I knew it! Already looking for an out," she said, some real hurt in her voice.

"I fully intend to hold you to your proposal," I said, almost meekly now. "But I kind of need to sit here and be distracted for a couple of minutes until this full-on erection subsides, or I will embarrass us both when I stand up." I looked sheepishly at her.

"Really?" she asked.

Shamefacedly, I muttered, "Uh huh," and turned back to her paper.

"I guess yours has some work left to do too," she said, the sudden smile audible in her voice.

*

We got out of the library without me having a boner walk of shame. While we crossed campus to my building, Kate insisted on holding my hand as if I was going to run away. By the time we reached the stairs, I was losing control of things again, since she was tickling the palm of the hand she held with the tip of her middle finger.

I was running, hoping speed would hide things as we hit the door to my dormitory. Now I was pulling her by the hand as we went up to my suite.

Dave was sitting in our common area, doing something on his laptop. He looked up, noting that I was not alone. "Now? It's two-thirty in the after... wait!" he stopped. I saw he had recognized Kate, and he bolted out the door.

"Uh oh. Dave thinks you and Gina are an exclusive item," Kate said after the door shut.

"Not since a couple of days ago, he doesn't," I said grimly. Her eyebrows shot up.

They shot up further when I grabbed her and pulled her hard against me. I bent my face to hers and stopped. I lifted an eyebrow in question.

She answered by leaning in and kissing me first.

The sex once you have gotten to know a girl, when you know what she likes and doesn't--the things that make her sing a little... It's wonderful. Right?

But the first time with a girl is just fucking electric.

Kate had ideas when it came to kissing. I liked her ideas. They were simply great ideas. I was unfamiliar with a few, so I took mental notes. Gina in particular would probably be a fan of Kate's ideas. Charlotte would think they were the absolute best, should I get the chance to pass them along. But mostly, I just enjoyed the process of trading breath with a beautiful girl for the first time.

But that was about enough of that. I started maneuvering her over to my bed. It was not far, the individual rooms in the suites are hardly spacious.

"Gonna fuck me already?" Kate panted as our lips parted with the movement. She did not sound at all against the idea.

"I thought I was the Disneyland of Oral Delights," I grinned back at her hungrily. "I have a lot to atone for with my friend zone abuse." I kissed her a little more. "I am so sorry for doing the friend zone thing."

"You seem about to make it up to me," Kate chuckled breathily.

"I was apologizing to myself, not you," I said, absently correcting her misinterpretation of my words, and knelt swiftly once I had the back of her legs against my bed.

She laughed at that. Why? I was being serious...

She wore some basic green cargo pants that fit loosely over her round hips and bountiful ass. Her legs were not the longest, but they squirmed most bodaciously as I grabbed her fly and unzipped it. I shot a look up at her, and she just looked back down wordlessly, her face a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.

Her panties underneath seemed nothing special, so I did not bother trying to get a look at them. I just grabbed both them and her pants and slid them down much slower than I needed to. I hoped it was agonizingly slow for her, because it certainly was for me.

Shaved. Fully. Gloriously. And despite the richness of her hips and backside, her thighs were slender enough on the inside to leave just a tantalizing trace of visible gap at their top. Kate stepped lightly out of one leg of her shorts.

"I am going to need you to sit down and maybe spread your legs for me," I said hoarsely.

"Maybe?" Kate asked playfully. But she sat down.

"If you don't, I will have to waste time spreading them for you," I said, my voice now hungry.

I barely touched her knees and she let her legs spread wide.

Oh, yeah. Oh. Yeah.

Turned out, Kate was the first girl I'd been with since high school who really got into my commanding schtick. Over the next half-hour or so, whenever my mouth was not too busy for words, I enjoyed bossing her around happily.

The best was right at the end. I had made her come on my tongue fairly easily, but I was committed to being the Mickey Mouse of Tongue Twizzlers for her and was determined to bring her off a second time. But she was a rock.

She was enjoying the hell out of my efforts, and I was enjoying them too. Her clit was a little larger than most, but was so fucking hard when I tongued it. And her inner lips pursed beautifully out from her slit, which made them absurdly easy to torture with tongue or even lips.

And she in no way was trying to get me to stop. Some girls, overwhelmed by the sensation, do. But Kate was riding a wave, and refusing to let me push her over.

Finally, I grabbed her round hips and squeezed. I lifted my head and growled an outright command at her, "Come for me!"

Even as I saw her eyes flash wide, as wide as they had at any order I had given, I lashed her bump with the flailing tip of my tongue.

Yeah. She came on command. Her hips thrust up so hard against my face, I damn near wrenched my neck!

Then shortly after she recovered, I discovered that she also knew how to issue orders of her own. I obeyed swiftly when she demanded I produce my cock, and she momentarily lost her commanding attitude when I did so. But she's a trooper and recovered swiftly, issuing several orders that I ended up liking the results of immensely. I don't find being pushed around to be any great enhancement to my own libido but it sure as hell revved up hers, and I was happy to harvest the rewards of that. She demonstrated that she was a horticulturist in the Garden of Oral Delights as well.

The thing about sex with Kate that was particularly cool was that she had... ideas.

Not all of them were great ideas, but most were premium.

Here we were, finally getting to actual intercourse, and I found myself atop her in good old, standard missionary. My eyes bore into hers as I sank into her for the first time. Her soft figure felt great beneath me, and while her inner musculature lacked a really firm tone, in keeping with the rest of her lush, gorgeous body, she just felt small inside, making it an effort to work my way within her.

The warmth of her enveloping me was fabulous as I sank deeper and deeper with slow, almost tentative pushes. She was obviously enjoying the moment, but she also wasn't yelling at me to go faster, either. Thus I was being careful and slow, to ensure I didn't hurt or alarm her.

She rolled her head back and swung it to and fro when I was about halfway in. "Jesus, Alistaire!" she groaned happily. "You are like a fucking trope come to life."

"A what?" I asked, pausing for a moment. "What kind of trope?"

Kate lifted her head and glared at me in a friendly fashion. "Duh. Guess!"

"Wait," I snorted. "How am I a porn trope?"

"It's erotica," Kate corrected. "And are you kidding? You are the shy, nerdy student who turns out to be fucking everyone in school with his foot-long cock."

"I'm not a foot long," I snorted again, pressing some more of my not-foot-long cock inside her, a little more aggressively this time.

"You of all people do not get to quibble about penis size," Kate laughed.

"And there are stories out there like that?" I asked, curious despite myself, and despite my need to keep working myself deeper into Kate.

"You mean beyond your own fucking autobiography?"

"Biography," I corrected, unable to completely turn off my inner pedant. "Like I'm ever going to write my own story."

That would be ridiculous.

"Yes, there are stories like that. Lots of them. Whole series of them," Kate said. Her hands fluttered at my hips. She seemed unsure whether to put them against my abdomen to halt my intrusion or to grab my ass and yank me deeper.

"So that is what you read," I mused, pulling myself back almost all the way free of her silkenly hairless snatch. "Seems like a strange way," I went on, pressing myself back within her, a bit deeper than before, "to avoid studying."

"I told you I also read a lot of harem stuff," Kate said, her hands deciding on the grabbing my ass option. "Your harem is essential to your tropy-ness. The hung nerd always has a harem."

"I don't have a harem. I told you that," I protested. But I did not protest so much that I didn't start thrusting into her slowly. I knew I'd soon be sinking the rest of the way into her as a natural, wonderful consequence with a few more entries.

But never let it be said that I was against a good, mid-fuck digression.

"I'd say I more or less have a governing body," I added firmly, "not a harem."

"Ha!" she laughed at the old, to me, joke. "That they all push you around is totally in line with the trope."

"Really?" I asked curiously, resting my weight on one arm and tucking the hand behind her bare shoulder.

"Yeah. It makes it all the hotter when you inevitably shut them up with your giant cock in their mouths," Kate murmured.

"Oh," I said archly, caressing one of her soft, heavy breasts. "I don't see you shutting up."

Kate was now using her hands on my ass actively, increasing the power of my thrusts. "I did... for a... while. Your tropeish schlong, um, took some getting used to!"

"Thank you," I said, "for the effort. Glad you are used to it now."

"Hardly," she scoffed. "My jaw still is sore from stretching, and I have never been split... asunder like I am right now. I look forward to getting used to your... enormity, but I am not... oh, fuck yeah... used to it yet!"

"Welcome to my world," I grinned, increasing the force of my thrusts in an effort to make her feel split further asunder.

"It's a pretty... nice place," Kate gasped. Her hands, now on my ass, were fully engaged in helping the sundering part of the program.

"So what... other things... do you read about," I asked, starting to pant with the momentarily all-out pace of my efforts, "that I can... embody?"

"Careful," she laughed. "You don't have any idea what you might be committing to! To be clear, there is a lot of kinky shit out there in erotica that I am absolutely not into even reading about, much less being helped out with."

"Noted," I said. Whatever the fuck she was talking about... "I was just wondering," I grunted, "if, since you know a fair number of my governing bodies, we could see if any are interested in indulging your bullshit harem fantasies along with us..."

