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Two Dashes of Mid-Summer - 6
by Endrael endrael@yahoo.com 

***

Although Kim isn't fond of Mike's friend Jen, Sara 
has been willing to give her a chance and get to know 
her, with results that will have long-term impacts 
for all involved. (FFM, bi, mast, exh, voy)

***

Part 6: It's Never Simple


Chapter 1

Our new closeness was noticed pretty fast at school. 
Not that Sara and I cared, but it did cause some 
drama for Kim, since she was usually in with several 
of the 'popular' crowds, who are rarely known for 
accepting anything but vanilla relationships.

It started with rumors of Kim and me cheating on Sara 
with each other, but those rumors died down pretty 
fast, because, really, how cliché is that? If I was 
affectionate with Kim with Sara right there and Sara 
and I were still together, it didn't compute that Kim 
and I were cheating on Sara, so therefore we weren't.

Then came the incest rumors. Granted, it was actually 
true, but Sara and Kim went out of their way to avoid 
any hint they were lovers, and nothing I did or said 
made it plausible, either. That left only the people 
who'd been at the party at Jen's. Both Jen and Jason 
were out, which left Kit and his habit of saying 
things he shouldn't to people he knew not to.

Sara and I went to Jen first just to be sure, even 
though I was positive she had nothing to do with the 
rumors. The last class of the day for the three of us 
- Sara, Jen, and me - was a free period, so we went 
ahead and left for home. We caught Jen in the parking 
lot before she'd managed to sidle on out.

"What's up, oh great and esteemed purveyor of 
awesomely artistic talent that's sought campus wide?" 
she chimed as we walked up, leaning against her car 
door.

"I dunno," I said, laughing "but I think you could 
have thrown in something about being handsome and 
fantastic in bed in there while you were going over 
the top."

"Well, you're not really my taste for handsome, 
sorry, and great in bed..." She put a finger to her 
cheek and rolled her eyes up at the sky. "Yeah, I 
can't vouch for that. You've got Sara to blow up your 
ego for that one." She grinned and leaned into her 
car to grab something, emerging with a clutch of 
lollipops in one hand. She proffered them to a 
laughing Sara, who took one. I just shook my head 
when she thrust them my direction and she tossed them 
indifferently back into her car.

"Oh my god, you are ridiculous," Sara slurred around 
her candy.

"Keeps things interesting." She nodded and looked 
back at me. "What's up, Mr. Studly Muffin Man? You 
looking for a hot and thrilling night of studying 
calc with me? 'cause I'm booked solid if you're after 
a more typical date."

"No studying for me tonight, thankfully." I slid one 
arm going around Sara's waist and leaned her against 
me. "Actually just wondering if you know anything 
about where the rumors came from about Sara and Kim. 
We're thinking it may have been Kit."

"Wait. Seriously!?" She straightened and scanned the 
parking lot. "I am going to fucking kill him. Or at 
least kick his sorry ass to the curb." She took a 
deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let 
it out, giving us an inquisitive look. "But before I 
do that, what rumors? 'cause I haven't heard any, but 
you're more tuned in than I am, so that isn't saying 
much."

"I only know about one and really only because we 
were eating in the cafeteria the other day. Basically 
what I caught was something about her and Kim being 
such sluts that they've even been sleeping with each 
other since they were kids."

Jen crunched down on her candy and chewed the 
remnants off the paper stick while she thought, 
flicking the stick off into the parking lot once 
she'd cleaned it of sugar.

"I'll bitch at Kit when I see him tonight," she said 
at length. "If it was him who said something stupid 
and got that started... Well, let's just say you 
shouldn't expect me to be very happy for a while."

"But aren't all goths mopey and depressed all the 
time, so how could we even tell the difference?" Sara 
asked, obviously facetious.

"Cross my heart with stitches and poke my eye with 
black liner." Jen grinned and mimed doing just that. 
"Seriously, though, that's just stupid. I don't see 
where people even got that idea. So you taught your 
sister how to masturbate. Big deal. Kids do that sort 
of thing, and it's not like you still are, or that 
anyone who wasn't at the party would know about it."

Sara just shook her head, which, with us both knowing 
they actually were still fooling around with each 
other, got interpreted as a no-you're-wrong shake 
rather than one of agreement. Not that we pointed 
that out, of course. I suspect Jen had her suspicions 
about it, given some of what happened at the party, 
but she wouldn't openly voice them, let alone issue 
objections about it, even if she was sure she was 
right.

Jen went on tiptoe and peered in the direction of the 
school.

"Speak of the devil and there he is," she muttered, 
swaying around her door and slamming it shut. She 
raised her hands to her mouth and screamed across the 
lot as she stomped off, her boots making solid thuds 
with each step. "Hey, Kit! Get your ass over here!"

We turned to follow, but Jen waved us off, so we sat 
on the back bumper and waited. We watched Kit mime 
deafness to Jen's yelling across the lot at him to 
move his ass, but she was stalking across lanes 
faster than he was and caught him at row two, having 
started at seven. She pressed into him and forced him 
against the bed of an oversized and very clean 
pickup, setting her hands to either side of his head. 
We couldn't hear the conversation from where we were, 
of course, but it was longer than what I'd expected.

Jen waved our way a few times and eventually pulled 
away from Kit, and she crossed her arms and leaned 
against the sedan behind her while he talked. There 
was a lot of gesticulating and no context to go with 
it, so the only clue we had to the course of the 
discussion was Jen giving Kit a hug and kiss before 
starting back our way.

"It wasn't him," she said, shaking her head and 
leaning against her car's trunk beside us. "He wasn't 
lying about that, I can vouch, so I have no idea." 
She paused a moment before adding, "People are dumb."

"Did he have any ideas where it might have come 
from?" Sara asked, absently folding her lollipop 
stick in half one way and then the other. "I'm not 
bothered by it, but it is getting to Kim, and that 
does bother me."

"Not really. He said he first heard it a week or two 
ago. Far as he can figure, it's because you're not 
getting all jealous and pissy and throwing fits 
because Mike and Kim have been all lovey-dovey while 
you've been hanging out with them."

"Why would I be throwing fits about that? It's not 
like they're screwing each other behind my back or 
anything."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something 
stupid like, "We only do it while you're watching."

"Well, your friend isn't exactly the quiet sort," Jen 
commented dryly. "Nor are you, for that matter, 
Little Miss Screamer." She turned and poked Sara's 
shoulder, laughing. "And we all know Mike fooled 
around with both of you at the party. Your friend and 
you, I mean, not you and Kim. If that didn't bother 
you, I have a hard time believing you'd be bothered 
if him and Kim actually were screwing each other. 
Open relationship and all that jazz."

"I don't know that I'd call our relationship open," I 
said. "We're not all, "By the way, I'm off to so-and-
so's house for the night and we'll be having happy 
bunny sex. See you in the morning." Cindy's the only 
person we've fooled around with, and we all agreed to 
it beforehand."

"That and Kim likes the girls a lot more than she 
likes the guys," Sara added. "She wouldn't want to 
get Mike into bed with her, anyway."

"I don't have the bits she likes to play with."

Jen laughed and shoved away from her car, turning to 
face us and putting her hands on her hips, cocking 
her head to the side.

"With the way she was all over your friend, it was 
kind of obvious she likes to bat for the other team. 
Fine for her, but I like the dangly bits, myself."

"Which still leaves us with the rumor problem and 
what to do about it," I said, trying to get the 
conversation back on topic.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Jen shot her hand into the air and 
bounced enthusiastically. "I vote for fucking with 
their heads some more!"

"But how?" Sara's look was wary. "It's not going to 
involve doing anything stupid, is it?"

Jen scoffed, folding one hand delicately over her 
chest in mock exasperation.

"I'd never!" She laughed. "It would really depend 
what you two'd be ok doing, you know. Let's head to 
my place so we can figure this out! Now I'm all 
excited! This is so much better than studying the 
maths."

She scampered around her car with a maniacal witch 
cackle that got Sara giggling.

"You are fucking insane, girl," Sara said. "Oh my 
god."

"And I like it!" Jen shot back with a grin and a 
villain laugh before ducking into her car.



Chapter 2

We stopped to pick up some fast food Mexican on the 
way to Jen's. It wasn't impressive food, but it was 
edible and didn't make us sick, so it was generally 
considered a win. We flopped out in the living room, 
Jen plugging her new laptop into the stereo system to 
play her music.

"Taco!" she cried, sitting with a thud and sprawling 
her legs out, pulling out three from the bag. "Om nom 
nom!"

"What craziness do you have going on in your head 
this time?" I asked, munching through my nachos like 
I hadn't eaten in days. "I'm sure it'll be creative, 
if nothing else."

Jen just grinned and scarfed down a taco before 
saying anything.

"So good..."

She feigned rapture as Sara snorted.

"You didn't even taste it, woman," Sara said, 
snatching one of Jen's tacos and grinning. "Give it 
to someone who can appreciate the magnificence and 
give it the respect it deserves."

"Hey! My taco!" Jen flailed ineffectually after her 
stolen taco before sighing and grabbing another from 
the bag. "Fine. Taco stealing bitch. I'll get you 
back for that. Eventually. Maybe. If I remember."

"Uh huh. I'm shaking."

"With terrified trepidation, I hope."

"Or maybe hopeful enthusiasm."

She grinned and took a bite, Jen feigning horror.

"Now it's on, bitch. Just you wait and see. I'll... 
have Mike torture you!"

"Already am," I said, matter-of-fact.

Jen cocked her head to the side and looked at me.

"I... am almost afraid to ask, but I don't like 
unasked questions, so do tell."

"I lost a race with Cindy," Sara said, her face going 
red.

"A race, hm?" She leaned forward toward Sara. "Tell 
me more of this race that you lost. Unless it was a 
sex race, and then that's your thing."

"We were at her house for the night and they had us 
tied up, Mike and Aaron, Cindy's boyfriend, and were 
seeing which of us they could force more orgasms out 
of by a certain time."

"Oh really?" She leaned forward even more, her legs 
splaying further apart. "Forget what I just said 
about not telling me sex stuff. You were tied up and 
this interests me, yes it does. Bondage is the 
greatest thing ever. Details, I want them. How were 
you tied up? Where? What did they use? How did they 
use it? How long were you forced to cum?"

Sara went even redder, which I didn't think was 
possible, since she was already as red as I'd ever 
seen her. She looked at me with a pleading look and I 
just laughed.

"You're the one who opened this conversation, love," 
I said, shaking my head. "I just said I'm already 
torturing you, and it could have been left at that."

"Some protector he is," Jen scoffed, giving me a 
dismissive wave.

"If you put your hand down her pants right now, I'm 
sure she'd be pretty wet. Getting caught like that 
turns her on."

Sara just nodded and squeezed her legs together. Jen 
reached down to grab the taco she was almost, at this 
point, laying on, her legs spread almost 
perpendicular to her body. I'd known she was 
flexible, since I'd known her for so long, but I 
hadn't seen her do splits in years, so I'd forgotten 
just how flexible. I filed the information away for 
potential use later.

"So being on display gets you all hot and bothered, 
does it?" Jen inquired, taking a bite of her taco. "I 
definitely want to hear more about this race, then. I 
think I know what the torture is, since I know how 
Mike thinks after so long, but I want you to walk me 
there."

"I... damn it." Sara muttered as she squirmed. "I'm 
already desperate and this isn't going to help! I 
haven't cum since then!"

Jen just grinned and continued munching on her taco, 
waiting.

"If it makes you feel any better, I like being denied 
sometimes, too. I haven't cum in a week."

"Pft. I haven't cum in over two weeks, and I'm not 
done yet!" She squeezed her legs together even 
tighter, folding them under her. "I should have never 
agreed to the race, but Mike hadn't let me cum since 
the party, so I'd gone two weeks."

"Wicked awesome." Jen grinned and held a hand up to 
me, palm out for a high five, and I laughed. "That is 
totally the same thing I would have done if I were 
into girls. Guys are a lot harder to tease like that 
'cause they cum so damn easy. But you were telling me 
about this race. I want details, woman. Tell me 
everything. When did the fun start? You were at her 
place, I'm sure, 'cause of Mike living with 'rents, 
so did you just head on over or did you pick her up 
somewhere or what?"

Sara whimpered and gave me another pleading look. I 
just shook my head again and smiled, enjoying her 
squirming. She whined in resignation and leaned back 
against the couch, crossing her arms under her 
breasts and raising her legs to either side, planting 
her feet at shoulder width just in front of her ass.



