A Small Favor

Of course all characters in this story are over 18 years old. Sam and Bobby were good friends in high school, but they are both now in their late 30s. Zooy is a bartender at the nearby Four Seasons hotel. She is 35 years old.

A Favor

"Wait, what?" Sam protested, "you want me to fuck you?"

Bobby looked at him. "Is that all your little brain heard?" she asked, clearly disappointed.

Sam held the game controller in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. "No," he replied, "I'm sorry. I heard what you said. I'm just surprised you're thinking like this." He set the controller down.

"It seems to be all I think about, now," Bobby said.

Bobby was probably his oldest friend. They'd suffered high school together, been apartment roommates, even worked at the same shop, once. But mostly, Bobby and Sam were Halo buddies. Combat survivors in an ancient, evil world. Bobby was the momentum pushing them through the recently released Campaign Evolved. Between the two of them, she was clearly the leader who relentlessly drove their team of two to excel at the greatest video game of all time. Halo was the glue of their friendship; an unbreakable bond.

"I know there are other options," Bobby said calmly, looking out the darkened window. "Believe me, I've explored them all. I've made this my business for the past year. I didn't tell you anything 'cause I know you're not really interested."

Sam said nothing.

"I just thought that you might be the simplest solution; and the least costly." Bobby put down her controller and folded her hands in her lap. "I've thought a lot about this. You're my best friend, Sam," she said. "I know it's weird but I thought that our long friendship might make it okay. We've spend so many hours together, we are so comfortable, I hoped you might understand. I hoped you'd see my perspective."

Sam sat back and gazed at Bobby. "Yeah, it's weird," he exhaled, "It's fucked up. I'm not sure what to say." He reflected on the short lifetime they'd spent together, like brothers. No retreat baby, no surrender. Of course there had been struggles, but Bobby was the only one he knew who had the sheer guts to prevail in a bad-ass game that tormented its users. Halo was their shared experience. It was their preferred world. It was where they were both most at home.

"I'm not getting any younger, Sam," she emphasized, staring off into space. "I'm 38 years old. My clock is ticking louder and louder. Like I said, it's the only thing I seem to think about recently. I always felt that if anyone would be immune to this hormone bullshit, it would be me. But I have to admit it. I want a baby." Bobby appeared sad. Bobby was never sad.

"I'm sorry," Sam said. "I'm just an oblivious moron." He sat quietly for a beat. "You're my bud, Bobby. We're best friends. I sometimes forget that you're female." He reached out a hand to rub her shoulder, but she flinched away and her top rode up with the motion. Bobby was dressed in an XL tee shirt which covered a tight black sports bra. Her pants were painter jeans, as always. Sam thought of Bobby as genderless. He stared at her nearly invisible breasts, crushed flat by her sports bra. As long as he's known her, Bobby has always flattened her breasts, indeed almost binding them under a tight jog bra. To Sam, it was just part of her brand. He didn't think twice about it.

Bobby was a friend but she also functioned like a roommate; for Christ's sake, she had a key. She knew his controller passwords. She shared his food. She ordered Door Dash at his place more than at her own apartment. At times, it was like she practically lived at Sam's. Their lives intersected seamlessly and smoothly. They just fit together as friends.

"You are the only one I've spoken with about this outside of Zooy," she whispered. "And Zooy is not certain that she wants to be involved. She thinks children are confining."

Sam said nothing.

"We might be breaking up," Bobby sighed.

"Oh, Bobby," he cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." Then it hit him, "You really expect to do this on your own?" he questioned. "It's hard, Bobby. Ask my sister. She's divorced with two kids."

"I know, I know," she responded. "I know it will be challenging. I'm not afraid of work. And, come on, you of anyone would have to admit that I'm persistent. I can whoop your ass in Halo."

"Is that why you chose me?" Sam asked, "Somebody who's an acceptable gamer? I hope there's more thought running through your selection model than that."

"Of course there is, you dipshit," she countered. "Don't discount me and my thinking. I'm not stupid. I've given this a lot of thought. I could pick any donor off a long list at any number of sperm banks. I could choose him according to his hair color, eye color, height, education, occupation, you name it. There's plenty of opportunity for me to make a strategic choice of my baby father. In fact, maybe that would be simpler. I wouldn't have to impose on you."

"Well then why not go the anonymous route?" Sam asked. "Why pick me? I'm not what you'd call a 'winner'. I'm not handsome or tall or smart or rich." He looked hard at the slight woman who he often called his best friend; who had chosen this Friday evening to toss a monkey wrench into their relationship.

"Really, Sam?" she moaned. "You really want me to detail my selection criteria? This really matters to you?" Bobby fumed with exasperation, "I guess I just assumed a CIS male might jump at the chance for a zipless fuck. Was I wrong?"