My ass was pinched for my temerity. But what she said was, "Fuck yes!"

I may have perked up at that. Given that I was pretty perked already, what with fucking this lovely being beneath me, we are talking some serious perk.

"Dave's not really my type, but what would you say to Weisenhut, or that guy Jason?" she laughed, then laughed again when she caught my expression.

"Wench," I growled. The trap she had sprung earned her some serious tickling under her armpits, the sides of her bouncing tits wriggling along my wrists as she squirmed against both my torturous fingers and now hard-thrusting cock.

"Alistaire!" Kate shrieked. "Tickle fetishes are on that list of shit I don't read."

"Oh! Sorry," I said contritely, ceasing my work on her armpits instantly. This left me with more attention for thrusting. And I could go back to mauling a breast with the hand I was no longer tickling her with.

"No apology necessary," Kate grinned, as she began to tickle me three times harder than I had been tickling her.

I am very ticklish.

"Hey! Wow! Stop! Help," I cried. "I thought you weren't into tickling!"

Kate was into tickling. Very into it. I was so incapacitated from her torturing fingers, that she was able to roll me over onto my back with no resistance, and was straddling me before I knew what had happened. Neither of us did anything to dislodge me from within her, however.

"Oh, I like tickling. I just don't much need to read about it," she giggled.

Now that she was the one on top and responsible for pulling me in and out of her, she lost interest in torturing me under my armpits, which was a joy and a relief respectively.

"We can concentrate on my fantasies later," Kate said, grinding herself atop me, with my cock fully buried within her. "I want to concentrate on our reality."

My reality was that, for someone with such a soft, lush body, Kate has some serious staying power. She demonstrated this by riding me like Shadowfax was showing her the meaning of speed, and she kept it up without cease until I was about to lose everything inside her. Even though she came before me, grabbing and squishing one of her own flailing tits as she moaned through her release, she kept up her ride until I exploded as well. Bucking beneath her, I fountained into her interior and she yelped in what might have been a second release, an aftershock, or just a final spasm of her initial orgasm.

We did not move for a bit, except for Kate slowly wilting down to lie atop my chest.

I held her atop me as we both searched in the remote corners of our bodies to gather up any scraps of energy or bits of exploded mind we could find.

I kissed her. We made out like that, my cock taking a break and relaxing almost fully within her.

When our lips had had their fill, Kate rose slightly over me, running her fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. "About my fantasies..."

"Usually, it is me pushing for expanding the playing field," I laughed.

"Please do," Kate sighed. "Honestly, I read a lot of stuff, and get so fucking turned on by it. But I haven't ever really experienced much of anything interesting from that reading. I mean, who gets to do that kind of shit?"

"I really don't know what you specific shit are talking about," I argued. "I mean this might be our first time, but I've been able to tell since I've known you that you aren't exactly celibate, Kate. And you have clearly tried some shit."

She snorted. "No. No, I have not. Sure, I've had sex," she admitted with a grin, "But just having some form or other of good sex now and then is not the stuff of erotic fiction!" She sighed, "First off, there are many kinds of stories that get me all wet, but I would never in a million years emulate, even if the opportunity did arise."

"Okay, now I'm interested," I said. I was also interested in Kate's breasts and began to play with them a bit as we talked. She rolled her eyes at that, but she did nothing to stop me. She had the most incredible nipples. They were borderline huge. Sure they were fairly big around, despite her small aureoles, but they stuck out from her swollen circles damn near three-quarters of an inch when she was excited. And she had been excited damn near every second since I'd gotten her top off.

"Like, I love the exhibitionist stories, for instance. And the voyeur stuff, too. It's hot," she went on, pretending to ignore the way I was playing with those nipples like they were part of a Playstation controller. "But come on, it might be hot as fuck to streak across campus, or fuck in front of an open window or whatever, but no goddamned way. There are such things as camera phones and the internet. I don't want my naked bod on everybody's hard drive for the rest of my life."

"But you would like to be the girl with her fabulous tits burned into every guy's organic memory?" I asked.

"Every guy, every girl," Kate said, rocking her hand back and forth.

"Well now," I leered.

"Calm down, Alistaire. I think I much prefer guys, but I'll admit I definitely check out the lesbian category on a regular basis." I wanted to explore this issue further, obviously. But it was clearly not what was revving Kate at the moment, and that was more important. "So you've never had the guts to get naked in public," I prompted.

"I did it once. Sort of. I was out on a hiking trail in the deep woods. It was exciting, but no gorgeous stranger appeared to see me and eventually rock my world. I have not had the guts again since."

"Is that how these stories usually work?"

"Duh."

"So you want to be spied on."

"Maybe," Kate said, one layer of her voice sounding uncertain, but a deeper layer sounded definitely certain. "Or maybe just watched. Spying on others would be fun too. I'd love to watch two people go at it all naked and sweaty, but come on. Peeping Toms are skeezy and besides, I'm way too pretty to go to jail."

"Well, you can flash me any time you like," I said generously.

"I already did that," Kate said. "You didn't notice."

"What?" I yelped in anguish.

"You know I like to wear short skirts sometimes, right?"

"I have approved of the habit as long as I've known you," I assured her.

"Well, I have gone far enough to learn how to give one selected guy at a time a nice view up between my legs," Kate admitted, tracing her fingers up the inside of a thigh delicately. "It's been fun, the few times I tried it. And if I wanted it that way, it usually led to at least a little fooling around. Except with this one guy. There's this douche, Alistaire... He didn't even notice me spreading my thighs for him. Even the second time, when I had ditched my panties for the effort!"

"What? When?" I asked despairingly.

"About a week after you broke up with Liz," Kate said. "You just went right on talking about Faulkner and didn't bat an eyelash."

Dammit! I could have been fucking Kate for a year already!

How had I missed a signal like that?

"I must have been too busy not getting caught staring at your tits," I grumbled. My dissatisfaction about all this still did not stop me from continuing to play with said tits, now that I didn't have to worry about being caught...

"So, written porn is all about harems and watching?" I went on, curiously.

"Erotica, dickhead. No, there is so much other stuff," Kate said, her enthusiasm for the subject coming through in her post-orgasmic state. "There's virgins and silver foxes, and aliens and vampires, and role-play, and whipped cream! Some of the good stuff'll never happen, like vampires." She shrugged. "Now I guess that I have checked off a few. I've now done the horse-cocked sweetie pie, and encountered a really neat dominant who surprises at how good he is, given his sweetie pie nature," she finished with a giggle.

"Not sure how I can help with most of those things, but I can tell you that whipped cream is awesome," I said, a little flattered. I had always hated it when my Mom had called me a sweetie pie, but I found myself much more open to the moniker on the lips of a naked girl. "What else is there? Porn is pretty much all terra incognita to me."

"Erotica," Kate growled. "There is a lot of shit that is either unpleasant or outright batshit insane. All the cheating shit is for the birds. And I don't need tentacles, or water sports, or incest."

Ew, ew, and ew. No. Just, no.

"I'm not into pain either. It's cool when you order me around. I am going to want more of that, though not all the time," she said. "But no spankings or ropes!"

"We seem pretty compatible," I said. I suckled on a nipple for a moment. "You know, they have whipped cream at Trader Joe's here on campus," I mused. "We could get temporarily dressed and go buy some. I stress the temporary nature of clothes."

We were out the door as soon as we could make ourselves fully decent. Neither of us wanted our goodies on The Cloud forever...

As we approached the doors to Trader Joe's, I stopped in my tracks. "Kate, to be clear, there will be hot fudge sauce as well."

She looked at me. "Sprinkles?"

See? Ideas.

*

Kate and I met up again in two days. I had another paper I wanted her to look over, so I bought her a milkshake and tried not to make jokes about the whipped cream while she used her red pen entirely too much for my happiness on the draft.

Mostly, I failed to refrain from the jokes... and other commentary.

Kate just glared at me and waved her pen grouchily. "If you ever hand me another paper to proof that you have not sent through spell-check, I will beat you up," she grumped.

"I ran it!" I protested hotly.

She glared at me.

I had not, in fact, run spell check before printing.

"Oops?" I admitted.

"I am hungry," Kate said. "Fortunately, they have the Hawaiian Bowl Bar at Everybody's Kitchen tonight. Let's go"

I was happy to follow along. I also like the Hawaiian bowls.

"After dinner," Kate said as we strolled, "to make up for your wasting my time doing Microsoft Word's job, I am going to expect some of that quality oral you are so good at."

We shared a grin.

*

In short, very little changed about my relationship with Kate, in a macro sense. We hung out occasionally, got together to edit each other's writing, talked, and busted each other's chops when appropriate. Kate even went out on a date with Lyle Robinson, a guy I vaguely knew and even more vaguely liked. I asked her for no details, but it was clear there had been some details. Not a lot of details, but details. Kate suggested that Lyle had done well enough that there might be more details in the future.

I was fairly certain that Lyle had been sniffing around for a while, and I suspected that Kate had chosen to go ahead and give him a shot at this particular moment in time at least in part to test me and my alleged non-standard harem behavior. That didn't bother me, and I guess I was happy to give Lyle the opportunity to take his shot. From now on, things were on him.