Chapter 3

"We picked her up when she got off work," she 
started, "down at the Bull Horn. It was late, but I 
don't remember what time it was."

"About two in the morning," I said, dropping my empty 
nacho tray into the food bag that had become the 
trash. "We'd, ah, been watching movies."

"He means watching women masturbate and cum while I 
was tied up on his lap." She squeezed her elbows. 
"And orgasm compilations. Lots of those. At least he 
hasn't done that to me yet this time. I love watching 
people cum. Gets me soaked so fast it's not even 
funny."

"Were you naked when he had you tied up?" Jen asked, 
an eager look on her face, propping her chin on her 
hands and laying on her stomach now with her legs 
splayed off to either side. "And he still had his 
clothes on?"

"Not fully naked." She shook her head. "I had my 
stockings on, ones I just got from Victoria's Secret. 
They're black and come up to mid-thigh." She moved 
her hands and lay one leg down, indicating where. 
"With these sort of... I don't what they're called, 
but kind of tribal looking designs on them? You know 
the ones I'm talking about?"

"Ooh!" Jen moved more into a sitting position, her 
arms straight under her, though she still hadn't 
moved out of her splits position. "I know exactly 
what ones you're talking about. You have those? How 
do they feel? Do they stay up like they're supposed 
to? The last pair of stockings I got were crap, and I 
am so not happy with them."

"I don't know how well they stay up, honestly. 
They're kind of only a for-being-sexy thing, you 
know? But they feel amazing. So smooth. You need to 
go get them, even if you're only going to wear them 
with your lingerie. You'd love them."

"I'll have Jason give me some money to pick some up 
when he gets paid." She nodded and shoved herself up 
straight, swinging her legs forward and moving into a 
cross-legged position, propping herself on her knees 
to lean forward again. "So you were all hot and 
bothered watching movies with your stud muffin man. 
Please, go on."

"Um... I'm not sure how we ended up picking Cindy up 
from work, actually. I think she called us?" She 
looked to me for confirmation.

"It was Aaron who called us." I got to my knees and 
moved over to Sara, scooting her away from the couch 
so I could squeeze in behind her and lean her back 
against me, my arms around her waist. "He said he was 
busy or in the middle of something or something like 
that and couldn't leave it to pick her up without bad 
things happening. So we got her untied, dressed, and 
went to pick up Cindy."

"I know what you're planning to do sitting like that, 
mister," Sara scolded, grabbing my hands with hers 
and planting them under her arms. "I'm going to be 
hot and bothered enough as it is without your help."

"But you're not going to stop me from helping because 
you enjoy being teased."

I grinned and leaned down, taking her earlobe gently 
into my mouth and sucking on it. She purred, her head 
tilting to the side to give me better access, and I 
bit the side of her neck. She drew in a sharp breath 
and squeezed my hands.

"God damn it, Mike." She let out a long, shuddery 
sigh and butted the back of her head against my 
shoulder in frustration. "Stop knowing me so well."

"You know, I could add to being evil," Jen offered. 
"Since you've already seen me nekkid AND having sex, 
I have no reason to hide myself, and I am getting 
pretty antsy to have some orgasms of my own..."

"Oh, you wouldn't!" Sara exclaimed, struggling 
futilely now to get her hands free of mine. "That's 
not fair! This is the worst torture ever!"

Jen and I grinned at each other, and then she pulled 
her shirts off, leaving her almost naked from the 
waist up. Her bra was about as boring as they come, 
meant to be functional rather than attractive. It 
looked to be almost too small for her, which got me 
curious.

"What're you at now?" I nodded at her chest.

"These?" She looked down and squeezed her breasts. 
"They're back and forth between a small D and a big 
C. I really wish they'd make up their damn mind and 
choose one or the other, because I'm getting tired of 
never knowing what size bra I need to shop for. And 
no, they haven't grown since you saw them at the 
party."

"No, but I hadn't seen them for a while before that, 
so I was curious."

"Yes, well, there wasn't any reason for you to see 
them. You're like a brother to me, so showing them 
off to you is kind of boring."

"So what you're really saying is you have no problem 
being naked and fooling around in front of family."

She laughed and kissed at me, pulling ties and clips 
out of her hair so she could undo her braids.

"Only you and Jason." She glanced over her shoulder 
at the clock. "He should be home in about an hour, 
unless he has something going on." She turned back 
around, planting her hands on the floor behind her 
and popping her back. She rolled her shoulders and 
straightened up again, sighing. "That's better. Now I 
can move. So as I was saying, since I really enjoy 
being a tease and I'm really wanting to have myself 
some orgasms, I'm voting that this is the perfect 
opportunity for both."

I had to laugh, then leaned down and kissed the side 
of Sara's neck.

"I'm not going to stop you from putting on a show for 
us," I said once I'd gotten Sara's breathing up.

"I'm always expecting you to encourage me to do this 
sort of thing." She nodded at Sara, tilting her head 
to one side and pulling a braid out, leaving a black 
cascade of hair off one side of her head. "How long 
is she being denied?"

"Two months," Sara answered, pressing back into me. 
"I can't tell if I have the worst possible luck or 
the best with so many people teasing me."

"With how much you love being teased, definitely the 
best luck." I grinned against her cheek, kissing the 
corner of her mouth.

She hummed pleasantly and squeezed my hands, closing 
her eyes and leaning her head to the side as I kissed 
down her neck and bit along her throat.

"When did you two fool around, then?" she asked when 
I stopped, putting her attention back on Jen, who had 
finished with her hair and lost her bra so she could 
play with her nipples.

"It was a while ago," Jen said, tracing one of her 
nails around her areola to get her nipples hard. "We 
were 13 and 14? Or 12 and 13. Five or six years ago, 
anyway."

"We were in seventh grade, so 12 and 13." I released 
Sara's hands so I could gather her hair back, 
motioning for Jen to toss me one of her hair clips. 
"You were barely a B cup at that age and loved to 
flash me."

"You and Erik both," Jen laughed. "But only you two. 
I had a huge crush on Erik, so I wanted to show off 
for him, and I just liked showing off for you because 
we're besties. It's a shame Erik moved. I wanted him 
to be my first kiss."

"What? You're complaining that was with me? I'm 
hurt."

I put on a sad face and she laughed.

"Dude. Cut the crap. You've done stupid shit that 
pissed me off, but that's not one of them. We had fun 
and I definitely don't want to go back and tell 
myself, "You're being stupid if you do this." It's 
one of my favorite memories, if it must be known."

"Well that's good to know, at least. I wouldn't go 
back and tell myself no, either."

"So why didn't you two get together then?" Sara 
asked, sliding her legs out straight in front of her, 
her horniness obviously fading. She'd have kept them 
up otherwise.

Jen shrugged, unzipping her boots and pulling them 
off before lying back and flipping her skirt up so 
she could hook her thumbs into her hose. She lifted 
her ass and shoved them and her panties down before 
sitting back up to work them the rest of the way off.

"I didn't want to. I had a huge crush on Erik, like 
super fan girl huge, so Mike was just my best 
friend."

"Did you want to, Mike?" Sara asked me, turning her 
head toward me.

"Yeah, but there were a lot of girls in my grade that 
I wanted. I just wasn't interested in any of them 
enough to go after them. Jen was my only girl friend 
at the time, really."

"I don't get it. How'd you end up fooling around, 
then?"

"We were wrestling," Jen said, followed by a short 
laugh. "We lived next door to each other and his dad 
had a big workout mat in their garage. I think we 
were pretending to be Superwoman and the Hulk or 
something, and he kept going after my boobs."

"You never said I couldn't." I laughed, dropping my 
hands down to run my fingers along Sara's thighs. She 
spread her legs to give me better access and I gave 
them a good squeeze before continuing my stroking. 
"You'd been showing them off to me so much I figured 
you wanted me to, and you didn't stop me. Once I had 
you on your back and was sitting on you, you wouldn't 
let me not grope you."

"Dude. It felt good. They were new and fun for me to 
play with when I masturbated each night." She gave 
her breasts a hard squeeze to emphasize and let out a 
heavy breath, pinching her nipples. "It would've been 
like you stopping me when I was playing with your 
dick. Not gonna happen."

"Fair enough. I'll consider this argument a draw, but 
the next one, you better watch out. I will totally 
win that one."

She laughed and scooted back to lean against the door 
of the entertainment center, closing her eyes while 
playing with her breasts.

"So you were wrestling and it got sexual?"

Jen hummed a yes, pinching hard on both her nipples 
and twisting and pulling them.

"Erik moved a few weeks after Mike and I started 
doing our super hero wrestling, so I think that had 
something to do with it. I got the attention from him 
I wanted and then some. We got a lot of each other's 
firsts. First kiss. First grope. First orgasm by 
someone else. First time someone had sucked my 
nipples or pulled my hair. That nipple sucking... oh 
god. I'd never felt anything so amazing."

She pulled in a deep breath as she pinched her 
nipples even harder, moaning louder. Sara pulled her 
legs back up to plant her feet flat on the floor 
again, watching Jen getting her going again. I slid 
my fingers along her thighs to her pussy, stroking 
her lightly through her pants and making her draw in 
a slow breath and spread her legs more.

"First intentional teasing. First blue balls. First 
masturbating in front of someone else. First oral 
from you. I never was able to do that to you."

"We got caught before we could do that," Jen said 
distractedly, shaking her head and drawing in a sharp 
breath as she pinched with the sides of her nails. 
She exhaled a hum, opening her eyes and looking at 
me. "That was fucking terrifying. I'd never seen your 
mom so mad. I thought she was going to kill us. It 
still scares me how she went off."

"Yeah," I agreed, drawing it out. "I'm pretty sure 
she would have if she'd walked in ten minutes later. 
It's good she only caught us kissing after I'd gotten 
you topless."

"Shit. I never thought of that. We got so lucky with 
that." She drew her nails lightly across her chest 
and upper arms, quiet a moment. "Thinking about it 
now, it does seem kind of strange we didn't get 
together."

"Well, getting grounded from each other for half a 
year outside of school probably had something to do 
with it."

"Good point. Good point indeed. You win this round, 
mister."

"I did say I would."

I grinned as she laughed and returned her hands to 
her breasts, massaging them.



Chapter 4

"But that's all old news," she averred, scooting 
herself forward and planting her feet to mirror Sara, 
except she had only her skirt left and Sara was still 
fully dressed. "I want to hear about you, Sara dear. 
Tell me about your night at Cindy's and help me cum. 
Tell me everything."

She grabbed both her breasts and lowered her mouth to 
each of her nipples, never taking her eyes from Sara. 
I cupped my hand between her legs and squeezed her 
pussy through her pants, making her catch her breath. 
I felt a damp spot and squeezed again, harder, and 
was rewarded with a small moan.

"How about we make this more fun and we all lose our 
clothes?" I said, undoing Sara's pants.

"Too easy," Jen countered, pulling her skirt up and 
rolling it under the hem so it would stay put, 
revealing her sparsely haired, unshaved pussy. "I'm 
in the mood for more of a challenge than just getting 
naked all at once. You can get naked, but I want Sara 
to keep her clothes on."

"Why's that?"

"Because I want her to take off one piece of clothing 
every time I'm able to cum. Shoes and socks count as 
one each, so that means..." She paused and counted 
silently. "That makes eight orgasms for me. So if we 
do it that way, I get to have the orgasms I need, she 
gets all hot and bothered without being able to cum, 
and if she's not naked by the end, means she didn't 
pass the challenge and you can punish her with more 
teasing."

"So not fair," Sara said, but pointedly didn't 
disagree. "And it's ten orgasms." She lifted her 
shirt to reveal another beneath it. "And I'm wearing 
hose because these pants itch."

"I accept this challenge," I agreed, giving Sara's 
breasts a good squeeze before pulling my shirt off 
and dropping it on the floor. "But only on the 
condition that you're not allowed to use any toys to 
get off."

Jen hummed and pondered, watching as I stood and 
stripped off the rest of my clothes.

"Your meta game impresses me, my good sir," Jen said, 
giving a solemn nod. "I think the most I've ever 
managed to squeeze out of this pussy of mine without 
toys is six, or maybe seven, and that was after two 
weeks of playing every day without cumming, and I 
haven't been doing that this time. I accept your 
conditions, but I need a towel before we start 
because I will make a puddle."

She clambered to her feet, shoved her skirt down and 
off, and then padded down the hall, Sara and I 
watching her ass as she went. She looked surprisingly 
good naked, which I'd been too drunk and distracted 
to really appreciate at the party, and which was 
entirely obscured by the clothing she usually wore.