Sam stared at his best friend silently. "Ahh, no, I suppose you weren't wrong," he said. "I can be as much a pig as any dude. I appreciate fucking without commitment as much as the next guy. I just don't get to do it very often. Come on, you know that. I've complained to you about my sex life many times. But I was never angling to fuck you. For Christ's sake Bobby, you're gay! You're not interested in fucking me or any man. And hey, as much time as we spend together, and as close as we've become, I never, ever think about fucking you." He held her gaze.

Bobby was silent for a minute and then opened up. "Okay, yes, hear me out. I appreciate you because you were never interested in me, that way. It's one of the key things I like about you. When we're together, we can just be ourselves, just as we are; straight and queer bros. Nothing complicated about that," she smiled. Bobby paused and held her hand up, stopping Sam from further speaking.

"Bear with me a second. Let me tell you why I elected not to take the anonymous sperm bank route. It's not because you are handsome or tall or have great eyes. Those things don't matter to me. The reason I took the risk of approaching you for your seed is because..." she paused, "of who you are, not what you are; because of your character." Bobby looked deeply into Sam's eyes and continued, "I choose you because of how you solve problems when we're playing Halo. You are always coming out with innovative solutions when we get in a jam. I choose you because of your loyalty and dedication to your sick mother. You made sacrifices of time, money, and opportunity in order to give her your full support while she was dying. And her death was a marathon, not a sprint. I choose you because I see the way you are with your sister's kids. You actually like kids. You love to play with them and they in turn love you. It's a huge feature of your operating system," she smiled. "And finally, I choose you because, maybe, just maybe, you will get an opportunity to witness your kid growing up and becoming a real person. I hope that, regardless of what happens between us in this awkward moment that you and I can remain lifelong buds. I hope that having a baby, especially your baby, won't stifle that special bond we have with each other." She sighed deeply, resting her case.

Sam said nothing.

"You will have no legal responsibility," she went on. "Also, artificial insemination is fucking expensive. Did you see what I did there? Fucking? Expensive? Get it?" She chuckled.

Sam said nothing, staring out the window at the rain. It was pouring.

"Well, dipshit," she asked after a few silent moments, "what say you?'

He shifted his focus back to Bobby. "Okay," he said quietly. "I understand, now. I'm thinking here; processing. I might be quick at making Halo decisions, but I'm slow and deliberate at matters of the heart." Sam looked deeply into her eyes. "I guess I'm coming to appreciate your position. I just need to get over the awkwardness of the situation. I never wanted to fuck you, but I guess I could. You're really a girl under all those.... layers."

Bobby corrected him, "woman, not girl. That's important. Grow up, asshole."

"I know, I know," Sam replied. "I'm sorry, you know what I mean."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each contemplating the changes they were facing. Bobby played with a small wound on her arm. Sam tapped nervously on the coffee table on which their controllers rested. The two appeared to be talked out.

Finally, Sam just shrugged and, gazing out at the rain said, "Sure, Bobby. Why not? Let's do this. I'm on board." He didn't look at her.

"Okay, when?" she responded quickly, eager to capitalize on Sam's sudden willingness.

"I don't know," he said. "You tell me."

"Well, I start ovulation either today or tomorrow," she stated bluntly.

"Wow, you know that? You're right on top of your cycle?" he asked.

"Of course, dummy," she said. "I told you this is all I think about now."

"Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Sam asked.

"Nothing yet," she drawled, looking up at him, "How about you? I can come over in the morning and we can get this project started? And if that's okay, I'm gonna leave here right now before we have a chance to change our minds. We can play Halo tomorrow."

Sam said nothing and with that she was off. He sat motionless on the sofa and wondered what he'd gotten himself into.

-----

The next morning was Saturday. Bobby unlocked the door and let herself in at precisely 9:00 in the morning. Sam was standing at the kitchen counter. She dropped her bag down on the sofa and looked up at him sheepishly. "I'm nervous," she admitted softly. She was blushing.

"You and me both," he replied. "I haven't had a girlfriend in nearly a year. This is going to be an unfamiliar thing for us both."

"I call bullshit," she said, smiling. "The fact that you haven't gotten laid recently nowhere compares to me not getting laid, ever. Maybe you're unaware that I'm a straight-sex virgin, Sam," she added.

"Okay, you're right, of course," Sam admitted, and paused. "This is going to be awkward."

"Right you are," she said. I've been thinking a lot about this and I want to suggest something to you. Please don't be offended or put off. I'm just trying to get comfortable with what we are about to do. And remember, I love you, bro." She smiled.

Sam was both intrigued and alarmed. He, too, had given this some thought and yet never fully wrapped his brain around the how. "What's your suggestion?" he asked.

"You're probably gonna hate this, but here goes," she said. "I want you to be fully conscious that this is all very new to me. I've known I was gay since I was nine years old, maybe even younger. I've only had a few partners, all women. I've seen naked men before, but I've never been 'close' to one, if you know what I mean. I need help getting comfortable with the thing that you'll be shoving into my body. Do you understand my trepidation?"