We were in her dorm for once, and the only thing on Kate was me, but I needed to roll off her before I collapsed and squished her beneath me. My by now exhausted cock slid from within her as I flopped over onto my back.

I had thought Kate was as exhausted as I, but she summoned the energy to cuddle down and suck my cock clean. When I was spic and span, she snuggled against me. We started chatting about things other than our current activity, and the subject of Lyle came up. I might have been the one who brought it up. I was curious over where her head was going with him, and wanted to make sure that he knew that there was someone else active in Kate's life.

"Maybe all three of us should get together," Kate teased. "You and he can make my group sex erotica come to life!"

"Pass," I said with a grin.

"Really? That is a pretty speculative grin," Kate said, both teasing and curious.

"Oh, I'd be happy enough spit-roasting you right now, since you seem to be picturing it as well," I snorted. "But not with Lyle."

"He's a nice guy," Kate said, gallantly defending him.

"Look, Kate," I said in my most serious tone, "threesomes are awesome..."

"I'll bet," Kate interrupted jealously.

"But they are complicated. And for me, they are super complicated when there are two guys," I bore on.

"You big baby."

"Kate, I am just super straight, okay? Everyone is totally entitled to their own boundaries. Their own limits. This is me, these are mine, and I stand by them and I deserve them."

"You've had threesomes with other guys," Kate reminded me, more puzzled than left out, but she felt a little left out, too. "You've been around naked dick.

"I have. And I don't object to the sight of naked, even hard, dick. I'll admit I can get turned on watching one do its thing."

"That sounds so fucking hot," sighed Kate.

"I just need to absolutely trust, in my bones, before things kick off, that the other dick's owner is just as committed as I am to it not doing its thing... any thing, with me," I said firmly. "If you want to indulge your group sex fantasies with me and another guy, I am going to insist it be a friend of mine, not yours."

"You are thinking of Dave, aren't you?" Kate asked.

Huh? Did she know about Dave and me and Gina? I didn't think she and Gina were all that close.

"Because I'm sorry," Kate said warily. "Dave's a nice enough guy, but he just doesn't float my boat."

"Fair enough," I said, mildly surprised. Dave does all right, after all. "Listen," I said, leaning in with a grin. "This whole discussion becomes a lot easier if we move to discussing another girl. Doesn't have to be one of my friends then! If you have any hot, non-bitchy friends who you want to suck my cock with, I'm quite willing to take that hit for the team."

That got me a shove. "Smooth pivot, Alistaire! You are..." Kate trailed off, as if remembering something.

"I am often accused of being some kind of elemental," I sighed when she did not resume speaking.

"By Bridget," Kate finished for me. "Yeah. So she says."

"Wait! They got to you already?"

"Hannah called out of the blue, two days after we... and asked if you'd made up with me yet." Kate laughed. "I could tell exactly what she meant by that, and I told her that you had in fact made up my brains out. Her reaction was a serious eye-opener. She was as unsurprised as if I had told her I decided to breathe that day."

"Then," Kate went on, "20 minutes later, I was added to The Chat."

"Do they have some kind of formal orientation program?" I fumed, throwing up my hands. I needed to joke about this particular craziness in my life.

"I think they kind of do," mused Kate.

I stared at her balefully.

"I mean, yeah. I think they do," Kate went on, sorting out the process in this new light. "Bridget gave me what felt like a canned speech about your elemental nature. Carla told me what I already knew about how fun you can be when you get bossy..." She thought a moment. "Jessica asked me about my parents and if they were together. When I told everybody that my parents are divorced, Jessica told me to keep you away from my mom... unless I really owe Ma a favor."

I rolled my eyes.

"There were a lot of new people to keep straight in that chat," Kate added. "I'm still not clear on all of them. Like, Jessica is one of your friends from prep school, right?"

"Jessica is Mary and Maddie's mom."

Her eyes got super wide. "Damn! That adds some layers, doesn't it?"

I hung my head and shook it. They really had developed a fucking orientation packet...

"Lastly, the twins, er, Jessica's kids, dammit..." she paused, still shaking her head at that insight. "Mary and Maddie were the ones to warn me about your inevitable thought process whenever you find yourself in the same room with two females at the same time."

"It would be them," I grumbled.

"Even you couldn't make that trope happen, huh?" she laughed, rather unkindly I thought.

"They each like to watch me with the other, but that is as far as I'm ever going to get," I groused.

"That sounds so fucking hot," Kate sighed. "It will be interesting to indulge in some real-life harem experiences finally," Kate shook her head. "But I hope for more! I had also never been fucked by an excessive dong before recently. But I still have not had the chance to try anything from my extensive reading in the poly arena! I'm kind of like a kid in a candy store here."

"I have to say, I don't see the need for the porn," I said, waving off her inevitable objection to my word choice. No one questions my use of vocabulary, dammit! "But you certainly have some quality fantasies. I'm glad to help you make at least some real."

Kate flowed back against me and we kissed for a while. "You are kind of all in on making me happy aren't you?" she asked in something like wonder.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, not for the first time in my life. "You made me stupidly happy just now, and I sure hope you will again in the future. I'm highly motivated to make you happy too."

"Well, done and dusted on that front," Kate said, an aftershock vibrating through her body.

"And to be clear, just one of you is enough all by yourself for me at any given time," I added.

"You think so?" she smiled evilly. "I do have all those other weird ideas in my head from my porn reading."

"Erotica," I corrected sternly.

That earned me a smack. Probably well-deserved.

It had also probably earned her a spank or two on the lush ass I still held, but I held off. Spanking might never become a thing for me. We would see.

"Well, Mr. Experienced, I have never had a threesome of any variety," Kate said, unaware of how close her backside had come to a handprint. "And given my druthers, I'd rather push for the spit-roast option. Of course, the big prize almost seems possible, talking to you..."

"I gotta hear this," I said. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it. But I had to hear it.

"The stories that hit me the most are foursomes," she said quietly.

What?

"Well," I said, recovering quickly, "If you want to bring two hot friends along instead of just one, I will do my..."

I was smacked again. I would have to keep the spanking option on the table.

"Honestly, though," I said, "I'm pretty self-confident, but trying to take care of three women at once seems maybe more than... I can handle." I almost said, 'than even I can handle,' but I bit it back in time. I enjoy a truly sprawling ego these days, but I try to at least keep it out of my voice.

"And if I meant I wanted to be made airtight?"

"Huh?" I asked, wondering what that phrase meant.

I looked it up later.

No. Just... No.

"Listen, dingus," Kate said. "Since you are the fantasy machine, my fantasy is two guys and two girls, and all the permutations among them. Well, apparently, given your 'timidity', most permutations."

This concept had never entered my mind. It did not initially overwhelm me with its brilliance, to be honest. But threesomes? Okay. And if I could get Kate to accept other girls... maybe even enthusiastically?

"So you really do like girls too, huh?" I asked approvingly.

"I've never done anything with another girl," Kate said. "But I've read enough to be very curious!"

I just leered at her. And played with her tits. I had never stopped doing that.

"I am not demanding more than just you, Alistaire," Kate laughed. "You are quite enough... more than fucking enough for now." She paused and grinned at me naughtily. "In the meantime, how'd you like it if I were to crawl back down and try to reinflate this lovely thing between my legs?"

"Inflate?" I laughed. "Like a balloon?"

"Yeah," she said, climbing off of me and bending down. "You know, I blow on it until it gets big and firm?"

"I guess I'm a balloon," I sighed.

Turns out, this method works. I was big and firm again quickly... and happily. But even with the re-inflation job done, Kate just kept going.

On my part, since she seemed to be mostly just idly enjoying herself, I did a little thinking while she did so. A very little thinking, as Kate was very good at what she was doing.

"So," I asked, right after sighing very happily at a particularly nice bit of lingual legerdemain. "You like threesomes in your porn?"

"Ewothitha."

"Erotica, sorry. They're a big thing?"

Kate apparently wanted to be fully understood, so she let me slip from her lips and stroked me softly while she spoke. "Threesomes are practically a genre of their own. Some of the stories are super hot. Foursome stories are really not very common, though. Authors know it's super hard to write foursome scenes. They are complex, confusing, and can get overly long. Writers have to be either massively talented or massively stupid to attempt to write a foursome scene.

I just kind of shook my head at the whole idea of four people trying to coordinate anything while naked. Kate saw and giggled reassuringly. "Anyway, most foursome scenes are part of married swinger stories, and I'm always filled with a massive feeling of foreboding with those. I still read them, but I like my sex happy."

"I approve," I approved. "I'm happy right now."

"Me too," she smiled. "Very." She took a moment to indulge her happiness in a manner that made speech impossible for her. Then she popped off again. "But if I am going to hang with a guy who's had threesomes, I'm eventually going to have to get in on that act."

"Like I said," I murmured, tugging lightly on her ear, "you supply us with another hot chick of similar inclination, and I will share my vast experience on the subject."

That earned me the slightest brush of teeth on my shaft. Then she made up for it by laughing on my cock, which felt amazing.

"I think I'm still pushing for the hot chick being a hot dude instead," Kate said.