"She looks really good," Sara said, voice low.

"Yeah she does," I agreed, returning my hands to her 
breasts and massaging them slowly. She purred and 
leaned back against me.

"I didn't think she would," she continued. "Not a lot 
of people do, with weird rolls and stuff everywhere. 
I didn't really look at her at the party because I 
was too horny for you, so I didn't notice. Shame 
she's straight."

"I think there will be plenty of chances to see if 
she's willing to experiment."

Sara wasn't able to continue the conversation, Jen 
returning and holding a towel behind her back, a 
mischievous look on her face.

"Jason got this made for me a year or two ago by one 
of his friends. You will laugh, I say. It is the 
single most awesome thing anyone has ever gotten or 
made for me."

"Let's see it, then," I said, finding Sara's nipples 
and giving them a pinch through her shirts and bra.

With a flourish, she unfurled the towel, letting it 
drape in front of her. On it were two sock puppets, 
one black and the other white, and both decked out 
like gangsta pimps. I burst out laughing when I saw 
it and Jen grinned, giggling uncontrollably. Sara 
just looked confused.

"It's characters from Sifl and Olly," Jen explained. 
"Stupid awesome show on MTV a few years ago."

"Orgasm and G-Spot! Best interviews they ever did."

That was all I managed before starting laughing 
again, and Jen clutched the towel to her chest, 
bouncing and grinning stupidly.

"I told you it was the most awesome thing ever!" She 
giggled and jumped back to her spot in front of the 
entertainment center. "It's the only towel I use when 
I need one for this. It's just so fucking 
appropriate."

She laughed and dropped the now folded towel, then 
settled on top of it, her hand immediately going 
between her spread legs and her fingers starting on 
her clit.

"I don't get it," Sara said once I'd caught my 
breath.

"I'll show you later," Jen breathed, her focus 
shifting to her fingers. "I seriously need to cum 
right now, though, so pick something to take off."

She spread her pussy lips and dipped a pair of 
fingers into herself, pulling her wetness up to her 
clit and dropping her head back as her fingers moved 
in a blur. Her other hand went to her breasts and 
mauled at them, random "yes's and "oh god's coming 
out of her as she rose toward orgasm. It didn't take 
her long - not even a minute - and then her legs were 
quaking and she slammed her head back against the 
entertainment center, moaning with each wave of her 
orgasm and holding her pussy lips wide so we could 
watch her pussy and asshole clench and spasm.

Sara shoved one of my hands down her pants, then 
grabbed the bottom of one of her shirts and pulled it 
off. Jen opened her eyes to look at us, catching her 
breath but still working her fingers on her clit. I 
circled my fingers slowly on Sara's and Jen nodded 
before closing her eyes again, settling back and her 
hand going back into a blur. It took her a little 
longer to reach her second orgasm - two minutes 
instead of one - and she grabbed one of her breasts 
to bite and suck her nipple when it hit, holding her 
pussy open again while it spasmed even harder and 
longer than her first. She twitched with the 
aftershocks, catching her breath. Sara's own 
breathing was growing ragged while she fought her own 
orgasm.

I stopped my fingers, Sara moaning in frustration and 
gripping hard on my arm and hand. She grabbed her 
second shirt and jerked it off, her hands going to 
her breasts and sliding underneath her bra to squeeze 
on them directly.

"That's two." Jen hummed, dipping a pair of fingers 
into her pussy and working them against her g-spot. 
"You'll need to start telling me about your night if 
you want to get ten out of me, and that's already 
going to be hard for you."

"She has me for hard things," I said, and Sara hummed 
agreement.

"Very hard," she said, reaching back between us to 
squeeze my cock. "That should be in me. I really need 
you fucking me right now. You have no idea."

"Maybe it will be if you're able to get naked 
enough," I said in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Will I be able to cum?" she begged, squeezing my 
cock again and jerking on it.

"We'll see. Right now, you have incentive to get 
naked if you want me in you."

She let out a disappointed moan and then gasped as I 
shoved my hand back down her pants to get my fingers 
back on her clit.

"I've never watched another woman get denied," Jen 
admitted. "It's actually kinda hot. Do it again."

I grinned and pulled Sara's arms behind her back, 
holding them at her elbows with my free arm and 
pushing her chest out to make her breasts more 
prominent. I started my fingers moving faster on her 
clit and she started shaking almost immediately, 
screwing her eyes shut and whimpering loudly through 
gritted teeth as she held herself back. I watched Jen 
while I kept the other half of my attention on Sara 
to make sure I didn't push her too far and make her 
cum, and Jen's fingers went into a blur again, her 
eyes locked on us. I shifted my hand and pinched as 
hard as I could on Sara's clit, making her gasp 
sharply and open her eyes wide in shock at the sudden 
change, her orgasm stopped instantly and held right 
at the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted heavily, fighting 
against squirming to avoid me losing my grip and her 
losing her ability to hold her orgasm with it. She 
was shaking violently, watching Jen arching up and 
gasping out a "yes" every time she slammed her 
fingers into herself, shoving herself into a third 
orgasm. A clear line of her juices trickled between 
her ass cheeks and dripped in a long stream onto the 
towel beneath her before she settled back, breathing 
heavily.

Sara was shaking and whimpering, still holding her 
orgasm because of my grip on her clit, when Jen 
opened her eyes again a minute later. She watched 
Sara drop slowly away from the edge with rapt 
attention, her breath trembling the whole time. I 
gradually eased my squeeze on her clit, leaving her 
shuddering and breathing hard, and I released her 
arms and pulled my hand from her pants to let her 
rest.

"Three down, seven to go," Jen purred, still stroking 
on her clit and sucking her fingers into her mouth. 
"You're a lot more fun to watch being denied than a 
guy is, for sure, but I don't know how many more I 
can have without toys. These have been pretty 
intense."

"All seven that you have left?" Sara asked hopefully, 
leaning forward to pull off one of her shoes.

"Only way to find out is to start telling me about 
your night." Jen grinned and lifted her other hand to 
suck her fingers clean. "We keep getting distracted 
from that, so no more distractions. I think I can 
manage two more if I do it fast, and after that it's 
going to start getting hard to have more."

"Where did I leave off?"

"We'd just left to pick up Cindy," I said, slipping 
my hands into her bra to cup her breasts, giving them 
a good squeeze and playing with her nipples. She 
moaned and settled against me, laying her head on my 
shoulder.

"This isn't going to be easy to tell with you playing 
with me, you know."

"You've done it before." I grinned against her throat 
and bit softly, causing her to draw in a sharp breath 
and arch into my hands. "No reason you can't do it 
this time, either."

"I hadn't been teased and denied for almost a month 
already last time!"

"Less talk, more story and teasing," Jen demanded. "I 
still have some orgasms stored up that I need to have 
before I go crazy."

"All of you are going to be the death of me with all 
this teasing and not letting me cum."

"It won't kill you," I said, biting at the side of 
her throat again. "Just make you even more crazy 
horny than you already are."

"I don't know if that's a good thing." She moaned, 
tilting her head even more to the side as I continued 
my nibbling and playing with her nipples, her 
breathing getting heavier again. "My pants are so 
soaked now..."

"If you help me get some more orgasms, you won't have 
to worry about soaking your pants anymore," Jen 
suggested, pinching her clit lightly and working her 
fingers up and down on it. "Hint, hint, nudge, 
nudge."

"Uh huh... Just... let me focus a second." She gasped 
sharply and jerked in surprise as I pinched hard on 
her nipples, letting her know her second was up and 
causing her to squeeze her legs together. "Oh fuck. 
Wow. Ok." She pulled in a deep breath and pressed 
back against me more snugly, covering my hands with 
hers, though she didn't stop me from playing with her 
nipples.

"So we went to pick Cindy up from work. I had my 
usual clothes with me, and I didn't think we were 
going to end up fooling around, so I did have my bra 
and panties on."



Chapter 5

By the time Sara had finished, Jen had managed only 
eight orgasms, giving up on her ninth when she hadn't 
reached it after five minutes of furiously fingering 
herself. She flopped against the entertainment center 
and sucked on her fingers, shaking her head and 
panting and her legs splayed out in front of her, her 
towel visibly soaked, her body sheened with sweat, 
and her hair damp clumps.

This left Sara not fully naked, and she stared at her 
hose and panties with trepidation, fidgeting her toes 
at each other.

"That," Jen proclaimed when she had enough breath to 
talk, "was the most fun I've had since our party. I'm 
not into women, but I really think I'd have a lot of 
fun topping you."

Sara smiled and blushed, still fussing at her toes.

"I tried," she said quietly. "I really, really did."

"I think she did quite well," I said, pulling Sara up 
against me and leaning over her shoulder, turning her 
face to mine and giving her a slow kiss before 
turning back to Jen. "I was betting on you only 
getting six or seven. And it was damn hot being able 
to watch you again." I shifted my attention back to 
Sara and gave her another kiss, biting at her lip. 
"If it weren't for your extra shirt and the 
pantyhose, you'd have won."

Jen hummed and smiled, looking down at herself and 
tracing her fingers lightly over the marks she'd left 
on her breasts and her thighs and her pussy.

"I like my body a lot more now than I did then. I've 
filled out exactly like I wanted to. I don't think a 
lot of women can say that and mean it." She cupped 
her breasts and lifted them before letting them drop 
back. "Except for the stupid C or D thing with these 
fat bags, anyway. But yeah." She turned her attention 
back to Sara. "You did a really good job. Flying 
colors and spiffy rainbows and perfume farts and 
stuff like that. I didn't think I'd be able to get 
that many, either. I still want more, but that's 
definitely the most times I've cum with just my 
fingers in such a short a time."

Sara beamed and gave a small bounce, slipping a hand 
behind her back to take hold of my still hard cock. 
She gave it a good tug before turning around and 
pulling my legs straight so she could straddle me.

"I need you so bad right now," she leaned in and 
whispered in my ear, plaintive and begging and 
tugging hard on my cock. "I can't hold back any more 
after what we just did. I'm going to cum if you're 
going to fuck me. Please. I need you more than 
anything right now. Please. Please. Take me and claim 
me and own me and fuck me until I'm stupid and 
senseless and then keep fucking me. I need it. Need 
you."

"Can you be quiet?" I asked, teasing.

"You know damn well I can't," she snorted, smacking 
my chest. "I don't want-"

I didn't let her finish, grabbing the back of her 
neck and pulling her in for a hard, deep kiss, and 
she immediately molded herself against me, clutching 
her arms tight around my shoulders. I shifted 
sideways and picked her up as I rolled with her, 
ending up on top of her and locking her in a kiss 
again, one hand between us and shoving half 
effectively at her hose and panties to get them out 
of the way. I had to pull back to do it properly, 
pulling them down to her knees and then grabbing her 
bra to tie her hands behind her knees.

"Hey!" Jen exclaimed, smacking one hand on the floor. 
"This wasn't part of the arrangement!"

I ignored her and just drove hard into Sara, who 
gasped and squeaked out an "oh fuck" before I started 
fucking her. She'd already been tensed and on the 
verge when I'd plunged into her, and two strokes was 
all it took before she erupted, bucking up beneath 
me, and I had to use my weight to hold her still 
enough I could stay inside her, her whole body 
convulsing as she came so hard she almost pushed me 
out every time her pussy clamped down. I didn't wait 
for her first orgasm to fade before I started fucking 
her again, digging my fingers into her breasts to 
hold her in place.

I was vaguely aware of Jen playing with herself again 
beside us, but I kept my focus on Sara. It didn't 
take her long to roll into another orgasm, not as 
overwhelming but no less difficult to ride through, 
and I held deep in her until it had only half passed 
before fucking her hard and fast again, almost at my 
own peak. We reached that one together, her body 
shivering and her voice starting to crack, and I 
settled my weight on her to bite down hard on the 
side of her neck, enough it would bruise almost 
immediately. She shook and twitched under and around 
me as we both caught our breath, and she panted and 
rode through aftershocks for I don't know how long.



Chapter 6

"Hey, Jas," I heard from Jen a minute or two later, 
sounding sheepish. "We, um... kinda... carried away?"

"This was the last thing I expected when I got home," 
from Jason, and I lifted away from Sara.

"Stay..." Sara croaked at me, her eyes closed. "Don't 
leave me. Need you."

"I'm not going anywhere, but we do need to get up."