Sam stared silently at Bobby and thought for a moment trying to discern precisely what it was she wanted. "Do you want me to do something specific to help you get comfortable?" he asked, "Like rubbing your shoulders or fixing you a cocktail? Whatever it is, Bobby, I'm game. I'll do it. As awkward as this is, I want to make it easy for you. Being gay is hard enough."

"Thanks," she said, seemingly relieved. "Before we get going, I just want to examine your 'joystick', you know? That's all. Check it out. See if I can get used to it." She smiled at him like she was asking to see his photo albums. Sam breathed in deeply.

"Ok," he replied, slowly. "Weird. Want me to just whip it out?" He stared at her in stony silence. Bobby looked wounded. "Okay, wait a minute," he said. "That's not nice. Here pal, follow me. You're taking a big risk. You deserve a chance to examine the whole enchilada." Sam strode into the bedroom. Bobby followed and stood in the middle of the room. Sam sat on the bed, unlaced his sneakers and pulled them off. He stripped off his socks, then stood and pulled his tee shirt off. Bobby was following each movement, unsmiling, but nodding her head with each garment removed.

Finally, Sam took a deep breath and unbuckled his belt. He lowered both his jeans and boxers to the ground in one swift motion, stepping out of his pants to stand there, naked. Bobby was his best bud; they had a genderless friendship. Sex was never a feature of their lives together. But then here was Sam, naked and growing quickly erect in front of her.

"Thanks, pal, for taking me seriously," Bobby said smiling. She pointed to his growing erection, "Is that because of me?" she asked.

"Yep," Sam said.

"I'm flattered," she smiled. "You like me."

"That's right," he replied. He tried to smile.

"Would you please lie on the bed?" she asked, politely.

Sam sat and then lied down, kicking his legs up onto the bed. The warm summer air stimulated his privates. Bobby sat down next to him with her hands in her lap. Sam was naked, aroused and anxious. He noticed for the first time that Bobby was actually wearing a black tennis skirt. "May I touch you?" she asked.

Sam nodded.

Bobby laid her right hand on his foot and slowly slid it up over Sam's ankle, shin, knee, thigh, and hip, to where his erection was lying supine on his abdomen. She cupped Sam's balls, gently, and then wrapped her small hand around his engorged member. He inhaled sharply. She smiled. Although Sam was nervous, Bobby's hand on his cock felt exciting. He'd never imagined having such a feeling with her. He smiled back, nervously.

"Take your time," said Sam. "Get comfortable. That bad boy is about to go inside you." With her right hand wrapped around the base of his penis, she stood Sam's mast at full salute. She wiggled it back and forth. Then she bent her head forward and kissed the tip.

"Do straight girls really like sucking these things?" she asked.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" Sam asked in answer.

"No, it's not rhetorical," she said. "Why would any normal person think it fun to put this in her mouth," she waved Sam's penis back and forth. "I just don't get the attraction. The whole set-up is kinda ugly. What did Sylvia Plath say, 'looks like a turkey neck and gizzards'."

"I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're gay," Sam said. "It's probably never even occurred to you why a straight girl would be willing, maybe even eager, to give a blow job. And it doesn't have to do with attraction to her guy's swollen member."

Bobby continued to poke and prod Sam's cock. She pulled back the foreskin and slid it roughly back in place. Then she pulled it back again, stretching it out almost painfully. She held his engorged member with her left hand and traced its contours with her right hand. Then she held Sam's penis vertical and bent her head down toward it. She laughed, gently kissed its head again, and then dropped his penis back onto his abdomen.

Sam said nothing. His erection twitched.

Bobby took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let do this."

She clamored up on the bed and knelt, facing the headboard, with her head on the pillow. "Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yes, do it now, before I chicken out and change my mind," she grunted.

He sat up and turned toward her slight form on the bed. Bobby wasn't a large person. She was maybe five-two and one hundred twenty pounds, if that. Her closely cropped blond hair contributed to her impish appearance. Sam sat up and knelt behind her. "Uh, Bobby, you're fully dressed," he questioned. "How is this going to work?"

"I'm ready," she said. "I don't have to be naked, but you do. I have a skirt on. Just lift it up and get to work. I assume you know what to do."

Sam was puzzled. He hadn't thought too deeply about the mechanics of this 'project'. He was preoccupied with the implications for his friendship with Bobby. He certainly hadn't anticipated this fully clothed and antiseptic scenario. He shuffled closer up behind her on his knees, pushing her legs apart to make way for his own legs and nuzzled up to her hind side. Sam tried to appreciate the irony of this moment with her fully clothed and he fully naked.

"Okay, Bobby," he said. "Just to be sure, before I get started, are you certain you want me to do this to you?"

"Yes, Dipshit," she barked. "Just do it. Now."

Sam pulled up Bobby's skirt to reveal her white bottom. He said, "Okay, Bobby, I'm gonna touch you, now."

"Stop being such a fucking gentlemen, you dipshit," she said. "Just shut up and do it. I don't need a play-by-play."