Honestly? I already had to put up with Dave's presence every now and then with Gina. Put up with is the wrong phrase. We really did have fun. But I was not seeking even more of the tricky maneuver. If it did happen, okay. It would make Kate happy. I really was all-in on that, especially when she was doing to my crown with her tongue what she was currently doing to my crown with her tongue.

But I was much more interested in the reverse.

"Maybe I'll just have to come up with the hot chick," I grumbled.

"I guess we'll just see," Kate giggled.

Game on then? Or maybe we would just continue to have fun debating the merits of an additional pussy, versus an additional cock.

"A pwobwem foah anthutha thay," Kate said, my cock still in her mouth. Then she popped up fully. "I hope you don't mind if I finish you like this? I'm kinda feeling tender between my legs and I have a hike in Ornithology class tomorrow. I'm still getting used you to down there, what with all you bring to the table."

*

More than a fortnight passed, and another private get-together or two with Kate and myself. Our amused jockeying for 'position' on the question of the gender of mythical third parties was becoming a regular thing when we were alone. It always revved us both up.

But the next time Kate brought it up, I was a bit taken aback.

"Really?" I said, askance. "You want to talk about this subject while we are sitting here in Annenberg's? Not exactly somewhere we can do anything about it once this debate gets us all horned up."

"I'm just thinking we should look around us here and see what dudes look promising in the guest dick role," Kate replied easily, blowing on her scalding coffee in a way not meant to be suggestive but was anyway.

I arched my eyebrows at her. "Told you, with any other dude, I would have to know and trust him damned well." I leaned in, giving her my full Male Gaze. "However, without even having to turn my head, I can see at least two girls I'd be happy to fuck while they ate you out."

"Ambitious aren't you?"

We went back and forth merrily, and sometimes dangerously loudly, about the relative merits of Devil's Threesomes, as opposed to the kind that is perfect and holy.

I was getting hard. "This is fun, but I told you this discussion here was a bad idea," I grumbled, adjusting myself under the table. "I want to just push you over this table and ram into you right now. But I think if I did, there might be talk..."

Kate laughed out loud. "Sorry! To be honest, I waited until sometime like this so you wouldn't feel like I was trying to fuck you into agreeing to the whole deal. I'm trying to figure out where your head is at for real on this whole subject."

"Kate," I sighed. "Considering that I have a current, albeit occasional, threesome situation already, I'd be pretty hypocritical to not be on board, in principle! It's just too bad that you have no interest in Dave, and an even bigger shame that Gina has no interest in you!"

"She's pretty hot," sighed Kate. "But I'd still prefer..."

"Ha!" I snorted. "I can be very good at getting what I want, you know!"

"Don't I know it!" Kate sighed. Then she leaned forward for her next ploy. "But then so am I! And I have a whole team of consultants if I need them."

"Huh?"

"Beth and Gina were comparing Ben and Dave in the chat yesterday," Kate said smoothly.

"Really? Seems a little out of left field," I mused. I was slowly learning more about what the Sisterhood discussed, but it still bemused me.

"Well, it was in response to Charlotte saying they had inspired her first time with two guys."

"Seriously?!? I gotta text her congratulations," I laughed.

"You are weird."

"People keep saying that."

"I was then teased by almost everybody that, as the new girl, you would be working hard to get me in bed with another girl any minute now," Kate chuckled. "Hannah, Ronnie, Fiona, and the rest of our local contingent were reminded to be on alert when around you!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, I told them about our little ongoing debate."

"I'll bet you've never had a text ha-haed so many times in your life," I snorted.

"I have not," Kate admitted ruefully.

"Yo, Alistaire!" I heard Flip say from over my shoulder. "Hi, um, Kate," he added. I looked over my shoulder and saw him approaching us, with Ronnie in tow.

"Hi, Flip, Ronnie," Kate said with a smile.

"If the University sees you back on campus, they are going to charge you another semester's tuition," I warned Ronnie as Flip took a seat with us at my gesture.

"Can't get blood from a stone," Ronnie smirked as she approached. She froze then, just for a moment, but visibly. Then she leaned over and gave Flip a rather ostentatious kiss on the cheek. Immediately, as he was still touching his face in surprise, she leaned over and laid one right on my lips! Then, before I could start using some tongue, just because that was my instinct, Ronnie pivoted her face away from mine and looked to Kate to gauge her reaction.

Kate just arched an eyebrow. There was no new information here.

Flip was a little more taken aback, but I knew Ronnie had to have told him about us. As Flip's friend, I was the sort of partner who he needed to know about specifically, not just in principle. I think he just was surprised at the public nature of both kisses.

Then he and I both shot our eyebrows up as Ronnie leaned over and kissed Kate! Not on her lips, but not just on her cheek either. More like she precisely hit the corner of her mouth. She pulled her face back swiftly, but not far.

"Wha?" Kate blurted.

"Heh. Sorry," Ronnie said quietly to her, though we could hear. "Was that okay? It just seemed like you shouldn't be left out."

Kate both bit and touched her lower lip at the same time. "I... it... yeah. Fine. Nice, actually."

"Good," said Ronnie, and kissed her again, right on the lips this time. Kate returned it.

Several people around us saw and audibly restrained themselves from reacting. Somewhere further away in the coffee shop, some lesser-evolved dude called out a quiet, "Righteous!"

"I have questions," Flip said. I was impressed at how he was handling the kind of chaos that seems to break out around me for no goddamned reason. He wasn't handling it that well, but he was mostly handling it.

I said nothing, knowing all would become clear. Ronnie didn't do shit like this out of the blue for no reason. Like when her character, Carmella the Cutpurse, suddenly and repeatedly stabbed some cute hobbit 23 times in the chest over a beer. It had not been out of character, of course. Carmella stabbed lots of beings. She liked stabbing. She had even stabbed Thrangor a time or two. But she always had a reason.

That hobbit had known what he'd done...

"So you liked that?" Ronnie asked Kate.

"Not, um, bad," Kate answered a little breathlessly. "I'm more surprised you liked it!"

I was a bit surprised there, too. Kissing babes had not been a behavior I'd previously observed from Ronnie. But Ronnie had depths. And I was hardly around her all the time, even before she had graduated.

"I was just checking something," Ronnie said, straightening. "Can we join you guys?"

I sort of waved at Flip having already seated himself. Ronnie slid easily into the chair between me and him.

"So what were you checking?" Kate asked blandly as Flip and Ronnie sat. She was very calm-sounding, but her hand's brief caress of my thigh under the table told me that the whole kiss thing had her riled up.

"So, when we walked in, I was thinking about only two things," Ronnie said, suddenly almost hesitant. She brandished her cup. "First, how I really needed this coffee. And second, how Flip is about to get lucky as soon as we get out of here and up to his dorm suite."

Kate looked at me as if to say she told me so about Flip and Ronnie. I looked at her as if to say, duh.

Flip looked at his spasming hands. I was getting more impressed by how he was handling the chaos, especially as this particular eruption seemed to metastasize. But he still clearly did not have the level of experience I enjoyed. Girls just dropped their intentions to fuck me imminently into conversations with third parties all the time...

When he looked up, he saw my fist extended patiently in his direction. With a weak smile, he firmly bumped it with his own.

"So you thought you'd warm up first by kissing Alistaire and me?" Kate asked in amusement.

"Well, yes and no," Ronnie told her, both of them now fully ignoring both me and Flip. Welcome to my world, Flip. "I sort of remembered from the chat about you and Alistaire's little debate."

"What chat?" Flip hesitantly asked Ronnie.

"The All Girls Who Fuck Alistaire Chat," Kate supplied helpfully, with a total lack of discretion that I supposed was justified in Flip's case at this point.

Flip could clearly not process that, what with everything else he was processing, and I saw that he didn't even try.

"What precisely has Kate been saying?" I asked suspiciously, more on task than Flip. I was beginning to learn that all sorts of psycho shit seemed to go on in that text group.

The girls still ignored me. Flip did too, I guess.

"So, you're volunteering for that, maybe?" Kate asked slowly. "All of it?"

Ronnie grinned. I wasn't sure if I was going to hate that grin, or if I was going to love it, whatever it was about.

"Alistaire, you and Flip are good friends, right?" Kate asked, suddenly paying attention to me.

"Huh? Sure. For years now," I said cluelessly, looking at Flip.

"Duh," he agreed.

"So, you totally trust him then?" Kate bore on.

"Of course," I answered, despite a tiny alarm bell going off in my mind. Why was that phrase ominous?

"Grab your drinks, guys," Ronnie said, popping to her feet, Kate following a hair after, her face lit up like a lightbulb should be floating over her head. "Let's go hang out in Flip's room."

Confused, but with that tiny bell still clattering away, I rose to follow.

Flip did too, but he looked a trifle deflated. He had just been told moments before that he was going to have sex with Ronnie imminently, but now he was going to have guests instead.

Sucks to be Flip.

We were out of Annenberg's and halfway across the hundred feet of pavement to the entrance to his nearby dorm when Flip innocently said, "I still don't know what is going on here."