She groaned a protest and shook her head, trying to 
move her tied hands to grab me.

"Stay... Can't let you go..."

"Looks like you broke her brain, man," Jason said. 
"Both of you did, by the looks of it. You did a good 
job of soaking your towel."

"Mike got a kick out of it," Jen said, sitting up and 
groaning as her back popped.

"Looks like you all did, and you didn't save any of 
the fun until I got home." He laughed and took Jen's 
hand, hauling her to her feet. "I hate you all, and I 
mean that in the nicest possible way. Now go get 
yourself showered and cleaned up, wench. Or maybe you 
two should go first so Jen can clean up your puddle."

"Nope!" Jen said, snatching up her towel with a 
theatrical bow. "Mikey made her make that mess, so 
they can clean it. I'm out!" She saluted and bobbed 
down the hall to the bathroom.

"Not moving," Sara muttered, shaking her head again. 
"Need my lover. And I'm tied up."

"I could always get my hole gun and attach chains to 
your nipples if that what it takes."

That got Sara's attention, and she forced her eyes to 
focus while I untied her.

"You do piercings, too?"

"Anywhere you might want them, even if it's somewhere 
as boring as your ears. I even know some fun ones, 
like a VCH."

"What's that?"

"Vertical clitoral hood. It's strictly a ladies-only 
sort of piercing, if the name didn't make that 
obvious. Not all women are able to have it done, but 
if you can and it's done right, it's basically four 
or five millimeters of eighteen gauge party right on 
your clit."

"I like that idea," Sara purred, running her hands 
along my upper arms. "Would I be able to get one?"

"If Mike doesn't mind me playing with your happy 
button and poking at it with measuring instruments, I 
can let you know."

Sara purred and said, "I like that idea, too," and I 
laughed.

"Man, we had a threesome last time we were over and 
I'm going to say it's a problem now? What've you been 
smoking?"

Jason laughed himself and prodded at my back once I'd 
helped Sara climb to her feet, goading us toward the 
shower.

"I don't need to smoke a damn thing with some of the 
people I get in at work. Contact high just having 
them walk by the shop front. Hoo!" He gave my ass a 
smack. "I'll mix up some cleaning stuff so you can 
take care of that puddle you made," he called back to 
us as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Sara stuck her tongue out at me and slipped her 
fingers through mine.

"Do you think Jen will let us join her?" she asked, 
pulling her hose and panties off before we started 
down the hall.

"Only one way to find out."



Chapter 7

"I still think rumors are made by idiots," Jen said, 
sitting on the other end of the couch from us, me 
leaning over and cleaning out the wet spot Sara had 
left.

She hadn't let us join her in the shower, but she 
hadn't bitched us out of the bathroom, either, so we 
still considered it a win, and she'd stayed and 
chatted while we took our own, which was another win.

"I'm not at all complaining about the fun we just 
had, but your rumor problem was the whole point of 
you coming over in the first place."

"Damn it, woman," Jason said once he'd finished 
ordering pizza. "What am I missing now?"

"Just some stupid school drama," I said, and filled 
him in about the incest rumors.

"That's all?" he asked when I was done. "Shit, son. 
You wanna fuck with their heads, you done come to the 
right fucking place."

He pointed at Sara and me. "You two, break up."

He pointed at me. "You, get together with Kim."

He pointed at Sara and Jen. "You two get together and 
go crazy on each other with the necking and groping 
and shit."

He held a hand out flat at Jen. "Shut up, wench, and 
let me finish." He motioned at each of us. "This'll 
only be a week or two, and you have to be sure it's 
where they can see you at school. If you two break up 
and you get together with Kim, they'll think they're 
right. They'll smirk at each other and feel all 
superior."

He pointed at me. "Kim likes the women, and that 
isn't hard to miss, so you getting together with her 
will fuck their heads. You do what you always do when 
you're hanging with her in school, whatever that is, 
but you should get seen at least once or twice with 
your tongue down her throat."

He pointed at Sara and Jen next, shifting his 
attention between them. "You two get with each other 
and they'll be all WTF, 'cause you are completely not 
each other's type, Jen is not into women at all, and 
I don't think Sara's given anyone reason to think she 
is, either."

"What about Kit?" Jen asked, holding up a finger and 
looking as if she'd just unraveled the whole 
proposition. "I'm not breaking up with him just for 
some idiots in school."

Jason shrugged.

"You won't. You'll be having crazy mad threesomes 
with Sara, but mostly just twosomes with her. And 
then!" He smacked his palms on the arms of the 
recliner. "And this is the part that will really fuck 
with them, so you better do it right: At the end of 
the two weeks, you go back to how things are now as 
if nothing happened."

Sara and Jen just stared at each other, thinking I 
don't know what. The whole thing wouldn't have much, 
if any, impact on Sara and I as far as our 
relationship went, since we were already tightly knit 
with Kim, but throwing Sara and Jen together could 
get weird real fast, even considering the things we'd 
already done. Being free and open with each other 
with sexual stuff when you were only involved as a 
voyeur was alright, but Jen was definitely not 
interested in women, which made it unlikely the 
interest for more from Sara and me would lead 
anywhere. I didn't know how sharing Sara with her, 
even just for theater, would affect our own 
relationship. There was attraction, certainly, but it 
wasn't the I-want-to-fuck-your-brains-out sort of 
attraction, if that makes any sense.

"Kim and I would manage that just fine, I think," I 
said, looking at Jen. "It's on Jen and Sara if they 
could do their part of that."

"You know I could," Sara said, giving me a gentle 
elbow to my stomach in annoyance. "I like fooling 
around with women as much as I do with men. But you 
and Jen have this weird dynamic going on, and I don't 
know how doing what Jason says would change that."

"So it's all me now?" Jen snorted. "The only thing 
Mike and I have going on is best friends. We haven't 
been sexual with each other for years until today, 
and I don't think that really counts. I'm still not 
sure how that ended up happening."

"We were all horny," I said, giving Sara's breasts a 
good squeeze. "Duh."

"Brilliant! Mike wins the Obvious Contest!"

"Reigning champion, baby."

She laughed and threw a pillow at me, which both Sara 
and I blocked.

"You're ok letting me have Sara for two weeks, both 
of you?" she asked, serious again. "'cause even just 
thinking about it is seriously weird. I mean, I have 
the same sort of relationship with Kit that you two 
have, but I don't know a fucking thing about power 
dynamics between couples. Are we going to treat this 
like a lending of a possession or a contract or 
what?"

That was a good question, and I turned to look at 
Sara, because I didn't know, either. I'd never 
considered her a possession or an inferior, but 
rather an equal. I just happened to be the one who 
topped when it came to sex.

Well, Kim and me, anyway, which, thinking about it, 
may have been part of the problem with her, since we 
didn't understand that's what we were doing with 
Sara. I made a note to talk with her about it next 
time I had time with her.

"What're your thoughts, love? You have just as much 
say about this. What do you want to do?"

She took a minute to think, shaking her head a bit.

"Y'all do know that's just one option, right?" Jason 
asked, bemused, getting up to answer the knock on the 
door, and then peering back around the corner a few 
seconds later. "Hey, wench. Toss me my wallet. The 
pizza god smiles upon us this day." He ducked as Jen 
threw his wallet at his head. "Much appreciated!"

He set the pizzas in the middle of the floor and 
wandered into the kitchen, returning to hand out 
plates.

"I don't know, honestly," Sara said, sliding a slice 
of each onto her plate. "The idea kind of scares me. 
I mean, yeah, Aaron completely took charge of me that 
one night, but Mike was right there and I knew he was 
still the one in control of what happened to me, so I 
was ok. It didn't matter what Aaron did to me because 
I knew Mike would stop it if I was giving any sign I 
wasn't ok. But this isn't the same. I wouldn't have 
him with me, and I know you two are best friends and 
you have pretty much the same approach to all this 
sort of thing, so I know you wouldn't hurt me and 
you'd stop when I wasn't ok with things, but the 
trust isn't there. Does that make sense?"

"So climbing all over me during the party means you 
don't trust me?" Jen laughed, and Sara blinked and 
shook her head.

"No. That was different. You weren't topping, so we 
were on equal ground."

"Woman," Jen snapped, leaning forward and continuing 
in a more level tone. "I will never treat you like we 
aren't equal. Ever. I know I'm a quirky bitch and I 
really hate it when people are stupid, but I will 
always want your input if we're doing any sort of sex 
play. I don't want you upset. If you're upset, Mike 
and I both get upset, and we're landing ourselves in 
a big snobby circle jerk of stupid."

"Now there's a mental image for you." Jason laughed, 
settling back in the recliner with half a pizza. 
"Bunch of goths with runny eye liner standing around 
sobbing while they jerk off. Man."

He shook his head and took a bite before going on. 
"Y'all are also nucking futs. If you're doing what I 
said, it's only when you're in school. Sara drives 
off with Jen and Mike drives off with Kim, but Sara 
ends up at Mike's or at home with Kim. C'mon, people. 
There's no power swap going on here at all." He 
pointed his pizza slice at me and Sara and nodded at 
us. "I know you two scheduled a lot of your classes 
together, so you see each other all the time when 
you're in school, but how often do you see Jen or Kim 
or Kit? Probably not a lot, am I right?"

"Stop being brilliant, bitch," Jen huffed in mock 
hurt. "Maybe we like arguing."

"Ha! And I'm a trillionaire. You know I'm right. Just 
admit it."

"Bah. Fine. You're right. And I suppose now you're 
going to tell me to get over my not being into women 
and just get on with sucking Sara's tongue down my 
throat?"

"Something like that, yeah." He laughed and grinned. 
"I know you'll see the light if I keep beating you 
over the head with it."

Jen snorted and straightened up, like a cat getting 
all haughty.

"Playing with my own body is quite enough woman for 
me, thank you. And I get all the pleasure that way, 
too, so it's all win for me."

"Just like you were when I got home?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed, 
settling back against the couch and finishing off a 
slice of her pizza. Sara would have been blushing 
uncontrollably if banter like that were directed at 
her.

"What was that about, anyway? Inform my mind, wench. 
It's been a long time since you did anything like 
that with Mike and his mom about killed the both of 
you last time. Seemed like you'd gotten it out of 
your system."

She shrugged and folded her other slice of pizza in 
half before taking a bite.

"I'd been in the mood for denying myself," she said 
around her food, "so I'd gone a week without cumming, 
so I was horny. Sara brought up the magic words of 
bondage and forced orgasms, and we went from there."

"And I saw no toys when I walked in," Jason mused, 
stroking his goatee. "Which means you're still horny 
after that much t and d."

"When am I not horny, Jas? Seriously."

"Must be why we get along so swimmingly."

"There's a room just down the hall for the two of 
you," Sara said, shifting to give my hand more direct 
access between her legs.

"Touché, girl," Jason said, raising the last of his 
pizza in a salute. "Touché. It'll get some use later 
tonight, I'm sure."

Jen rolled her eyes and kicked at Jason, missing by 
miles.

"Please. I don't care if you see me naked. It's not 
like you haven't seen tits and pussy before, but 
you're going to have to work a lot harder for the 
incest kink. Fuck me running."

Jason heaved a theatrical sigh and slumped like a 
lost puppy, mock sobbing.

"Oh, thou hurtest so my shriveled and blackened 
heart!" he proclaimed, clutching at his chest and 
extending one hand toward Jen, a soulful look on his 
face. "With thy rejections of my amorous professions 
and thy... thy... Oh, fuck it. I never was good at 
Shakespeare." He waved his hand dismissively at Jen 
and grabbed another slice of pizza. "If you were 
loud, I'd have to figure out better ways of keeping 
you quiet."

Despite the personalities being about as different as 
they could possibly get, something about the exchange 
struck me as a mirror of what Sara and Kim did, 
evading any outright denial of their involvement with 
each other. Jen caught my look and gave me a small 
nod, which I wasn't sure was meant as affirmation or 
denial or something else entirely. I'd have to try to 
remember to ask about it later.

"Fucking hell," Sara laughed, shaking her head. "I 
see where Jen gets her eccentricity, at least."

"You're not allowed to be a tattooist if you're not 
eccentric," Jason said around his pizza. "True fact, 
girl. I can show you where it's not in the rules and 
regs."

"No need. I'll take your word on that."

"That's good, because I don't know where it is in the 
rules and regs, either."