Heeding her guidance, Sam reached down between her legs and ran two fingers along the underside of her body, finding her labia. She was so soft. He tried to push a finger in but met with resistance. He rotated two fingers a few times and tried to work up some lubrication, but to no avail. Bobby's pussy was dry. Sam kept up his efforts for a few minutes and even found her clit, but nothing changed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" barked Bobby.

"You're dry," said Sam.

"Stop complaining and just do it," she implored.

"No, I can't," he said. "I won't. It will hurt you if there's no lubrication. Usually a girl gets wet with what I've been doing. Your pussy is soft and warm, but you are bone dry. If I try to fuck you it will hurt you."

"Oh," she said, contrite. "I get really wet with Zooy. Maybe you're doing something wrong."

"No, I'm doing it right," Sam said. "I just think you're nervous. You're treating this like a chore you have to endure. None of this 'project' really turns you on. I bet you'd be wet if I was I woman." Sam let that sink in for a minute and then turned away and said, "Wait a minute. Let me get some coconut oil from the kitchen. I can use that as lube. It's all natural." He left without waiting for her concurrence.

Sam returned from the kitchen with a jar of coconut oil. Bobby said nothing. He retook his prior position and opened the jar. He scooped out about a tablespoon with two fingers of his right hand and used his left hand find her labia again. He ran the two lubed fingers along her labia, exerting a little pressure. His lubed fingers sank in easily. Bobby flinched, but made no noise. He pushed in deeper in an attempt to coat the walls of her vagina with the lube. Bobby groaned involuntarily.

With her vagina fully lubed, Sam withdrew his fingers and took stock. There was still some lube coating his fingers. He held his erection with his left hand and coated the head and shaft with the remaining lube.

Bobby said nothing, waiting with uncharacteristic patience.

"Okay," Sam said tentatively. "Try again?"

"Yeah," she said. "Do it."

He grasped his erection with a still slippery right hand and, leaning forward at the hips, rubbed the head of his member along Bobby's labia. It was slippery. He pulled his cock back and forth along her lips and then pushed forward slightly with his hips. Her vagina opened easily and admitted the engorged head of his penis.

"Uhh," Bobby gasped.

"Does that hurt?" Sam asked.

"Nuuuh," she replied. "No, not really. It's just a surprise. Never felt this before. Is your penis on the larger side?" She asked.

"I'm not overly big," said Sam, "but I'm very hard right now. I'm gonna go slow and slip a little more of it into you." He pushed gingerly with his hips and sank another inch into Bobby. "Is this okay?" he asked.

"Uhhhh," she grunted.

"I'm going to push all the way in now," he warned her.

"Well then do it, dip shit. Fuck me."

And with that encouragement, Sam drove his entire shaft into his best friend and felt it bottom out on her cervix. The feeling was primal. It overtook him.

"Uhh," Bobby grunted.

He withdrew and shoved it in again. Bobby's whole body shuddered as he hit bottom.

"Uhh," she repeated.

Sam said nothing.

He commenced pumping in and out of Bobby with an animal frenzy. It felt great. His cock felt enormous. Sam was pistoning Bobby's small frame with savage intensity. He soon felt the magic tingle of release on its way. Bobby grunted with Sam's every plunge.

"Come on, Sam," she moaned. "Fuck me. Shoot your wad. It's time to cum."

And, as if compelled by her pleading, Sam exploded. He stopped stroking, leaned forward, and grabbed Bobby tightly around her small, taught figure while his penis shot its seed deep into her vagina. Sam was panting, breathing raggedly. He held on tightly to her over the next few minutes as his erection softened. Bobby was enveloped in his tight embrace. She couldn't move. They stayed like that for a few beats.

"Are you done?" she soon asked. She managed to convey quite clearly that at the end of the day it was only his sperm that Bobby wanted and she was unwilling to put up with post coital cuddling.

"Yes, I'm done." Sam was still holding her tightly. His semi-erect penis was still inside her. He really didn't want to move. He felt complete.

"Okay, then get off me, dipshit" she barked and her body quickly expelled his penis.

Sam unwrapped his arms from around her frame and pushed himself up. He was tempted to look at her entrance, but also wanted to respect her dignity. He slid her skirt down over her bottom as he arose.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked softly. Bobby keeled over and lay on her side on the bed, facing him.

"You know, Sam," she whispered, "the single thing I worried most about regarding this whole enterprise was how I was going to face you after we 'did the deed'. I wondered if things would be changed between us."

"Well, are they?" Sam asked. They lay facing each other, side by side, Sam naked, Bobby fully clothed.

Bobby looked deeply into Sam's eyes and said, smiling, "Nah, you're still the same loser I've always loved." She slapped his face, lightly.

Sam reached out to hold her but she blocked his embrace. "Let's play," she said, and rolled off the bed. They resumed level seven at the last place he was killed. Bobby gave him room to move as she skirted around the boundaries, supporting their advance. She was deferring. Together, they surged ahead and made credible progress until both were flagging from hunger.

"Same time again tomorrow morning," she said as she dropped her controller and stretched. "I've got errands to run. See you bright and early."