Ronnie just put her arm around him, hand on his ass, and said, "I told you before, we are going up to your room to have sex." He turned to stare at her. "The only change is, Alistaire and Kate are coming too, so we can all have sex together."

Ah.

That was what the alarm bell was about.

"So you two just cooked this up together just now?" I asked drily.

"Yep," said Kate, bumping my hip with her own curvaceous masterpiece. "Really, I'm more or less just following Ronnie's genius lead."

"You didn't think to include us in your planning?" I went on.

"Oh, we are definitely planning on the two of you being involved," Ronnie said.

"Could you have maybe sought some buy-in?"

"I did, silly," Kate said. "I asked if he was your good friend whom you trusted. That was what you said you needed."

Note to self: Do not write blank checks to demons in hot chick form.

Flip's earlier admirable ability to go with the flow was foundering now, hard.

"No one asked me," he said, combining stupidity with futility.

"Aw!" Kate said, sliding around me to put her arm around Flip on the other side from Ronnie. She pressed a breast against his arm and clamped her hand on the ass cheek Ronnie was not massaging. "I'm sorry, Flip. Don't you want to go up to your room and fuck both me and Ronnie?" she asked as if talking to a child about putting on his shoes so we could all go get ice cream.

I think Flip would have drifted to a stop at that point. Not because he wanted to say no, but because his brain likely had no processing power left over to tell his feet to move. But Ronnie and Kate propelled him forward.

I was again ignored, Kate and Ronnie taking it utterly for granted that I would follow dutifully along.

As if I'm that easy!

Damn it.

It sucks sometimes when women know you too damned well...

We hit the door to Flip's dorm and went smoothly up the single flight of stairs to get to his floor. Flip garnered only one curious look from people along the route, sandwiched as he was between She-Hulk and Jane Russell.

Getting back to his own home lair gave Flip enough solid ground to turn his brain back on.

"What is going on here?" he asked.

Well, somewhat back on.

"Everyone is about to do everyone a bunch of fabulous favors," Ronnie laughed. "But mostly we are going to do Kate here one huge favor."

"Huh?" said Flip.

"I have a teensy little fantasy I've always wanted to try," Kate said, remaining plastered to Flip's side. "You are... well, I guess Ronnie was the missing link. But you are the key, Flip."

"I... you... we are going... you want us to all have a foursome?" Flip hissed.

"There you go!" Kate said, finally releasing Flip. "You pick things up quickly. Unlike some guys I know, Alistaire."

I graced her with a piebald stare.

"They seriously want us all to have sex?" Flip asked me plaintively. Fear of the unknown and sheer confusion were almost overpowering the bulge I could see in his jeans. "Seriously? Right now?"

"Dude," I said sternly, not sure why it was me who was going to have to close this deal I hadn't actively wanted in the first place. "You like fucking Ronnie, right? I have it on good authority that you do. Look at Kate," Kate posed cutely at my words. "It would be awesome to fuck Kate, right?" I asked forcefully.

"Well, yes," Flip answered automatically, before shooting a mortified look at Kate. "I, uh, I mean..."

"You mean, yes, Kate is a super-cool girl who is smart, funny, and nice to hang out with, and you'd like to do that more often," I prompted. Flip nodded helplessly, but his gaze was riveted to portions of Kate's anatomy in a way that lent other meaning to the word, 'yes'.

"Most importantly here," I went on, boring right through his embarrassment and the girls' amusement, "You do not think it would be awesome to fuck me in any way, shape, or form, correct?" I said, cutting to the most important consideration, at least to me (and hopefully to Flip).

"What? Yeah! No, I mean," Flip yelped. "That's not required, right? I mean..." He straightened his back. "I am in no way interested in fucking you, Alistaire," he finished firmly.

"But you would like to fuck me, right?" Kate teased.

Flip's fortitude wavered again.

"I, um, I..." he looked helplessly at Ronnie.

She just laughed. "Relax, dude. You and I are not some grand thing, right? And even if we were, I was the one who kicked this off. You'd have permission... if you needed it."

Flip just stared at the two of them. Mostly Kate, I noticed.

"I think you have your buy-in, guys," I drawled. "Flip is standing there, visualizing that bathing suit Kate wore to the Pier earlier."

Flip whirled toward me. "How did you know that?"

"Dude, I've looked at Kate fully naked a few times and still found myself visualizing that bathing suit!"

"Damn," Ronnie laughed at our faces. "Kate, I need to get a suit like that. Where'd you get it?"

"Online. I'll send you the link."

"Send it to the chat," Ronnie suggested.

I may have whimpered.

Then Ronnie speared Kate with a glance. "Okay, Miss I Know All About This Shit. How do we go from deciding to do this, to actually doing this?"

"Um, I'm not sure," Kate said hesitantly.

"This was your idea," Ronnie said tensely. "You are the one who reads all the porn!"

"Erotica," Both Kate and I said simultaneously.

Ronnie looked at me.

"Thanks, Alistaire," Kate said.

"Not a problem, Kate," I said reassuringly. "I just didn't want you getting bogged down in an argument about how you always insist on calling your porn, 'erotica'."

"So, wait. You are just leaning on book larnin' thar, lil' lady?" Flip said, in his often-used cowboy impression.

"Look," Kate said defensively. "Situations like this," she said, waving at the four of us, alone in Flip's suite, "don't come up every day."

"Still, you got us here," Ronnie said, having fun with it now. "I think it is incumbent on you to figure out how to say, Go!"

I was enjoying just grinning at Kate's discomfort when she turned on me, the ungrateful wench. "Listen, Alistaire is Mister Group Sex among us. He should wave his magic wand," Ronnie snorted at that, "and get us going."

"Wait. You've had foursomes before?" Flip asked me incredulously.

"No! Of course not," I snorted. "Obviously. But I guess you could say I've had a lot of threesomes."

Flip's eyes bugged out.

Damn. Come to think of it, I have had a lot of threesomes. Everybody seems to think they are so fucking rare...

"Really?" Flip asked. His curiosity was killing him. "Anybody I know?"

"Yes," I said. Then I simply grinned at him without saying one word more. It was just a reminder to everybody in the room that discretion remained an important trait.

"Asshole," Flip grimaced back at me.

"Yeah, but a sexy asshole," Ronnie chuckled. "I won't say names either, Flip. But you do know one or more girls that he has enjoyed alone and otherwise, and you even know one or more dudes he has been with."

"What?" Flip yelped, shooting a very uncertain glance my way. "But you..."

"Hey!" I also yelped, shooting Ronnie a very grumpy glance of my own. "'With' is a very strong word, Ronnie. I have on occasion joined forces with another dude to melt the mind of some fair maid," I said, naturally dropping into D&D jargon with two fellow players in the room. "But no melting of each other's minds has ever, or will ever, occur."

Flip visibly relaxed at that, and I visibly relaxed at his doing so.

Ronnie and Kate laughed together at Flip's and my interchange. I quite hypocritically found the tenor of their shared laugh to be most promising.

It was a reminder that this just might work.

I wasn't even sure how invested I was in all this. Threesomes are exhaustingly complicated enough as is, but there seemed like a terrifying number of moving parts here.

"So I think I have made my point, Alistaire," Kate said, feeling the need to grab some momentum. "Just maybe give us square one, dammit!" Ronnie nodded firmly along.

I stared at them. And I grinned.

"Well, in my opinion," I drawled, looking archly at Flip, "the best possible way to start is with naked women, two to be precise." I sat down in a chair, stretched out my legs lazily, crossed my ankles, and interlaced my fingers behind my head. I shifted my gaze to Ronnie and Kate, and Looked at them for all I was worth.

"That is just a little bit sexist," Kate said huffily.

"You asked for guidance," Flip said in a vastly reasonable tone, artfully sitting as well. Attaboy, dude. Sparks of some mental clarity kept glittering through the mist of his confusion.

Ronnie laughed. "Ah, what the hell, Kate. All four of us are going to be naked soon anyway," she added, in a tone that was meant to remind me and Flip that this was absolutely going to be the case.

"I guess," Kate said turning to face Flip and me. "And it should get their motors running a bit, right?"

"Oh, it is going to get our motors running more than a bit," I said with a big, confident smile. This much I was sure of!

"Why?" asked Ronnie, playing with a button and standing beside Kate in the middle of the room.

"Because you two are going to undress each other," I said.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ronnie sneered.

Flip stepped up to the plate and raised his hand. "Yes. Very much, thank you. Please."

Both of them looked at him and laughed together.

To be clear, even dressed as they were in just casual clothes, standing together in the middle of the room in front of Flip and me, Ronnie and Kate were a sexy as fuck study in contrasts. Ronnie's Amazon form towered over Kate's shorter hourglass. If they looked this good in chinos and button-downs, how good would they look side-by-side without them?

"Men are all the same," Kate said to Ronnie.

I sensed we were at a crossroads. Now that we were here, I sensed I was more committed than I had thought to choosing the turn that led to Kate's desired destination.

"Look, girls. The way I see it, there are two main ways for this day to progress from here. Both are of course acceptable. With the first, Flip goes to his room, and I stay here on the couch. You two choose who follows which of us. Then we switch partners after a while. Easy peasy, various body parts squeezy"

"That is just swapping. It's not a foursome," Kate objected pedantically.