Chapter 8

I didn't have a chance to talk with Jen alone before 
we left, but there was always later. We wouldn't have 
been staying much longer, anyway, since she had calc 
to study. We had no studying that needed doing, so we 
kidnapped Kim to take her out with us for the 
evening. Having already eaten, we weren't hungry, so 
we just munched on fries while Kim devoured her meal 
and we told her about what we'd talked about at 
Jen's. I sat next to her after placing her by the 
window so she couldn't slide out and disappear, and 
Sara sat across from us.

"I love you, Mr. Man," she said around a mouthful of 
chicken, stabbing another piece with her fork, "but 
that's the dumbest thing I've ever been asked to do. 
Like, kindergarten dumb. And besides, it wouldn't 
work. They're just going to think we're stupid if we 
do all that." She prodded her impaled chicken at me 
and glared. "And we are not EVER going to share Sara 
like that. Fuck the power coupling or whatever it was 
you called it. That isn't loving her like she should 
be."

"Kim," Sara started, and Kim stabbed her chicken at 
her and gave her a glare, as well.

"No. I've told you I don't like you doing that and 
why it bothers me. I know I'm not as smart as you are 
about some things, but I'm not stupid. You know how I 
get whenever you've fooled around with someone I 
don't know. I-" She cut herself short and focused her 
attention on her plate of food, just staring at it 
while she gathered herself before continuing more 
calmly. "This isn't something I want to talk about 
here. Once we're home or at Mike's or even Cindy's, 
but not here."

"We weren't planning on talking about that here, 
anyway," I said, snagging one of her fries. "Mostly 
we just wanted to hang out and see what you thought 
about Jason's idea."

"It's a dumb idea is what it is. Really, really dumb. 
The thing about Sara and Jen getting together is 
kinda smart, 'cause that would kinda screw with them, 
but the rest is just dumb. Anyone who's going on 
about the stupid rumors you shouldn't take seriously, 
anyway, so I don't see what the big deal is. Most of 
them don't care."

"So why were you saying it bothers you that they're 
going on about us sleeping together?" Sara asked, 
propping her head against her hand as Kim stuffed her 
mouth.

"Because it does bother me," Kim said once she'd 
downed her bite. "I don't want people thinking we are 
because it could lead to a lot of bad things for us, 
but more for me, 'cause I'm not hiding I'm les as 
much as I used to. If you want to worry about stuff 
that bothers me, worry about that, ok? A lot of 
people still don't like people being gay, even if I 
do like women and people are more ok with that than 
if it's guys being gay."

"I do worry about it, hon, believe me. I just haven't 
said anything about it because you haven't been 
letting people know. Do you want us to start getting 
active about that?"

"I don't know. I don't know what you could even do, 
other than that thing where you stick up for me if 
people are being stupid about me liking girls."

"That's why we're here talking about it," I said, 
sliding an arm around her shoulders and leaning her 
against me for a hug. "We'll support you whatever 
happens."

"I know you will," she said, eying both the honey 
mustard dip and the bbq sauce for her last bite of 
chicken before dipping it in both. "I've never 
thought you wouldn't."

She spun her chicken slowly, mixing the sauces and 
keeping them from dripping everywhere, then opened 
her mouth wide and chomped down on it with a 
theatrical snorfing sound. Sara just shook her head, 
an amused smile on her face as she watched Kim circle 
a hand on her stomach. Kim turned to me and grabbed 
my face, pulling me toward her to spend a minute 
giving me a mouthful of her tongue. She grinned when 
she moved back, clapping her hands together.

"Can I get dessert, too?" she asked, bouncing with 
excitement. "I really, really, really, really want a 
sundae! Or a banana split! Definitely a banana split. 
That sounds so awesome right now! With chocolate and 
caramel and salty peanuts and oh my god yum!"

I laughed and dragged her back across the seat to 
hold her against me.

"If I get another kiss like that you can," I told 
her, grinning.

"Jeez, Mr. Man. Is that all you ever think about?"

"Yes," Sara said before I could open my mouth, and 
she lifted her hands above her head to adjust a halo 
I knew she didn't have.

"Bah! Fiiiiiiiine. You can have another kiss, but I 
better get that banana split!"

She poked me hard in the chest before raising her 
arms around my neck, moving in next to my ear to 
whisper to me.

"It's still weird kissing you serious like," she 
admitted, then pulled back to meet my mouth with 
hers.

I brought one hand up and cupped it against her cheek 
as we kissed, a slow one this time, a parting of lips 
and a teasing dance of tongues against each other. 
She licked her lips when we parted and we looked at 
each other, her giving me an uncertain look. I leaned 
in to her ear and gave her a whisper of my own.

"Weird or not, I like being able to kiss you."

I felt her smile and I took the opportunity to gently 
grab her earlobe with my teeth and suck on it, making 
her draw in a breath and jerk away in surprise, her 
hand shooting up to her ear and rubbing it 
vigorously. She shivered, scrunching up her face at 
me.

"Holy crap that felt weird!" She stuck her tongue out 
at me. "I've done my half of the deal, Mr. Man. You 
owe me a banana split!"



Chapter 9

We went somewhere else for Kim's banana split, since 
the place we were at had none. Her ultimate creation 
was triple chocolate ice cream and a split banana, 
drowned in chocolate syrup, drizzled caramel, dusted 
with nuts, coconut, and crushed toffee, and topped 
with maraschino cherries. She looked like she was 
about ready to orgasm once the first bite was in her 
mouth.

"Oh my god this is so super-duper licious!" she 
enthused, stuffing another huge, drippy mess of a 
bite into her mouth and purring in bliss. "You are 
awthum," she managed to slur without drooling her 
bite everywhere, then went back to humming in 
appreciation.

Sara and I just sucked on our milkshakes and watched 
her, amused.

"So we haven't hung out very much lately, right?" Kim 
said once she'd gotten through her sugar induced 
euphoria and wasn't in orgasmic bliss with every 
bite. "And telling me about Jason's dumbest idea ever 
kind of reminded me I haven't told you yet, see."

"Told us what?" Sara asked, stealing one of Kim's few 
remaining cherries and slurping it into her mouth.

"I kinda sorta have a girlfriend," Kim bounced, 
grinning and clapping her hands. "I'm so excited!"

"Not Cindy, I'm guessing," I said, peering at her 
like she liked to do with me.

"Hush, Mr. Man." She stuck her tongue out at me. "No, 
it's not Cindy, but I do really like Cindy. We talked 
a lot when we weren't playing when I spent the 
weekend at her place. She's been through so much and 
still doesn't let it make her want to give up. I 
admire her a lot, and she's really, really smart, but 
she's not the sort of person I could be with, you 
know?"

"So who's your girlfriend?" Sara asked, setting her 
elbows on the table and holding her straw between her 
fingertips, raising her eyebrows at Kim. "Do we know 
her?"

"Probably... not? Maybe? She's only a sophomore and 
you're seniors. Her name's Georgia and she's not a 
big socializer in your circles. She's in band and 
plays a few different instruments, but the only one 
she can play for school is clarinet. Or oboe? I don't 
remember. One of those mouth instruments." She 
puckered her lips and mimed playing a flute.

"Georgia Thomas?" Sara furrowed her brow, her trying-
to-remember-something look coming on. "Is she the one 
who did the opening song at the last home game?"

"Yep! That's her. That was so awesome."

"When did band start letting people beat box?" I 
asked, feeling oddly out of the loop.

"Is that what she did?" Kim looked at me. "I don't 
know, but it was cool. She can play guitar and piano, 
too."

"She's going to have some very magical fingers, 
then," Sara laughed, her eyes glinting with 
amusement. Kim gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean? Magical fingers?"

I held one hand in front of her and curled my fingers 
up, flicked them back and forth really fast. Sara 
laughed as Kim's eyes widened in understanding.

"Ooooh, that kind of magical fingers. I... um... no. 
We haven't fooled around or anything yet. We're both 
kind of scared to come out like that, like making it 
official we're dating or whatever. We've kissed a few 
times, but haven't... you know..." She held her hands 
out toward Sara and mimed squeezing her breasts. "We 
were sitting in the theater with some of the 
thespians-" She gave a stern look to both of us, 
holding her finger up in warning. "Yes, I know a big 
word! Don't make fun of me! We were having lunch in 
the theater and we kinda have this truth-or-dare 
routine that we do, that group of people, I mean, and 
one of them's a big gamer guy. Stephen. You might 
know him, Mike. But he always has his bag of dice 
with him, lots of weird ones like ten sided and 
twenty and stuff like that, so after everyone shows 
up he picks a dice and rolls it so we know who and 
who are doing the truth-or-dare thing and who's 
giving the truth or dare."

She got distracted smashing the remnants of her ice 
cream into ice cream soup, the toffee and nuts set 
off to one end of the bowl and getting mixed in when 
she was done. She slurped up a big, drippy spoonful 
of it and bounced in ecstasy.

"Soooo goooood!"

"So what happened with this truth-or-dare you got 
with Georgia?" Sara asked, poking Kim to get her back 
on track.

"Oh! Right!" She spooned more of her ice cream soup 
into her mouth before continuing her story. "So I've 
kinda been coming out a bit to some of my friends, 
right? So me and Georgia have been talking a bit 
since we got assigned to be partners in wildlife and 
conservation with Ms. Kerridge, and I noticed she 
looks a lot at girls, see? I guess Karen noticed, 
too, 'cause she dared me and her to kiss like we 
meant it, 'cause Karen's one of my friends I've told 
about being gay, right?"

She tilted her bowl and spooned the remnants of her 
ice cream to the bottom before raising the bowl and 
scooping it into her mouth. She let out a satisfied 
"aaaah" and thumped the bowl back to the table.

"Totally what I needed," she grinned and pulled me 
over for a theatrical kiss. "Mwah! You're awesome, 
Mr. Man. I love you." She giggled and pushed me back 
into my seat, then did a little dance and bounced in 
hers.

"So Karen gave me and Georgia this kissing dare, 
right? And me and Georgia just kinda look at each 
other for a second and then she's all, "Ok" and gets 
up and walks over to me. I guess I was kinda grinning 
like an idiot, 'cause I couldn't believe I was going 
to get to kiss her, you know? Actually kiss her kiss 
her, 'cause she's really pretty even for being a 
little... whatever the word is for when you stand 
out, and I thought maybe I might actually have a 
chance with her with her looking at girls so much.

"So all the dares we do have a timer, right?" She 
held a hand up and air pushed a button on a stop 
watch. "The truths aren't timed 'cause they don't 
take as long. We don't want things getting too crazy, 
so we just do it when we all show up and the first 
five minutes are for the dares. Well, the first thing 
Georgia does after getting her arms around me when I 
get up is ask me, real quiet, is if I like girls. 
Total brain melt! Like, holy crap brain melt! And 
this is why I want to tell you this! You're going to 
be so proud of me, 'cause I was so totally thinking 
like you guys! It was awesome!" She grinned and 
squealed with excitement, looking back and forth 
between us and beaming. "You'll never guess what I 
said!"

"You invited her to bed with you?" I laughed.

"No!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "You are such a 
typical guy. Jeez. I told her, "Just kiss me and 
you'll know." See!? That's so totally like you two!" 
She bounced and clapped her hands, grinning like a 
fool. "And oh my god! She tasted amazing! And Stephen 
had to smack us to get us to stop, 'cause we went 
over the time limit. I guess he'd been telling us to 
stop but we didn't hear him, and we were both totally 
all hot and bothered when we stopped kissing. We 
couldn't stop looking at each other after that, so I 
guess now everyone who was there knows we're total 
lesbos. After we were done with lunch, she was all 
looking at me while we walked to class, 'cause our 
wildlife class is right after lunch, and said, "That 
was definitely a yes." I just had to kiss her again 
right there before I bounced out of my skin. Oh my 
god, you guys! I can't believe this is happening!"

"That sounds like it was a lot of fun." Sara hummed, 
mouthing her straw and sucking on it. "Are you going 
to invite her over so we can watch the two of you?"

"I don't think she's really into that sort of thing. 
I don't know. I so want to have a sleepover with her, 
though. I want to get to know her better."

"Then ask her," I said, slurping up the last of my 
milkshake. "I've got some money if you want to order 
food or go out or something."

"I don't know, Mr. Man. I'm still really nervous 
about this. It's kinda new, you know? It's not like 
things were with Sara and with you. I don't know how 
things will go."

"Just talk with her and find out," Sara said, sliding 
her milkshake across the table to me, still a quarter 
full. "That's the only way you're going to know, hon, 
but if she's interested like you're saying, she'll 
definitely want to, and if you do a sleepover, it 
will seem normal. People do that all the time, so you 
won't look like you're dating or anything."