*****

On Sunday morning at 9:00 Sam heard the lock click. He was still in bed, but not really sleeping. Not having found his lazy ass on the sofa, Bobby strode into the bedroom.

"Okay," she commented. "I see you are ready for round two."

"Ha," Sam replied, "I'm just being lazy. I wasn't really waiting for you."

"Well, it doesn't matter," she said. "I'm ready, so let's go." She scooted up on the bed next to Sam and knelt in the position yogis refer to as 'child's pose'. Her face was away from him, looking at the wall. She seemed to be disassociating; not a good sign.

Sam didn't immediately rise and respond. Bobby rotated her head 180 degrees to face him. "Hey, big boy," she commented, "come on over here and do that thing you do." She smiled. She seemed comfortable, in good humor. Sam thought, perhaps there was nothing weird in this their second attempt.

He pushed the covers back and stripped off his boxers. Fully nude, with a rising hard-on, he clambered up behind Bobby's small figure and raised her skirt. Sam reached over to the bedside table for the jar of coconut oil that still sat there from yesterday. With a small glob, he repeated the lube ritual for the second time. Then he grasped his erection and rubbed it along Bobby's labia, applying a little pressure; the head slid in easily.

"Uhh," grunted the girl.

"Uhh, yourself," Sam said. He bent forward, resting his chest on her back and laid each hand on the bed on either side of Bobby's shoulders.

"Don't make fun of me, you dipshit," she barked. "I'd like to see you take a boner into your body cavity. It's not natural. It feels like a foreign invasion."

Sam said nothing. He knelt there silently with his penis head just inside of his best friend, letting her body get accustomed to the intrusion.

"Okay to go in deeper?" Sam asked tentatively.

"Yes. Go ahead. Thanks for being considerate," said a clearly relieved Bobby. "Just go slowly. Maybe don't start pounding me as quickly as you did yesterday."

"Okay," he said, sheepishly. "Maybe I got a little carried away yesterday. I promise to go slow."

"Not too slow," she said. "I don't want this to last any longer than it needs to. I just don't want it to hurt. I think I, too, got a little carried away yesterday."

"Roger that," Sam said and pushed a little deeper.

"Uhh," she grunted. He continued his slow withdraw and advance, sinking in a little more each time. Eventually, he felt his balls connect with her ass as he sunk his full length into her. He stopped his movement.

"Is this okay?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. No pain today. Thanks for starting slowly. This is much better. You can really bang me now that I'm used to your size inside me."

"Is that really what you want?" Sam asked.

"Yes, dipshit, bang me hard and quick. Let's get this over with."

Sam swallowed his contention about mixed signals. He pushed himself up off her back and started a quick, efficient motion in and out all the while holding onto her hips. Even though he couldn't see her face, or for that matter any of her body, the action felt intimate and sexy. He was rock hard and it didn't take more than three minutes of fucking her before he felt the tingle.

"I'm gonna cum," Sam warbled.

"Good. Shoot my heart," she squawked. And he complied.

Sam stopped thrusting and leaned forward, enveloping Bobby's small frame with his arms. He felt his cock pumping repeated shots of semen into her. He held her tight and rested his head alongside hers as the pumping subsided. Sam's lips brushed her neck and he kissed it gently.

"What the fuck are you doing, dipshit?" she croaked. "Get the fuck out of me." His semi-erect penis slid out of her.

"I, I don't know," Sam said foolishly. "I guess that's just what I usually do after I cum inside a girl. I'm sorry." But he didn't push himself up. He stayed resting with his chest on her back. The feeling of closeness was overwhelming. Sam was stunned.

"Okay, pal,' she said. "Get off me." He reluctantly complied and pushed himself up.

Sam stayed kneeling on the bed, naked, while Bobby keeled over to the side and scooted away. "Put some clothes on, Sam" she said as she hopped off the bed.

Sam remained unmoving, stunned. 'What just happened?' he wondered. Bobby slapped his ass.

"I gotta go," she said casually. "Zooy wants to talk. Hope you didn't plan to play Halo again today."

Bobby's announcement broke Sam's reverie and made him realize he was still naked. "No, I've got stuff to do today, too." He knee-walked to the side of the bed.

Bobby turned and grabbed Sam's arm, looking him straight in the eye. "Thanks for this, Sam. And for your understanding. I checked my temperature this morning. I'm full on ovulating. Can we do this again this evening? The more semen I get into me, the better." Her request made Sam's cock twinge and his heart skip.

"Uh, sure," he said while he got off the bed and pulled on his sweats. Bobby swept out the door and Sam was left alone again wondering, 'what just happened'?

Sam thought he felt hungry. He opened the freezer looking to score a breakfast pizza. No such luck. He made coffee and his hunger seemed to fade. He found himself thinking about the morning, the "project', and about Bobby. Sam found himself reflecting on the intense feeling he had holding Bobby after he had cum inside her. She was warm, safe, and comfortable. They had stayed like that for a long time. Didn't they? Sam felt confused. Bobby was his best friend. Bobby was gay. Sam had just fucked her twice.