"Eh," I waved her objection aside, pretending I disagreed. "The second option is more a variety of tangles combining three or all four of us at any given moment, while getting as loud and sweaty as possible together. For that to happen, there will need to be some 'bridging' going on. I will be doing no bridging with Flip," I went on firmly, accompanied by a grunt of agreement from Flip, and more eye-rolls from the peanut gallery. "That leaves that sort of activity to the two of you, neither of whom has shown any objection to same by now! The fact that such bridging sounds totally awesome to me and Flip is unimportant," I went on with a gigantic smidge of dishonesty. "What is important, for you and for us, is that it be awesome for the two of you."

The two looked inclined to call out my bullshit.

Except it wasn't bullshit, really. Kate turned to face Ronnie. "Kiss me again," she said firmly.

"Just like that?" Ronnie asked, taken momentarily aback.

"Yep. If we enjoy it this time as much as I think we will, game on," Kate said with a deep breath. "If not, dibs on Flip first," she said, then smirked at me.

"We'll see about that," Ronnie replied.

Really?

"But let's see about this first," she went on, and bent toward Kate's face, which automatically turned up in reply.

Their kiss was light, and sweet, and kinda hot. Their lips brushed against one another, holding the contact for a long few moments. Then they pulled away as one and looked at each other. Then, again as one, they leaned back in and kissed more earnestly. Kate's hand hesitantly lifted and came to rest on Ronnie's shoulder. After a moment, Ronnie put one hand around the back of Kate's waist.

The kiss intensified, and I could tell tongues began to get involved. Their bodies grew closer, until they were pressed against one another, and both arms were around each other.

"Okay, this may work," Flip said quietly. I knew he was the most nervous of all of us, but I could tell this show was demonstrating to him pretty forcefully now why his hind brain had carried him along with this madness so far.

"This is good, guys," I said out loud to the girls. "But," I added, using my best command voice, "you need to start undressing each other... Now."

I already knew Kate liked that tone, while I had never really tried it much with Ronnie. But I was getting impatient.

Ronnie shot me an arch look, but Kate just flushed even redder than she already was and kissed Ronnie again, hard. Her hands slid between them and started undoing Ronnie's buttons.

Ronnie looked bemused, but returned Kate's kiss. After a moment, her fingers started to pluck playfully at the waist of Kate's shorts.

Kate's fingers accelerated, and Ronnie's shirt was open all the way. The bra underneath seemed... interesting. What I could see of it and what there was of it, that is. Kate carefully plucked the shirt wide. Yep. Interesting and minimal--my two favorite descriptors when it comes to girls' underwear.

"Kate," Ronnie said carefully, in a voice pitched for her ears, but since you could hear a pin drop otherwise in the suite's common room, Flip and I could hear as well. "Are we doing this for us, or for them?"

Kate smiled back at Ronnie. "Right now, I'm saying we do it for us!"

"Then you might want to feel me up a little when you take off my clothes," Ronnie said. And since Kate's fly was fully open, Ronnie matched her own deeds to her words and slid her hands down the back of Kate's shorts and visibly squeezed her soft, round ass.

Kate just rocked her hips happily under Ronnie's grasp and let her hands trace the outlines of Ronnie's lacy bra. Then, while Ronnie pushed Kate's shorts off, Kate rested her hands fully on Ronnie's impressive bust, and kept as much contact as she could as she worked to unclick the front clasp.

Front-clasp is another favorite adjective of mine when it comes to bras...

Honestly, my favorite characteristic of underwear has always been Easy To Remove.

Okay, they may have genuinely been doing this for themselves. I believed that. But they were also moving and shifting as they did so, so as to give Flip and me one helluva view. Kate swung that ass of hers around dramatically as her shorts slid down her legs, a show that was highlighted by a pink thong making an appearance.

She pushed Ronnie's shirt and bra off her shoulders. Any day Ronnie's breasts make an appearance is a good day, and I leaned in for a closer look.

Nice, especially with Kate's hands tentatively brushing over them.

I checked on how Flip's brain was processing things, remembering my own first few times seeing two girls naked at the same time. Despite Ronnie's impressive rack being fully bare, I could tell his attention was more on Kate's nearly naked ass.

Made sense, of course. He'd seen the rack before, but Kate was all new.

His attention became even more focused as Ronnie tugged up on Kate's golf shirt. Kate had not bothered with a bra today. That was not uncommon.

One of many things I liked about her.

Flip was craning his neck now.

The two of them faced each other topless, Ronnie still in her chinos and Kate in just the little pink thong. They stared at each other for a moment, then Kate giggled and leaned forward to Ronnie's chest.

And she just took a big old lick of one of Ronnie's nipples. Both of them shivered. And Kate kissed, then hesitantly licked the now wet nipple again. I saw Ronnie's eyes waver in uncertainty before rolling back in pleasure.

But she didn't put up with it for long. She pushed Kate away gently, and bent in turn, bending her knees as well to reach Kate's nipples in turn for some tentative licks of her own.

In moments, they were fully making out, hands all over each other's breasts, and mouths tangling with each other. It was great. I was particularly happy to make a comparison between Ronnie's nipples and Kate's. Ronnie still rocked her excellent tan-lines, leaving her bright rose nubs in major contrast to the triangles of pale skin highlighting her boobs. Those nubs were as hard as I'd ever seen them, and I'd had them seriously hard a time or two. Kate's erect nipples were actually bigger than Ronnie's, about the only such comparison to be made between the two, but the surrounding circles were so pale you almost didn't see them, except when she got excited herself and the field became wrinkled, and dotted with little goosebumps.

But this activity went on, they had kind of stopped paying attention to putting on a show for Flip and me, and I was having a hard time seeing the good stuff.

Fuck it. I slid slowly to my feet and took a few steps closer and to the side to get the best possible view. It was a good view. They continued to ignore me.

I looked over at Flip. He was sitting forward eagerly, like he wanted to follow my example, but was holding back. I caught his eye and rolled mine. Get up, idiot.

He tentatively stood and moved to stand on the other side of them for the other best possible view.

Yeah, the two girls were definitely concentrating on each other and almost completely ignoring us now, despite knowing we were flanking them only a few feet away.

I could not help myself. "The pants have to go," I growled as commandingly as I can pretend to be. "Make it happen, Kate."

Like magic, she complied. Her hands slipped from Ronnie's breasts, improving the visibility but not the spectacle, and she tugged swiftly at our taller friend's waist. The button yielded quickly, and Kate pushed down on the pants. At first, I thought she had pushed down the panties too, but it turned out today, Ronnie had less characteristically omitted her underwear.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

She had already been planning on this day ending with jumping Flip's bones from the time she had gotten up.

Flip looked at me like I had magic powers. I just nodded at him like it was his turn to get involved. I saw him bite his lower lip thoughtfully. Then, instead of telling Ronnie what to do, he summoned the courage, or the horniness, to step right behind Kate and say softly, "I'm going to slip off this thong now. Is that alright?"

Both Kate and Ronnie made affirmative noises, enthusiastic ones.

Flip extended trembling hands and tugged at the back of Kate's thong. Tremblingly, he bent his knees to push it free of her generous ass and down her lovely legs. His eyes were mesmerized by Kate's ass, and his hand reached out, as if almost of its own accord, and he caressed that bounteous package. Kate pushed her ass backward firmly into his grasp.

Seemed like a good idea to me, so I moved slightly opposite and indulged myself in some fondling of Ronnie's high-quality, fleshy ass for myself.

Suddenly, their eyes locked, and the girls stepped from between us. "I've had enough of being ruled by the Patriarchy," Ronnie said.

Kate laughed. "Yeah! We need some male skin. Now."

"Um, male stripping seems a lot less sexy than female," Flip said stupidly. I mean, I agreed with him, but also knew better than to fight what was coming. It is impossible to fight it when just one hot girl wants to see you naked. With two? And why would you try?

"Ditch the shirts, boys, at least," Ronnie said, in a mood for compromise. "Tell you what, the first of you to get your shirt off, the two of us will take care of the rest for him."

I looked at Flip. He looked at me. He looked like he was at yet another hesitation point, so I looked at our naked friends. When he did the same, he almost instantly started to jerk his shirt off over his head. I deliberately moved slower. He needed the encouragement.

Either way, we both stood there shirtless, but he was first like that. Then we kind of had to look at each other. Flip is... listen, let's go right ahead and say that I think he is more conventionally handsome than I. My muscles are harder and more defined, but his are bigger. His eyes are blue, as opposed to my grey. And his natural sandy-blonde hair always has this perfect fucking wave to it, in contrast to the way mine always looks like a tousled bird's nest the second after I brush it. Still, he was looking at my torso just as...

Neither of us was attracted to what we saw. But when you are in the presence of good-looking, sexually available females, I think it is hard not to fret about comparisons.

Kate and Ronnie laughed. "Flip wins the race," they said together and moved to push him over in front of the couch. Then they both knelt in front of him, his eyes going wide. Ronnie made short work of his belt and fly. His loose slacks slid down his legs and both girls caressed the bulge straining at the front of his briefs.