"Yeah, you're right." Kim heaved a sigh, staring 
forlornly at her empty bowl. "Man, that was so good. 
I totally want another one, but I'd seriously explode 
if I did."



Chapter 10

With Kim's torpedoing of Jason's idea to mess with 
people's heads, we needed something else to keep 
ourselves entertained. Most of what came to mind was 
unworkable without either complicity from school 
staff or getting suspended or expelled because of 
being blatantly sexual. After so much fooling around 
with Sara in decidedly non-subtle ways, I had a hard 
time coming up with subtle ways to tease her, and 
since Kim was included in any brainstorming, it was 
even more difficult to reach agreement that satisfied 
both our desire to not expose ourselves (literally or 
figuratively) and for getting us worked up for fun 
later.

Eventually we did reach agreement on a way to torment 
Sara, and, naturally, it included teasing her and not 
letting her cum to make sure she was desperately 
horny when we started. With her and Kim living 
together, that was easy, and she was wet and ready by 
the time we started final preparations in my car in 
the school parking lot.

Sara and I were in the front while Kim leaned forward 
to watch, and I pulled out the dildo and ben wa balls 
Kim and I'd bought over the weekend. Kim would be 
leaving in a minute, of course, since we didn't want 
anyone getting any more ideas than were already going 
around. The dildo was a basic one, made of a deep 
blue spongy rubber, about seven inches long and two 
in diameter, which would comfortably fill Sara 
without causing her any long term pain. It was also 
ridged along the entire length, which should, Kim 
said, make it easier for her to keep in while she 
moved about campus.

"I get the feeling you two're doing this to keep me 
horny all day," Sara said, running her fingers along 
the length of the dildo, bending it back and forth to 
test it.

"That was kind of the idea," I said, squeezing one of 
her breasts.

"And I get to tease you some more when we get home!" 
Kim crowed, grinning and bouncing. "I'll go so you 
two can get this started. I really, really want to 
watch, though." She pouted and then gave me a kiss 
before grabbing her pack and hopping out of the car, 
skipping toward campus.

"Am I allowed to guess what you're going to have me 
do?" Sara asked, giving the parking lot a quick scan 
before lifting the dildo to her mouth and starting to 
suck on it, eyeing my crotch with a coy look.

"You can guess after you've masturbated to the edge 
with that," I told her, grinning and looking 
innocent. "And I want to see your pussy while you do, 
so pants around your knees."

"Oh, you are so evil," she moaned, dropping one hand 
to undo her pants. She gave the parking lot another 
scan before working them down to her knees and 
pulling her panties to the side. "You know it won't 
take me long to edge."

"Better make it two, then."

"Oh gods..." She whimpered as she set the head of the 
dildo against her opening and started pushing it in, 
her legs drawing together a bit once it was 
completely in her, leaving only enough for her to get 
a solid grip. "Sometimes I wonder why I let you 
torment me like this."

"Because you love being tortured like this."

"Maybe..." she breathed, then started fucking 
herself, and I leaned over to give her a slow kiss, 
squeezing hard on her breasts with one hand. She 
moaned and arched up, changing her grip on the dildo 
to fuck herself as fast as she could, stopping after 
only a few seconds and holding it still inside her. 
She whimpered, her thighs shaking and twitching in 
time with her pussy, her orgasm just out of reach. 
She took a few deep breaths to steel herself, waiting 
a minute until her need had passed, and then started 
again, hard and fast, and she pulled the dildo out 
after not even thirty seconds, growling and slamming 
back against the head rest.

I let her rest for about half a minute and then 
reached over and shoved a pair of finger into her. 
She gasped sharply and arched her hips toward my 
hand, seeking more attention to her dripping pussy. 
She shook for longer with this edge, holding back her 
orgasm more difficult with my slow teasing. 
Eventually she relaxed back into the seat, 
unclenching her jaw and attempting to get her 
breathing under control.

"Barely held that one when you did that," she 
breathed, opening her eyes to look down at the ben wa 
balls. "It's much harder when I have something in me. 
Those aren't going where I think they are, are they?"

I scanned the parking lot, saw no one, and started 
fingering her clit, slowly enough she wouldn't be 
getting close to cumming for a long time. She moaned 
a soft purr, rocking her hips up to meet my fingers.

"Where do you think they're going?" I asked, giving 
her clit a few brief, fast flicks.

She gasped and arched up hard, one hand snapping up 
and grabbing hard onto my wrist. She wasn't strong 
enough to keep me in place, though, and I pulled my 
hand away, making her groan in disappointment.

"Going in my ass?" she managed after a few seconds, 
holding her eyes on mine.

"Nope. Going in your pack until lunch. I'll tell you 
then what you'll be doing with them."

"Oh thank god." She brought my hand to her mouth and 
started sucking on my fingers, then let them go with 
a bite and a purr. "What about the dildo?"

"That's staying in you for the day."

She blinked at me and looked down at her pussy, then 
back at me.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's going to be not 
to cum with that in me for that long!? Or how wet I'm 
going to get because of it!?"

I just grinned.



Chapter 11

"I don't know if I can do this until lunch without 
cumming," she whispered before we had to part ways. I 
wouldn't be able to watch her squirm during first 
period, but our other three classes for the day were 
together, so I thought it worked out just fine. "I'm 
already having a hard time holding back."

"Well," I said, appearing to think things over, then 
gave her a kiss and nibbled her lip. "Just think 
about how loud you are when you cum and use that as 
incentive not to, or else the whole class will know 
you just had an orgasm."

She moaned in frustration and smacked my arm, her 
answer to my grin.

"You know that thought doesn't help one bit with how 
exhibitionist I am," she said. "You're just making it 
worse. Get to class before I start getting rough on 
you and drag you back home so you can fuck me 
senseless."

I laughed and gave her another kiss. She growled and 
clenched her fingers into a fist on my sleeve before 
letting go and turning to head to her own class, 
slower than usual. She stopped before turning the 
corner and lowered her head, and I could tell she was 
doing her breathing exercises to focus herself and 
battle her building orgasm back under control.

A statistics and probability class has never been so 
long, boring, and tedious. I did a lot of doodling 
that first period, genitalia and reproductive organs 
cleverly disguised as cartoon characters, only paying 
enough attention to the teacher to be able to answer 
any questions that may have been directed my way. 
None were, since I'd developed a reputation for being 
able to answer correctly even when I was working on 
pieces more elaborate than throw away doodles. I 
scrawled poorly disguised descriptive names under 
each character when the period bell rang and folded 
the paper on my way out, shoved it through a slat in 
Jen's locker so she'd have something to laugh about 
when she got in for the day, then went to meet Sara.

"I am so going to kill you later," she growled at me, 
locking her hands into fists on my shirt to drag me 
in for a hard, hungry kiss, loosing her hands only 
long enough to snake her arms around me and press 
against me.

"I can barely walk because of this damn dildo 
constantly making me want to cum," she breathed into 
my ear when our kiss broke. "I am NOT going to be 
able to make it through the day without cumming. It's 
impossible after all the teasing you two have put me 
through the last few days."

"I guess you'll just have to be quiet when you do, 
then," I whispered back, grabbing her hair and 
pulling her head back so I could bite the hollow of 
her throat. She immediately gasped in a sharp breath 
and clutched at me, burying her face into my shoulder 
and trembling against me, squeaking with each pulse 
of orgasm bursting through her.

"I told you," she breathed once she'd calmed herself 
enough to appear normal again. "I'd been holding that 
off for probably an hour, and I'm lucky to have 
managed that. We started a construction project 
today, so I was moving around most of last period."

"Next period is going to be a lot of fun for you, 
then," I laughed, tilting her face up to mine and 
kissing her.

"Shit..." she muttered after a few seconds, butting 
her head against my shoulder. "Not PE. God damn it." 
She pulled back enough to look at me, trepidation and 
eager willingness fighting with each other in her 
gaze. "You intentionally chose today specifically for 
that, didn't you?"

"That part actually wasn't my idea," I said, not able 
to stop from laughing. "That was her idea, if it must 
be known."

"You both hate me. So, so much. I'll kill you both if 
I survive today." She pulled me in for another hungry 
kiss, biting at my lip when she cut it short and 
moved forward to my ear, covering her mouth with one 
hand while she whispered. "And you both know exactly 
what to do to get me so horny I can't stand it. I'm 
loving this so hard even though it sucks so bad." She 
bit my ear and hugged tight to me, taking a deep 
breath to steady herself. "I'm going to the bathroom 
to get myself some pads. My pants are going to be 
ruined if I don't use any, and there'll be no hiding 
that wet spot."



Chapter 12

Sara's look of dismay was one I wish I could have 
caught on film, the teacher blandly informing us we'd 
be playing dodge ball for the next two week block. I 
knew the orgasm she'd had between classes had only 
heightened her desire for more, so this was going to 
really push her control.

I figured once the game started it would be difficult 
enough for her to not look like she was hyper aroused 
and cumming like crazy, so I didn't go out of my way 
to make it harder by seeing if she could dodge my 
throws. Regardless, she spent more time on the side 
lines than actually playing, so the class wasn't as 
much torment for her as we had been hoping. She had 
another three orgasms, though, and the non-stop 
stimulation left her even hornier than she already 
had been, so it went nicely with our plan, 
considering.

She clung to my neck and draped herself all over me 
after that adventure was done, biting at my neck and 
growling in a desperate mix of need, lust, and 
growing exhaustion. She put her mouth at my ear, 
doing her best to keep her voice low and level.

"After that month you put me through of not letting 
me cum, I didn't think it was possible you could get 
me even hornier than I was after Jen's show for us, 
but you've done it in spades. This is the most 
devilish thing I think you could ever do to me." She 
pulled back just enough to kiss me and then glared at 
me. "I'm still going to kill you for it, though. Holy 
crap. At this rate, you'll be dragging me by my hair 
by the end of the day just to get me to the car."

"Does this mean you're still up for a threesome after 
school?" I asked, my smile giving the lie to my tone.

"Oh gods..." she breathed, letting her head fall to 
my shoulder. "Really? You didn't actually plan that 
with her, did you?"

"You're just going to have to find out, aren't you?"

She somehow managed to both purr and groan 
simultaneously, and I lifted her chin to give her a 
slow kiss, brushing my fingers lightly along her 
cheek and down under her ear to the back of her neck. 
Her groan disappeared and became pure purr as she 
relaxed against me, sighing happily.

"Unless you're able to make me pass out, you know I'm 
never going to turn down having fun with you, no 
matter how drained I am because of what you've 
already done to me. I love you so bad, and everything 
you do to me, especially when it turns me into 
incoherent mush."

I smiled against her lips and gave her another light 
kiss, giving the back of her neck a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, too," I whispered, "for all the same 
reasons. But-" I pulled back after giving her another 
kiss, "-I think it's time to get you moving again, 
and I think you know why that is."

I grinned and she moaned and heaved out a, "Fine. 
Torment me some more, why don't you?"

"You know I will, and then some."

She smiled and adjusted her pack, then twined her 
fingers through mine.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

I let her set the pace this time, since lunch 
followed our next class, and the after lunch plan was 
going to make the rest of the day especially 
difficult for her. The only question was whether or 
not it would work, and, if it did, she would 
definitely need the rest beforehand.

Through an unplanned quirk of scheduling, our third 
class was with Jen, and the three of us migrated 
toward each other like blackberry pie and crisp white 
shirts. She pulled out the doodles I'd stuffed into 
her locker and flipped the folded sheet at Sara when 
we sat down with her, just shaking her head sternly 
and tsk'ing at me.

"I don't know how you do it," she said, pointing at 
the paper Sara was now unfolding, "but you've broken 
my brain again, Mikey. Herr Evülvuh?" A Nazi-esque 
detective in a long, fuzzy coat. "The Mighty Kramps?" 
That one labeling a group of uteruses dressed up as 
rock stars. "Willy Wood's Ring of Wonder?" An 
anthropomorphic penis dressed as a ring master, 
standing in front of a circus tent. "Where in the 
hell do you even come up with this stuff?"

She pulled a sheet of gold star stickers from her 
binder and peeled one off, placing it squarely on my 
forehead. "You are a demented, brilliant genius, and 
I command you to keep doing it."

Sara just buried her face in her hands and shook her 
head after she'd looked at the doodles, sighing, "Oh 
gods..." She dropped her hands and looked at Jen, 
holding up the paper and pointing at it. "This is 
what happens when he has sex on the brain."