*****

That night, shortly after dark, there was a knock at the door. Sam thought it strange. He was expecting Bobby. Bobby always let herself in with her key. He shuffled over to the door and opened it. There was Bobby, this time with Zooy. Bobby looked sheepish. Zooy was smiling broadly. They both stormed into the apartment suffused with chatter about what a great day it was.

Zooy was a natural Mediterranean beauty; flawless olive skin, jet-black hair, big brown eyes, and a dancer's body. She never wore makeup and she always dressed funky. Today, she had on a peasant top and orange Capri pants. Sam noticed that she might not be wearing a bra. Zooy was the kind of girl you just wanted to stare at. Plenty of men did. Zooy worked a highly coveted bartender job at the Four Seasons. But Sam was afraid to stare; she intimidated him. She was a powerful force, a strong, almost feline spirit. She absorbed all the oxygen in whatever room she occupied. And yet, her beauty allowed you to forgive her. Her presence in your space seemed to be an honor.

Sam opened a bottle of wine and the three sat on the floor in the living room. They continued to small talk. The wine made conversation easy for the introverts, while Zooy was just naturally effusive. Then suddenly, Bobby sat forward and changed the subject.

She let drop, "Zooy and I had a gargantuan fight today." Zooy was uncharacteristically silent. "I really thought it was the end of us as a couple," said Bobby. "It was a blowout." She let that sink in.

"I'm sorry," Sam replied. "Does it have anything to do with our little 'project'?" Both girls smiled and looked at each other.

"Well, in fact, it does," said Bobby. "Sorta, I mean, actually."

"Fuck yes, it does," chirped Zooy. "It has everything to do with your fucking 'project' and then what comes next if the 'project' succeeds." She wasn't smiling as she looked from Sam to Bobby and back.

"I don't get it," said Sam. "I thought you two were having difficulties. Zooy, I thought you didn't want the responsibility of children. Why are you interested in our 'project'?"

"Cut the crap,' barked Zooy. "It's not just a 'project'. I know you're fucking her." She stared at Sam in silence.

Sam said nothing.

"Hold on," interrupted Bobby. "Zooy may be coming on a little strong. We just need to talk with you." She paused and gave Zooy a chance to interject.

Zooy said nothing.

"Okaaaay," said Bobby, looking back at me. "Zooy and I had it out today. She claims she wants to be involved in my life. She supports my decision to have a baby. She says she, too, is ready to commit. I gotta say, I was relieved to hear it. I was afraid we were over as a couple."

Sam said nothing.

"Here's the thing," interjected Zooy. "I want to be part of it all. Not just the diapers and the midnight feedings. I want to be there for the conception, for the delivery and for this kid's life. I want to be a full partner." Zooy then silently glared at Sam as if he'd insulted her.

Sam felt he was being challenged to contribute; to answer. "Sure, Zooy, that sounds great. Bobby is gonna need a full partner; a life partner. This is not a trivial undertaking. My sister would tell you that." He was actually relieved for Bobby in spite of his confusion stemming from their interaction yesterday. Sam smiled.

"I don't think you get it, Sam," Zooy exhaled in a long sigh.

"What?" asked Sam.

"She's not wrong," Bobby cut in. "You don't understand what she's asking, Sam. Zooy wants to be part of our 'project'. She wants to play a role in conception."

"What?" Sam asked again.

"She wants to be present when you fuck me," said Bobby bluntly. "She wants a role."

"What?" Sam asked again.

"You heard me," said Bobby. "This is now a threesome."

Sam looked from girl to girl. Neither was smiling. Sam said nothing.

"Don't look so shocked, Sam," said Zooy. "It's not like you two have a romance going. It's a practical business transaction. You can do this. Just suck it up. Besides, your 'project' is not altogether unpleasant for you Sam, is it?"

Sam stared at Zooy. Frankly, it's what he always wanted to do when in her presence - stare at her. Zooy was drop dead beautiful. He didn't know what to say.

"Sam,' said Bobby, "bear with me, we can do this. It's not a big deal. I've thought about it. I know it might seem lopsided to you; like we're ganging up on you. But Zooy is willing to be naked, too. She will be naked for me. She will be the end and you will be the means. It will work. Trust me. It changes nothing." She sat silently staring at Sam.

Sam looked at Zooy. She smiled. "Yes," Zooy said. "I will do whatever it takes to make this work; to make you comfortable, to make this simple and natural. Just think, your CIS boy dreams come true; two bitches in bed with you." Her smile seemed patronizing to Sam.

"But Sam," Bobby interrupted. "We need to get back to the project. Remember, I'm only ovulating for another day or so. We want to start a session right now."

"A session?" he asked. He pushed himself up t standing.

"Yes, a session. Or whatever you want to call it; our little 'project'. We're bound by time. No more thinking. Let's do it. Now."