"You are going to like this," Ronnie told Kate as they tugged at the elastic, pulling his shorts free of his cock and pushing it downward.

Respectable.

Flip was, I'm guessing, just barely over average length and girth, but he was straight as an arrow. He was also entirely shaven, which made me uncomfortable. I did not like the example he was setting. I like my pubes, thank you.

"Oh, that needs to be sucked," Ronnie sighed.

"Yes, ma'am," Kate said quickly, and wrapped her lips around Flip's dong.

Okay, his dick still did not look hot, but it sure as hell was hot seeing it as it currently was, sliding in and out between Kate's lips. It got even hotter when Ronnie leaned over on the other side and began licking it up and down, just outside of Kate's bobbing mouth. It was hot to watch them double-team him.

After a few moments of this, Kate popped off of Flip's cock and shoved her tongue into Ronnie's mouth again. They reciprocated for a bit, then Ronnie broke free and lunged to suck Flip into her mouth. "Hey! Mine," Kate whined.

Ronnie laughed around Flip's cock, which appeared to provide one helluva sensation for Flip, because his knees buckled. He caught sight of me and looked nervous again.

I had always thought that watching another guy get head was pretty hot to watch. Watching another guy get dual head was... a new experience. Flip, who was less used to new experiences than I, was clearly still having an issue with being a showpiece.

As a selfless favor to Flip, I shifted my attention away from him to stare at the two fantastic bare asses pointing in my direction.

Ronnie and Kate battled with their tongues over the surface of Flip's tip until he groaned mightily.

"How well does he recover?" Kate asked Ronnie.

"He does just fine," Ronnie replied confidently.

"Flip, you are going to come now," Kate said firmly, and sucked his dong back into her mouth all to herself. It took all of three seconds for the rest of us, particularly Flip, to realize that Kate meant to make things happen. She went to town on his cock, louder and more noisily than she had even done with me.

Ronnie kept her eyes on Flip's cock as she stood up and sideways, moving to lean against me. I immediately filled one hand with her ass, and the other with a breast. She turned and kissed me deeply, grabbing my ass again idly.

Flip saw that and his eyes flashed wide... briefly. They sort of went back to rolling up inside his head because Kate was still accelerating her efforts.

Ronnie and I both kept our eyes on Kate's assault upon Flip and, with a word of desperate warning from him, he came.

Plentifully.

It overflowed Kate's lips.

With a long moan of incoherent satisfaction, Flip sank back against the back of the couch. "Thank you," he breathed. Then he politely added, "Thank both of you," to a smirking but very aroused Ronnie. But mostly, his eyes were on Kate, still kneeling before him. This was a girl he had never even considered seeing naked before today, whom I was pretty sure he had yet to actually kiss, who had just blown him and his mind... all while he was being watched.

Learn to catch up, Flip. Life moves pretty fast. As Ferris Bueller says, if you don't keep up, you might miss something.

"He doesn't taste bad, does he?" Kate smiled up at Ronnie.

"No. No, he does not," Ronnie replied agreeably.

Maybe it was just my ego, but I sensed that what they were deliberately and politely not saying out loud was, Flip's cum might taste fine, but it wasn't mine.

If I were in his place, there is no way I personally could have lost my hard-on after just a single orgasm, even one like that--not in this company and this situation. But, wow, Flip almost instantly was totally soft. Weirdly, he shrank not one iota. What's the phrase? A Show-er, not a Grow-er?

If I was like that, I could never wear jeans or else I'd make a scene everywhere I went...

"Sit back, Flipper," Ronnie said, gently pushing him against the sofa back. "We have to get the big baby's diaper off now."

Flip did retain enough brain power to snort at that.

I was still standing, and Kate and Ronnie now moved to flank me, both running their hands all over my chest, their fingers playing with each other as they did so. I kissed them both, and let my hands indulge themselves by roaming all over both their bodies.

Ronnie suckled briefly on one of my nipples, then quipped to our tall friend, "Kate, gotta say it. Your nipples are a lot more fun to lick than either of these hairy dudes'."

Kate hardly needed to lean down at all to do her own evaluation of the phenomenon on her own behalf.

I've never wanted to say duh more in my life. Women's nipples are objectively next level when compared to guys'. But Ronnie's hand slid under my waistband and curled around my cock familiarly.

"Hey!" said Kate, noticing what she was up to. "Together," she scolded.

She knelt and Ronnie followed. We had been spinning around a little as we fondled each other, and when they dropped my pants, I was facing mostly away from Flip. He bounced out of his seat for a better view.

I'm impressed you can even move, dude!

But I was also glad to see him internalizing what I was beginning to suspect was key thing number one here, watching the others was going to be the secret to full enjoyment for each of us.

Kate had her head sideways, wrapping her lips around the base of my shaft, while Ronnie slid several good inches of me straight into her mouth.

"Whoa," Flip whispered. "This really is hot..." he murmured as he stared at rounded asses, dangling tits, and two dark-haired heads moving around my groin with loud, wet noises.

Might be hot to see, but not nearly as hot as it is to feel, buddy.

Kate sensed him close behind her and reached out blindly to grab his cock. She began to stroke it encouragingly while now licking my balls. Ronnie had not lied. Flip already did not need a lot of encouragement to get hard again.

"You two are amazing," I growled at them, "but we are going to have to stop this soon, so I can figure out how to eat you both simultaneously."

I realized instantly that that was stupid. I had Flip there to help me with culinary activities.

No one else seemed to think it was stupid.

Both Ronnie and Kate straightened up a bit, away from my suddenly grumpy cock.

"Isn't he cute?" Ronnie said to Kate.

"If you insist," Kate said to me.

"What the fuck!?!" Flip screamed agonizedly to the heavens.

Oh.

With all my grumpiness about indiscretion among my friends, it had not occurred to me that Flip might need a heads-up.

With their mouths already full of me for the moment, it had not occurred to either girl that Flip might need a heads-up.

Flip had needed a heads-up.

I honestly think he might have fled naked into the hallway, had Kate's hand not continued to softly, gently, relentlessly stroke his dick. Fight or Flight hormones have a hard time overcoming Fuck or Frolic hormones, absent a large animal predator in the room.

My dick did not qualify.

Quite.

"Chill out dude," I said. "I'm not coming anywhere near you."

Flip just shook his head spasmodically. That wasn't his problem. "What the fuck do either of these two need with me, when all... that is here?" he yelped.

"Don't let go of him," Ronnie said flatly to Kate.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Kate purred in reply, stroking Flip softly.

"Flip," Ronnie said firmly, "in a second, I am going to get back to enjoying this giant muddler here." Ronnie was moonlighting currently as a bartender because she needed the extra funds. "Kate here is going to help me suck it. We will also be making out a good bit and probably fondling each other's breasts, something a perv like you, and by that, I mean a male like you, should enjoy."

Kate chose that moment to illustrate Ronnie's point by tugging gently on one of Ronnie's nipples herself.

"While we are doing that," Ronnie bore on, over any hapless objections Flip was trying to mouth, "the two of us will be on our hands and knees right in front of you. If you don't get in here and do a little preliminary fucking of one, the other, or hopefully both of us, I am going to be very, very disappointed."

Flip stared at her, mouth open. He was gobsmacked by Ronnie's speech, but I sensed Kate could safely let go of his cock now...

He managed not to run when she did.

I, meanwhile, wished I had been invited to sit before they got started, because these two were damn near savants on Team Blowjobbing. My knees were wobbling almost immediately. I wanted to lose myself in the feeling of two tongues writhing against my cock, and against each other.

But Flip was still not processing. I didn't quite blame him. I at least had some experience with things like this. I felt sorry for him. But I also wanted him to do something other than stand right in front of me with his hard dong waving around.

I imagined the phone call from his cock to his brain...

"Hey! Get with the program! I need to get in there."

"What?"

"There are awesomely sexy girls here! Naked! Positioned! Put me in coach!"

"You want to go play centerfield?"

"I will kill you..."

Unfortunately, that phone call seemed to be ongoing and circular.

Desperate to go back to enjoying my tandem blowjob (Flip had gotten to enjoy his, after all!), I locked eyes with my dude and jerked my head at the girls.

He shook his head as if clearing it and took a step toward the girls. Then he stopped again.

Great, now he couldn't decide which one.

Ronnie came to my rescue, and Kate's, and her own for that matter. She peeled her head away from my cock and looked over her shoulder at Flip. This left my cock suffering with only one eager tongue licking it, but I hoped to survive. "Flip! I can tell watching is fun too, but get in here."

He smiled at Ronnie and stepped forward toward her. She shook her head and jerked it at Kate. This non-plussed Flip again and he paused, staring down at Kate's bodacious ass.

I sincerely hoped that we were not going to spend the next few hours having to coach him on everything...

Flip finally showed some stones and bent his knees to allow him to caress Kate's ass tentatively. "Kate," he said quietly, "Um..."

"Do it," Kate moaned, then sucked my tip several inches into her mouth.