"Isn't... that... all the time?" Jen furrowed her 
brow and then leaned in toward Sara. "But I can't say 
he's alone in that," she added conspiratorially, 
wiggling her eyebrows. "If I didn't know how 
completely pure and innocent you are, I'd say you're 
nippin pretty hard there."

Sara blinked and looked down, going crimson and 
crossing her arms over her breasts to hide the bumps 
of her nipples straining against their confines.

"Totally innocent," I said in the best dead-pan I 
could muster. "We're not doing anything obvious at 
all."

"Anything obvious." Jen choked holding back an open 
guffaw, grabbing the paper with my doodles and 
folding it up again. "Great Cthulhu's balls, nothing 
obvious. Only if you don't know what to look for, 
mister." She smirked and shook the paper at me once 
she had it folded again. "You know it's sad when your 
sex life is more exciting than mine, right? I've had 
more fun with you lately than I have with Kit. He's 
good, don't get me wrong on that, but he's not 
very... let's call it creative."

"Does he need to take sex-ed again?" Sara quipped, 
and then covered her mouth in surprise and started 
giggling. Jen just cackled.

"No, he knows all the right bits and places to play 
with, but he's definitely a sub. Worse than you are. 
I don't have it in me to be as harsh as he wants, and 
we both know it."

"You two've been together for what? Two years?"

"Almost three." She glanced at the clock over the 
door and pulled out her own textbook. "I don't know 
if I want to stay with him, honestly. I don't feel 
like I'm getting what I need to be happy with the 
relationship. That's something he and I need to work 
out, though. Not like it's going to involve you, 
either which way." She leaned forward, gesturing us 
closer and lowering her voice. "I definitely want to 
know what the two of you are doing, though. Remote 
vib?"

"Just a dildo," Sara answered, squirming. "About this 
thick-" she made an 'o' with her fingers "-and this 
long-" holding her hands about seven or eight inches 
apart "-and it feels like there's a billion ridges on 
it and oooooh my god. I've had it in since we got 
here this morning and I don't know how many times 
I've cum already."

"And there's ben wa balls for her to use once this 
class is over," I added.

"Oh, hot damn, girl." Jen grinned and gave us both a 
high-five. "That's the sort of thing I'd love to do. 
You get so many gold stars for being brave enough to 
do it I'd have to go buy another pack of them."

Sara laughed and poked at my forehead, where I still 
had the gold star.

"As long as I don't have to wear them like he does."

She collapsed back into her chair and immediately 
lost her grin, squeezing her legs tight together and 
drawing in a deep breath.

"Looks like she's enjoying what you have her wearing 
a lot better," Jen quipped, and Sara just nodded and 
hummed agreement.



Chapter 13

Sara had regained most of her self-control by the 
time lunch rolled around. Even though the dildo kept 
her turned on, it wasn't enough to keep her on the 
edge because we did little more than sit. Since the 
three of us sat together, we'd taken to passing notes 
so we wouldn't get in trouble for talking. The 
teacher knew we did this but wouldn't do anything 
about it because we were the top three students in 
the class and either ignored everyone else or helped 
him teach, depending on need. I took advantage of 
this to draw doodles of random sex acts and passed 
them to Sara, keeping her distracted and her arousal 
level up. She then passed them to Jen, who just 
snickered and did her own squirming.

"I seriously need to get a new pad in," Sara said, 
dragging me over for a kiss when class let out and 
smiling against my mouth. "You are the most evil 
person ever, mister."

"And you love it." I grinned and bit her lower lip 
before standing and dragging her to her feet, pulling 
her into me and holding her.

"You have no idea." She smiled and bit my lip in 
return, giving me a hungry look and dropping her 
voice. "I'm going to have such a hard time not 
tackling you to the floor and ripping your clothes 
off so you can screw me senseless."

I just grinned and tilted her face down so I could 
kiss her eyes and forehead, then moved down to 
whisper in her ear.

"You know those ben wa balls I gave you this morning? 
When you're putting your new pad in, I want you to 
pull the dildo out, put them in, and then put the 
dildo in again just like you have it. If you can't 
get the dildo in without hurting or being 
uncomfortable, just do the ben wa balls and suck the 
dildo clean before putting it in your hoodie pocket."

She pulled in a long, slow breath and clenched her 
hands tight against my back.

"Oh, you are so going to be the death of me today," 
she breathed, her face against my shoulder. "Is that 
all you want me to do? Or do you have more planned?" 
She lifted her head to look at me, nervous 
anticipation dancing in her eyes.

I answered with a, "We'll see," before grinning and 
giving her another kiss, biting at her lip again. She 
moaned softly before letting me go and shoving her 
stuff back into her pack, swinging it onto her 
shoulder and shooing me out of the class before her.

"You are so damn evil it's absurd," Jen said while we 
waited for Sara to get the toys in. "You're going to 
torture her all day with this, aren't you?"

"No," I said, rummaging in my pack to pull out the 
sandwich I'd made that morning. "Just most of it."

Jen snorted and leaned against the wall, kicking one 
foot up in front of the other and watching people 
trickle through the hall on their way to wherever 
they ate their lunch. We were silent while we waited, 
comfortable enough with each other that not talking 
wasn't bother.

"What would you say if I did break up with Kit?" she 
asked suddenly, after the hall had mostly emptied.

There was a small cluster of freshmen sitting at the 
other end, but they were too far away to hear us. I 
turned to look at her, but she was staring down the 
hall at the freshmen, not at me.

"Why do you ask?" I wasn't sure what to say other 
than that. Was there even a right answer to a 
question like that?

She didn't say anything immediately, just stood 
silent and watched the freshmen while they made fools 
of themselves.

"I don't know. I've just had a few things on my mind 
lately." She shook her head and turned around to face 
me, giving me an even look. "You're my best friend, 
so I figure talking with you might help me sort 
things out. I just don't know-"

She cut herself short when Sara pushed out of the 
bathroom, moving tentatively, obviously focused more 
on what was going on between her legs than what was 
going on around her. She cast a quick glance at me 
and then found the wall with one hand to steady 
herself.

"I didn't think I could get all of it in," she said 
to me, shuffling along the wall to me. "But it's all 
inside now and you have absolutely no idea how 
absolutely insane this is going to make me. The 
fullness is just... gods..." She finally reached me 
and gripped her hand hard onto my shoulder, using me 
to support herself. "I've already cum once just 
getting out here and I'm trying to fight off another, 
but it's so hard. Those balls are really, really 
noticeable."

"She's going to need one of those little go scooters 
at this rate," Jen said, shaking her head and smiling 
in amusement.

"Gods, that would be perfect right now. Ho-ly crap."

She latched onto my waist and we started moving at a 
snail's pace toward our usual eating spot, stopping 
three times along the way when she could no longer 
hold her orgasms. I had no idea how she was being 
quiet for them, because she had a hard time being 
quiet even with weak orgasms, and these weren't. 
Eventually we made it to our spot and sat, Sara 
taking a minute to gather her wits and breathe again 
before digging out her lunch.

"What's on your mind?" I said to Jen, since she'd 
been unusually quiet and watchful after her abrupt 
question about breaking up with Kit.

She shook her head and said, "There's a lot on my 
mind. I don't know how much I can say because I don't 
know if I'm seeing things right. Or more that I don't 
know how to say it, 'cause you know I'm going to be 
straight with you, anyway."

"Is something wrong?" Sara asked around her fork, 
prying the lid off her container of what looked like 
stir fry and rice.

"Not really. Just trying to untangle my head."

"Is it about the show you put on for us the other 
day?"

Jen cocked her head to the side, thinking and chewing 
on her pizza.

"That's part of it, but some of it goes back to the 
party. There were a lot of... signals in all the 
noise. I've been trying to tell myself it's nothing, 
but it keeps nagging at my little lizard brain, 
because it's relevant to my interests, and I feel 
like it might help me figure out some other stuff. 
Give me some epiphanies or some shit like that."

"That doesn't say much," I said, arching an eyebrow 
at her. "Are you going to explain or should we talk 
about this later?"

"I'd prefer talking later. There's enough stupid 
around here without people listening in and spreading 
a personal conversation." She eyed what looked like 
deep fried mud in Sara's food before continuing. 
"I've also been thinking we should do another party, 
since we have that four day weekend coming up, or 
maybe Halloween, but I don't want any weirdness like 
last time. I'm still debating if I'd let you invite 
Cindy again. She was way over the top for my tastes. 
No offense to her."

"We won't deny she is that," I said, cracking open my 
soda can. "Pretty sure she'd understand not being 
invited again, though it would probably hurt her a 
bit. She's a lot of fun to be around as long as she's 
not pushed when she gets into a mood, and you did a 
lot of pushing, but there were also things going on 
between her and Kim, too, and that didn't help her."

"Yeah, yeah I did," she said, and left it that. 
"Anyway. I was thinking we could get the same group 
together, since that worked pretty well last time. Do 
you think Kim would be interested in coming again?"

"She likes cumming as much as I do," Sara blurted, 
and then blanched, shocked and shrinking in on 
herself with a small curse. "Please ignore that?" she 
asked meekly. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm 
sorry."

Jen blinked and gave her a scrutinizing look while I 
looked around to see if anyone else was nearby, but 
the nearest group was a good thirty feet away. There 
was no way they'd be listening to anything we were 
saying.

"You got lucky there, love," I told her, moving to 
sit next to her and pull her into me when I saw her 
look. Her arms went immediately around me, trembling 
while she tried to get her sudden panic under 
control, and I stroked her hair through her stream 
of, "oh my god oh my god oh my god."

"I've never done that before!" she cried against my 
chest. "Never! Never, never, never, never! Why did I 
let that out when I've always been able to bite my 
tongue before? I shouldn't have said that. Please 
don't tell her. Please, please, please. Oh my god. 
I'm such an idiot. She's going to kill me."

"No one else is anywhere near us, so we're ok," I 
said against the top of her head, still stroking her 
hair to calm her down.

I glanced at Jen and saw her looking around, and then 
she scooted closer to us, dragging her pack with her. 
She held her eyes on mine and mimed being quiet while 
she waited for Sara to get her shock under control. I 
nodded and continued talking to Sara, walking her 
back into focus. Once I had her calm enough to 
control her breathing, the rest was easy.

"I want one guess what that was about, if that's ok," 
Jen said once we were sure Sara was ok. "If I'm 
right," she held Sara's gaze, "I'm the last person 
who's going to judge you for it. If I'm wrong, I just 
look stupid."

Sara just nodded and took another deep breath, let it 
out slowly and squeezed my hand.

"This is part of what's been niggling at me since the 
party, since there were a lot of little things going 
on between you and Kim, and you've been really clever 
with the evasions. Reminds me a lot of what Jason and 
I do." She paused to look around again to be 
absolutely certain no one was nearby, and then leaned 
in closer so she could drop her voice just in case. 
"You and Kim actually are sleeping together, aren't 
you?"



Chapter 14

Sara just stared stupidly and opened her mouth a few 
times, trying to figure out how to answer without 
feeling terrible Jen had just voiced her most secret 
of secrets.

"I... I-I-I..." was all she managed to get out, and 
then her panic started up again and she buried her 
face against my chest, clinging desperately to me. 
Jen gave me a worried look, reaching one hand out but 
stopping short of touching either of us, unsure what 
to do.

"I'm sorry," she said after a few seconds, hesitant. 
"I shouldn't have pushed. I didn't want to make 
her..." She waved her hands at Sara, looking pained. 
"I don't know what to do about this! Fuck. Should I 
go? Say I should go."

"No," I said, giving her a hard look, and Sara shook 
her head against me. She managed to untangle one of 
her hands from her clutch on me and reach blindly for 
Jen as I kept talking. "Stay. You don't walk away 
from this. Not ever. Stay."

She just nodded dumbly and took hold of Sara's hand, 
who squeezed hard, still trembling. Sara dragged in a 
deep breath and squeezed Jen's hand again, holding it 
to the same rhythm as her breathing until she'd 
regained control.

"I'm sorry, Sara," Jen said quietly when Sara 
straightened and pulled away from me. "I didn't mean 
to... to do that," she finished lamely, putting her 
other hand over Sara's.

Sara shook her head, unsteady still, and took a few 
more deep breaths and most of my soda before saying 
anything.