"I know. I'll go first," said Zooy, smiling and standing up. In one smooth motion, she pulled her blouse over her head. Sam was right; she was not wearing a bra. The skin of her exposed breasts was lighter than the rest of her body. Her aureola were tan. Her small breasts were high and pert. Her abdomen sported a subtle six pack. Her arms and abs seemed chiseled from marble. In a flash her pants were on the floor and she was naked. She sported a massive brown bush. Zooy was more beautiful naked than Sam could have ever imagined.

Sam was speechless, and he could feel his erection growing in response to her.

"Not too fucking shabby, huh Sam," said Bobby, admiring Zooy's body.

Sam said nothing, just stared. He felt he no longer needed permission to stare.

"Okay, bud, your turn," chirped Zooy, looking at him, smiling.

Sam was stuck. "Come on, Sam," said Bobby. "Let's do this." His sweats were beginning to tent.

Slowly, while staring at naked Zooy, he reached down and pulled his tee shirt over his head. At the same time, Zooy grabbed the waist band of his sweat pants in both hands and swept them down to the floor while she herself went into a squat. Sam's boner popped up to greet her.

"Well, hello there mister," she chirped. Zooy leaned forward and planted an exaggerated kiss on his dick head.

"Ewww, Zooy," whined Bobby. "How can you do that?"

"I just kissed it," she replied. "You're the girl gonna take it inside your body."

The girls giggled together. Then Zooy reached over to her and they engaged in a long lingering kiss. Sam's member throbbed at the sight. When they broke off, Bobby then climbed on the bed and assumed the position. Zooy clapped and rubbed her hands together in anticipation. Sam followed Bobby onto the bed and angled in behind her. He popped open the coconut oil and scooped some out. Zooy moved in close to observe. Sam repeated the steps to get Bobby lubricated, but actually found her wet already. He still spread the oil and then coated the head of his protrusion. Zooy observed silently, smiling and nodding.

As Sam leaned forward and began to rub the head of his penis on Bobby's labia, Zooy clambered onto the bed behind him. Before he was able to enter Bobby, Zooy reached around Sam and took hold of his erection at the base. At first Sam was surprised. Then, he relaxed a bit while the two of them held his dick and slid it along Bobby's opening. He moved his hips forward and the head slipped in. Zooy and Sam were still cooperating on holding his member.

"Woah," Zooy said. "You're inside my girlfriend, buddy." She squeezed Sam's penis with her right hand and wrapped her left hand tightly around his waist. He didn't move.

"Go in deeper," she said, plaintively. "Fuck the girl."

"Hold on," Sam replied. "I have to go slowly at first so it doesn't hurt her."

"Is he hurting you, Babe?" Zooy asked with a tone of concern.

"Nope. No pain, breathed Bobby. Just go slowly at first."

Sam started to speak but Zooy pushed him hard from behind and drove several move inches of Sam into Bobby.

"Uhhh, woah, woah," complained Bobby. "Slowly, I said."

"Sorry Babe," chirped Zooy, "that was my fault. Guess I'm an over anxious fucker." Both girls laughed. Sam thought that Zooy's hand felt nice tightly wrapped around the base of his erection. It was like a cock ring. She continued to hold on as he slipped a little more of himself into her girlfriend. Bobby's vagina felt exquisite enveloping Sam as he slipped in, deeper and deeper. Finally, he connected with her backside, squeezing Zooy's hand between the copulating couple's connection.

He began a slow piston motion, in and out of Bobby. Zooy held tightly to his penis with one hand and around his abdomen with the other. She followed his motion. Bobby was very wet and Sam's boner slipped neatly in and out. He was sandwiched between these two girls as they moved together, all three with a singular purpose - deposit Sam's seed into Bobby.

He took his time. Sam was delighted that Bobby did not rush him. The three of them moved together for about ten minutes, until Sam felt the tingling start.

"I'm about to cum," Sam announced. Bobby said nothing, but Zooy squeezed him tighter. She held on dearly while Sam exploded into her girlfriend.

"Ooooo," cried Zooy, with her hand still around the base of Sam's erection. "I can feel you pumping seeds into my girl. This is wild. You should feel this, Bobby."

"I can feel it just fine," clapped back Bobby.

Sam kept up the motion for awhile and then leaned forward onto Bobby's back. Zooy followed his lead, removed her hand and lifted herself up to lay across his back. He could feel her lovely breasts squished onto his back. His softening penis was still inside Bobby. They lay like that for a long time; much longer than Bobby had allowed in their prior encounters. Then Sam's penis slipped out.

"Ohhhhh," Bobby moaned in protest.

"What?" asked Zooy.

"He's fallen out," whined Bobby. Still, nobody moved. Sam hugged Bobby while Zooy hugged Sam. They were warm, safe, and exhausted. Sam felt a lovely sense of fulfillment.

Eventually, Zooy unwrapped her arms and pushed herself off the pile. Bobby, still pinned under Sam, spoke first, "Okay, Sam, time to get moving. We all need to work tomorrow morning." She started to squirm under his weight. Sam got the message. He moaned and reluctantly pushed off.