Look, I could get the confused expression on Flip's face, he nevertheless remembered how awesome his life suddenly was and knelt fully between Kate's legs. She moved them wider for him as he did. He only knew Kate casually, and not for that long. He still had never kissed the girl. And now every single person in the room, most of all her, wanted him to stick his dick inside her.

He stared down at Kate and I saw him remember that he too was a person in the room...

He grabbed his dick, pointed it, and pushed into Kate's pussy. She moaned. I moaned at the vibrations of her moan. I also moaned because Ronnie was sucking my balls.

This whole experience, which seemed destined to swing back and forth between awesome and awkward as hell, was suddenly pegging the meter on awesome.

I had spit-roasted two other girls before, multiple times. But never before had I had an additional, well-sculpted, naked, nearly two-meter-tall friend available for garnish. Ronnie was the spectator, the voyeur, at the moment, but she was a very interactive spectator. Flip barely got in a few thrusts, enough to delve fully into Kate, before Ronnie left off sucking my balls below Kate's chin and dove under Kate to suck hard on one of her dangling boobs.

Kate moaned at this escalation, and both Flip and I moaned at the wonderful vibrations Kate was transferring to us. It was also pretty hot to see one girl nursing on the other. That barely lasted a minute before Ronnie popped up, turned, jammed her tongue down Flip's throat, making out with him while he jacked in and out of Kate. He grabbed both her tits and desperately mangled them. She just stood and pressed one breast into his mouth.

"Wath thee wooing?" Kate asked. Since she refused to let my cock free of her mouth, she could not turn to watch.

"Flip's sucking my boob," Ronnie told her, so I didn't have to. That was good because I was battling my tendency for early first orgasms. "He's good at it. Make sure you give him plenty of time to do it to you."

Huh.

In all the time since I had lost my virginity, I don't think I had ever been complimented on my boob-sucking performance like Flip had just been... I needed to up my game there.

Then Ronnie pulled away from Flip and slid over to me. She kissed me deeply, letting her tongue ooze in and out of my mouth really, really sexily. Between the kiss and Kate's efforts below, it took my brain a moment to remember to grab for Ronnie's tits so I could get to work on some initial research.

But she dropped down before I could, and started licking my cock with Kate once again.

Oh.

I could wait.

Finally, Flip thought all on his own. More to the point, he remembered something on his own. He pushed mightily into Kate. I was glad she was currently licking me with Ronnie rather than having me in her mouth because the way she lunged forward at that mighty thrust would have had her choking hard.

But then Flip slid free from inside Kate and practically leapt to the side, grabbing Ronnie's as and pointing his dick into her.

Wow.

Flip is not my size, but even so he still slid into Ronnie with an ease I had never experienced. The woman has amazing Kegel strength. For him to slide in that easily, she had to be wetter than the Nile. She arched her back at his swift intrusion, growled, and just buried several inches of my cock in her mouth, sucking desperately.

Kate just rolled to her side and stared at the three of us.

"This is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," she sighed.

"Come here," I growled at Kate. "I want to suck some boobies!"

She giggled but stood and moved to me. I twisted over and down and clamped my lips around a nipple. I needed to start paying attention to how Kate reacted to different things I did with my tongue. This was an awesome aspect of sex that I had neglected to properly study!

Unfortunately for my research...

Yeah. My cock was still being expertly sucked. It had been enduring this lovely condition for a while. And I still have a short first fuse.

I had barely moved to Kate's other nipple when I started tapping Ronnie's head in urgent warning. I'd have called it out, but I wanted to keep suckling. I wanted Ronnie to keep suckling too...

But she didn't. Instead, she popped her mouth free and started jacking me hard while she leaned forward to drag her tits across my throbbing tip. Flip stayed with her, even picking up his pace. Kate yanked away from me and knelt to stare at my cock brushing Ronnie's tits from about six inches away.

I almost instantly nutted. Hard. In an instant, both Ronnie and Kate were laughing. I had spooged Ronnie so hard, some of it had splashed on Kate!

Flip paused and leaned forward and to the side to see what everyone was laughing at. But Ronnie snarled at him to get going again.

Good to see other guys understanding the importance of obeying such orders from hot naked women...

Ronnie's swift strokes on my cock slowed to a languid pace, but her grip became stronger if anything. Her lower jaw started to tremble and she arched her back repeatedly. She keened quietly for a moment or two, then outright shouted, "Oh, fucking fuckmeister fuckstiiiiiicks!"

Kate pulled back and just watched the three of us again, wiping her face clean of my stray bullets and licking them from her fingers.

Flip jammed into Ronnie harder, riding her rolling orgasm. But not for long.

With a loud shout of his own, his hips bucked and I could tell he was nutting hard into Ronnie's depths, who loudly approved. I could tell he was coming because, and I will never tell my friend this, he has the most ridiculous-looking O-Face I could imagine.

Flip's thrusts slowed and he pressed his hips against Ronnie's ass, making sure he would not slip free for a bit. Ronnie gave my dribbling tip a cleansing lick or two, then a kiss as she regained her breath.

Kate clapped loudly. "This is the greatest idea ever! That was so fucking hot!" She shook her head in sudden frustration. "But why am I the only one here who hasn't come yet? This was my idea!"

I just turned to where she knelt on the floor, grabbed her, rolled her onto her back, lifted her legs, and put them over my shoulders. I pulled them up so high she was practically upside down, with only her shoulders and the back of her head still on the rug. "Can't have that!" I declared and jammed my tongue inside her.

"Oh, yeah," Kate gasped.

Ronnie shakily crawled forward, pulling off of Flip, and moved to help. She leaned down and began sucking on one of Kate's breasts.

Flip handled his abandonment well. He was getting the hang of just going with the chaotic flow. In fact, he joined in, crawling over to us and sucking on Kate's other breast!

This put his face closer to my junk than I was comfortable with, but Kate's luscious bod was between us, so I took my own advice about going with the flow.

After all that had happened, the sensation of three mouths, one feminine, on Kate's body, especially with where my lips and tongue were, was more than she could handle.

I thought I had gotten used to Kate's orgasmic range by then. I don't know what the fuck to call what happened to her, but 'coming' seems like an insufficient term. Out of body experience, maybe? Her hips writhed against my face. Her legs kicked. Her arms shot out, grabbing Flip's cock in one hand, and one of Ronnie's breasts in the other.

Oh, yeah. She expressed her enthusiasm for the moment. Loudly. Like, crazy loudly.

That felt rewarding to me, and I just kept swirling my tongue around her clit to see how long I could make her keep going.

But...

There was a hard banging on Flip's door.

"Is everyone okay in there?" came a male voice from the hallway.

"Fuck," Flip hissed. "The RA," he clarified for us.

We all quieted. Kate less successfully, even though I cut my shit out instantly.

"We are good Myron! Just, uh, got carried away with a joke in here," Flip said, unconvincingly. The noises we had been making were not exactly congruent with laughter.

"We're all fine," Ronnie chirped.

"Yep," I said.

"I'll do," Kate sort of panted.

"Wait, how many people are in there?" Myron asked, his voice a whole array of emotions.

"Just a few of us," Flip called. "We're just blowing off some steam from mid-terms."

Everybody's last mid-term had been at least a week ago...

"Oh, really?" came the sarcastic voice. "How 'bout next time you 'blow off steam', you don't set off the seismometer in my room!"

"He has a seismometer in his room?" Ronnie hissed at Flip.

"Geology major," Flip whispered back.

Kate was still drunk on endorphins... "Did we really register on your seismometer?"

"It's sensitive to loud sounds," Myron spat.

The four of us almost died laughing. Very quietly.

But not quietly enough.

"Look, Flip, we need to talk," Myron grumbled through the door.

"Maybe not right now?" Flip said tentatively.

"Ofcoursenotrightnow!" Myron yelled, and we heard him stomp off.

We all flopped onto the floor, giggling.

"Guys, thanks for that at the end," Kate sighed. "This is awesome."

"No doubt," Flip agreed.

"Has to happen again," Ronnie went on. "But maybe not right away?"

"Yeah," I said, half bummed, half relieved. "If this isn't rare, we will all flunk out."

"Even me, and I've graduated," Ronnie agreed. We all were laughing again.

"And probably not here," Flip said, his eyes going guiltily, and apprehensively, to the door. "That is not going to be an easy conversation with Myron."

"Maybe easier than you think," Ronnie laughed. "He's going to be very busy worshipping the ground you walk on. As for the future, I fortunately live in a house not too far away. We will just need to engineer the absence of my work-from-home housemate when needed."

"Is that necessary?" I asked. "And by that, I mean, is she hot?"

"Not to me!" Ronnie laughed.

Drat...

"There is so much more shit I thought of while we were doing this that I want to try in the future," Kate enthused, her breasts still heaving up and down.

"Well, you are the expert," I snorted.

"I'm not that much of an expert," Kate said lazily. "I'll have to read up on my porn."

"Erotica!" the three of us said as one.

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I told you this was long. Thanks for making it to the end. My second favorite episode is coming up next. In the meantime, I still have one incomplete future chapter to finish among the few that remain. Get your comments in now, while you still have time to influence how it goes...