Zooy made no attempt to get dressed or hide her body. She stood naked alongside the bed, witnessing the couple's disentanglement. Sam got to a kneeling position on the bed and pulled Bobby's skirt down to cover her ass. Bobby still remained motionless.

"So it's Sunday evening," said Zooy.

"That's right," Sam agreed.

"And your ovulation is happening for one more day, right?" asked Zooy of Bobby.

"Mmmm," replied Bobby.

"So we need to get the maximum amount of semen into you as possible," declared Zooy.

"Yep," uttered Bobby, still curled up in Child's Pose. "That's why we've been doing this dirty deed each day."

"Well, why don't you give her another shot, then," stated Zooy to Sam.

"What?" he asked through sleepy eyes, his flaccid penis hanging limply in front of Zooy.

"You should fuck her again," declared Zooy, "right now. Give her the maximum amount of semen you've got. Empty your balls. Do it now while we're still here, locked and loaded." Zooy stood strait with her naked dancer's body, hands on hips, dark brown bush prominently punctuating her pussy. Sam remained kneeling naked on the bed.

"You might be locked and loaded," said Sam, "but I'm shot and shriveled." He swayed his hips and wiggled his penis.

"Huh," returned Zooy. "I can fix that." She sat down on the bed and reached out to Sam. Sam made no move to resist. Zooy took his dick in hand leaned down, opened her lips, and slipped his flaccid member into her mouth.

"Woah," Sam squeeked in surpise.

"Ewww, Zooy, what the fuck?" cried Bobby.

"Mmm bah," mumbled Zooy around his dick. Then she started to hum.

"Holy shit that feels good," Sam crowed. "You have a magic mouth."

Bobby looked on incredulously. Zooy began bobbing her head up and down. Sam moved his hips and fucked her mouth. He reached out, gently took hold of her head, and tilted his own head back. He was quickly erect again. It was all very surreal. Then Zooy pulled off Sam's engorged shaft, making an audible pop. He looked down at the beautiful naked girl in disbelief.

"Okay," she said. "That's enough. Now fuck her again." Sam returned to his senses.

Bobby had not moved. Sam knee walked back behind her and lifted her skirt. He took hold of his engorged member and rubbed it along her labia. She was very wet and it slipped right in. He leaned in and the whole shaft disappeared easily. Bobby moaned.

"Hang on," interjected Zooy. "Stop moving. I have an idea. I want to make this memorable for us all."

Zooy hopped up on the bed and, standing, stepped over to where Bobby and Sam were coupled. She held his shoulder with one hand for balance and, with a dancer's grace, swung her leg over Bobby to straddle her girlfriend, looking away from Bobby's head toward Sam. Then, grasping both his shoulders with her hands, she lowered herself down to her knees, essentially straddling the place where Sam's body was connected to Bobby's.

"That okay?" she asked him, smiling. Sam was dumbstruck. "I'll take that as a yes."

She then asked Sam to take her hands in his and slowly lowered herself backwards down onto her girlfriend, back-to-back. Sam did as requested. When her naked body made contact with Bobby, Zooy let go of his hands and placed her own hands on either side of Bobby's small frame to hold herself steady. Satisfied with her acrobatics, she demanded, "Fuck us, Sam. Fuck us good."

Sam complied. He began to pump his hips and slide his erection in and out of Bobby. He could feel Zooy's course pubic hair brushing his member as he fucked Bobby. It was exquisite. Meanwhile, Zooy was supine on top of Bobby, facing Sam. The spread of her arms stretched out the tissue of her chest and accentuated the swell of her lovely breasts. They pointed straight up toward him. Sam couldn't help but stare. Zooy clearly noticed.

"Go ahead and touch them," she allowed. "You know you want to. You're a CIS boy. You love tits." Sam couldn't resist.

He fucked Bobby slowly and smoothly, no banging, while he massaged Zooy's lovely olive skin breasts. Her brown nipples were hard and tight. Bobby gave an occasional moan. Zooy just looked at Sam and smiled. After a bit he leaned forward and lowered his torso onto Zooy's, contacting those lovely breasts with his chest. He continued to slowly fuck Bobby, or was it Zooy?

Sam was face-to-face with Zooy. She opened her mouth to him and he kissed her gently. She kissed him back. They continued to kiss for another five minutes until Sam moaned and came vigorously. Bobby moaned from the bottom of the pile. Zooy breathed hard. She was working to keep herself up and steady. Sam's penis seemed to rapidly deflate and fall out.

"Get off me," cried Bobby.

"You first," said Zooy to Sam.

They untangled from each other and lay together, side by side, on the bed. Sam and Zooy, both breathing heavily, both naked, sandwiched a completely clothed Bobby.

"Well, that was amazing," Zooy said.

"Mmm," replied Bobby.

"Thanks, girls," Sam seconded. "I'd do that again, anytime."

"Ha," quipped Zooy. "In your dreams, Sam."