"It wasn't you, exactly," she said, her voice 
amazingly steady. "It's just... we've been so careful 
to make sure no one knows, and the thought of anyone 
finding out is utterly terrifying, and my brain is 
complete mush today from the teasing, and..." She 
stopped for a deep breath, let it out slowly. "You 
don't know what it's like to keep that sort of 
secret, or how important it is. Please don't hate us. 
Any of us, because Mike's known for a while now, too. 
He's the only one we've told."

Jen just cocked her head to the side, studying Sara 
while she thought and picked her words.

"Can I admit something to you two? Maybe it will make 
it easier that I figured it out?"

"Any secrets you have will stay with us," I said, 
holding her look. "You know this."

"I do. I know. It's just... Shit. I feel like I'm 
being mind-fucked by a cenobite. Gimme a minute. I 
thought this would be easier, for some reason."

Sara and I both nodded and Jen leaned forward, elbows 
on her knees and her head down, hands tangled in her 
hair while she drew in a few slow breaths. She took a 
deep breath and held it before she started to talk.

"Jason and I fool around with each other, too," she 
said, a quick expulsion before lifting her attention 
back to us. "I mean it. We have been for years. I'd 
say ask our parents, but they... no, I can't talk 
about that right now. I-" She dropped her attention 
back down and breathed deeply a few times, shaking 
her head. "So please don't hate me for knowing, I 
guess? If you can? Please? I'll understand if you do. 
I've already fucked up more than I thought I would. 
I- I need to shut up. I've been wanting to talk with 
you, but not like this."

It was Sara's turn for silence, and she looked at me, 
but my attention was on Jen. This was a curveball I 
had not expected, and I'd never known her to react 
like this to anything.

"I guess this means you being all tangled up with 
Aaron after the party was nothing unusual, then," I 
said, feeling the height of lame, but nothing else at 
all was coming to mind.

"I don't know what to say," Sara said quietly.

"I guess now we really do have to talk about what's 
on my mind," Jen said, glancing over my shoulder and 
muttering, pulling her phone out and checking the 
time. "Fuck me running. We're late."

"It happens," I said, not bothering to turn and look 
at the campus monitor coming up on us. We waited in 
silence, me turning Sara so I could see her face.

"You're ok?" I asked as the monitor stopped behind 
us.

"Do you three know what time it is?"

"Late," from Jen. "We know what the time is, Will."

"Sara had a panic attack," I explained. "We weren't 
going to leave her just so we wouldn't be late."

Sara helpfully raised a still shaking hand and waved 
at Will.

"Is she going to be alright?"

"I will be, but it was pretty bad. Feeling kind of 
queasy."

I looked up at Will and caught his nod, giving us a 
hard look.

"Are you able to get to class or do you need to go to 
the nurse's?"

"I don't know. We'll see how it goes once I'm on my 
feet?"

He nodded again and pulled out his tardy pad and a 
pen.

"Alright. Jen, I know you're fine, but here's your 
note. It's up to your teacher if you get marked 
late." He pulled the sheet off and handed it to her, 
turning his attention to Sara and me. "Do you need 
help up?"

"I won't turn it down," Sara replied, slowly 
disentangling from me so I could get up. She braced 
herself against the ground and moved to her knees as 
I stood, shooting forward to catch her when she 
tumbled backward.

"Oh, I forgot about that," she breathed, one hand 
going to her lower stomach. "That's going to make 
this difficult."

She took a deep breath and tightened her grip on my 
and Will's hands, pulling herself slowly to her feet 
and then just standing still for a minute to steady 
herself. She nodded at Will and carefully let go of 
his hand, taking a tentative step toward me. She was 
unsteady but kept her feet.

"You'll be ok?" Jen placed a hand tentatively on 
Sara's upper arm, and Sara turned to look at her and 
nod, reaching up to squeeze her hand.

"I'll be fine. We'll come over after school's out, 
ok?"

Jen smiled a bit and leaned in to give Sara a hug.

"Sounds perfect," she said before she turned and 
headed off.

"What's the verdict?" Will asked. "Can you handle 
class or do you need to go to the nurse?"

"I think I can handle class as long as I don't lose 
Mike on the way. We're going to the same place, and I 
can handle the cramps once my nerves settle."

"Alright. But if you need to go, let someone know." 
He wrote out a sheet for us and handed it over, 
looking at Sara. "You're sure you'll be alright?"

"I'll be fine. It's just some cramps once my nerves 
settle."

Will nodded and bent to pick up our packs, handing 
them to me. I swung one across each shoulder while 
Sara swayed unsteadily next to me, then put an arm 
around her waist and leaned her against me.

"Cramps, hm?" I said once we were out of ear shot of 
Will, amused.

"Oh, please. Like he was going to let us go if I told 
him you have me stuffed full of sex toys and I can't 
walk because I'm cumming every two minutes."

I almost choked holding back my laugh, and she 
giggled and bit my shoulder.



Chapter 15

"Do you want to leave them in or take them out?"

She'd calmed down and was a lot more collected by the 
time class ended, but with the breakdown during 
lunch, my plan to give my keys to Kim and have her 
drive my car home while Sara and I walked had been 
changed. Walking her around while she was stuffed 
full would have to wait.

"I want to keep them in until we get home," she said, 
checking the parking lot before undoing her pants and 
pulling them and her panties down. "It's giving me 
something else to think about than what happened 
during lunch."

The smell of her filled the car, and I reached over 
and pushed her back against her seat, leaning over to 
give her a passionate kiss and drop my hand between 
her legs. She let out a low, guttural purr into my 
mouth when I started my fingers working hard on her 
clit, and she raised her hips so she could hold the 
dildo in. She was so drenched I didn't even need to 
dip my fingers into her to get them wet. She arched 
up and clamped her legs on my hand as she tensed, and 
then she was thrumming and shaking, orgasm ripping 
through her.

She dragged me closer so she could bite my shoulder 
to muffle her screams while I continued my attack on 
her clit, pushing her fast into another three orgasms 
before she grabbed my hand and shoved it away, crying 
mercy and breathing hard.

"You didn't let me finish," she panted, her trembling 
from such rapid orgasms making her lose her grip on 
my wrist. Some of the strain had left her voice, 
which was good.

"You needed that," I said, sucking my fingers clean 
and settling back in my seat.

"Totally beside the point." She swallowed hard and 
went back to catching her breath. "I really, really 
need to go by home first and change before we go to 
Jen's. These are so wet it feels like I've peed in 
them, only more lubricant-y."

I laughed. "Lubricant-y?"

"Yes, lubricant-y." She reached around to the back 
seat to grab one of the towels I kept handy. "I'm 
allowed to make up words. That's how language grows, 
you know, by making shit up." She wiped the towel 
between her legs and eyed it. "Fuck, this is 
ridiculous. I don't think I've ever been this wet 
before. I was so not expecting this."

"Get your pants back on so we can get you home 
without getting arrested for exposure," I said, 
craning around to see what was behind me before 
pulling out.

"So sticky..." she groaned, pulling her pants and 
panties back up with the towel stuffed down them.

"Speaking of ridiculous," I laughed, glancing at her 
lap as she pulled her seat belt on.

"Hush, mister. You fill your pants with slime and see 
if you want to keep them on."

"I'd rather be in your pants."

She smiled and purred, undoing her bra so she could 
pull it off. She stuffed it in her pack and then 
spent the drive back to her place squirming in her 
seat. Her parents weren't home, which was expected, 
so I followed her in and immediately spun her to face 
me as I lifted her shirt and jerked it over her head, 
tossing it to the side. She laughed and spun away, 
holding her arms out to me and swaying her hips, 
backing toward the stairs with a hungry look.

"How rough can you get if you catch me, mister?" she 
purred, biting her lip and undoing her pants.

"If I catch you? That's not an if, girl. That's a 
when."

I grinned and advanced on her, pulling my own shirt 
off, and she squealed and darted - as best she could 
being stuffed with a dildo and ben wa balls - up the 
stairs, dashing for her room. I caught her three 
steps after we hit the top of the stairs, using our 
momentum to sweep her off her feet, circling my arms 
around her and carrying us both to the floor to land 
on top of her. I growled and bit her nipples hard 
enough to leave marks during the moment I let her 
catch her breath, and then locked her in a rough, 
hungry kiss and fought her tongue with mine. She 
moaned loud in my mouth and arched into my hand so I 
could maul her breasts more roughly. Her hands went 
straight to my pants, working clumsily at the button 
and zipper in her desperation, and I pulled back, 
both of us shoving our pants off.

We were naked in seconds and back to attacking each 
other's lust again before our clothes had even 
finished crumpling into a pile, my hand between her 
legs and fingers working madly on her clit. She 
arched hard and screamed, cumming almost immediately, 
her whole body jerking under me, and I shoved her 
legs apart to climb between them before she'd even 
begun subsiding. I grabbed myself and rubbed against 
her gushing opening only enough to get my tip wet, 
then aimed a half inch lower, pressing against her 
anus.

She drew in a sharp gasp and widened her eyes when I 
pressed into her ass, her wetness letting me slide in 
with ease. Even if she hadn't been so slick, I'd have 
done the same. This wasn't a fuck-me-gently sort of 
mood. Hard, rough, and straight to it was what we 
needed to blow out some of the stress from lunch, 
even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.

She locked her arms and legs around me, driving me 
fully into the aftershocks of her orgasm. I didn't 
give her time to gather herself, just started fucking 
her as hard as I could, and she threw her head back 
and cried out incoherently with each thrust, growing 
louder as another orgasm built. The dildo added a lot 
more firmness and resistance, and I was careening 
toward my own orgasm as fast as she was hers, both of 
us bursting at the same time, me burying into her ass 
while her own climax tried to push the dildo out of 
her and through me.

She mumbled disconnected euphoria while we panted and 
gathered ourselves, mostly because I was still hard 
in her ass and slowly fucking her. I spent maybe half 
a minute doing that before resettling my knees and 
pulling her arms from around me so I could straighten 
up and grab her legs to press them against her chest. 
She immediately dropped a hand to her pussy to finger 
her clit and grabbed at her breasts with her other 
when I started pounding her again, hard and fast and 
driving her just as quickly into another orgasm. I 
was able to ride through that one, but barely, and I 
let go of her legs after setting them on my shoulders 
so I could prop myself on my fists. With better 
leverage and angle to properly fuck her, I watched 
her face while I pounded into her, her lock on my 
attention growing more intent the harder she fought 
her orgasm, and she slammed her head against the 
floor and screamed, her whole body jerking and arcing 
as we came together.

I held myself above her on trembling arms, catching 
my breath and watching her, but I had to drop down to 
my elbows as my strength left with the adrenaline. 
Her eyes fluttered and her breath came in unsteady, 
shuddery gasps, her whole body going limp to 
compensate for my weight pressing her legs against 
her chest.

"Fuck... me..." she croaked, opening her eyes to 
focus blearily on me.

"I just did," I said, still breathless, and lowered 
my head to bite at her throat.

"Oh my god..." She swallowed hard, her head lolling. 
"I don't think I can walk for a week now. Today's 
been so intense my brain's going to fry and you'll 
have a vegetable for a girlfriend if you don't stop."

"You'll recover."

"No I won't. Brain melty. The rest of me already has. 
Brain's not far behind."

She reached down to run her fingers over her pussy, 
coming away so wet a stream of it was left up her 
belly.

"Oh my god..." she croaked again, letting her hand 
flop onto her stomach and her head loll to the side, 
and she forced it back around to look at me. "You can 
go to Jen's without me, right? I'm just going to lie 
here and melt for a few days."

"No, I'm pretty sure you walked yourself into being 
important to the discussion. Kim, too. Are you going 
to be ok with that?"

I straightened slowly and leaned back as she moaned, 
her legs sliding off my shoulders. I grabbed her hips 
and she gave me a considering look.

"I think so. That fuck let out some of my tension, 
but I'm still worried, especially about Kim. That's 
going to be hard."

I just nodded, since I had nothing to say to that. It 
would be hard, and likely frantic trying to hold 
things together enough we could all talk. I reached 
around and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs from 
my waist as I pulled out of her, and she growled in 
disappointment and annoyance.

"Oh, I hate that," she whined, one hand covering her 
pussy and empty ass. "Hate it so much. We need to 
figure out some way of being able to always have you 
in me."

"We need to shower, love."

"Uh uh." She shook her head at me. "I'm a melty 
brain. Melty. Can't move."

"I can solve that."

I planted my feet and stood, stepping over her and 
grabbing her hands in the process. Her eyes widened 
in surprise and she squealed laughter as I started 
dragging her down the hall with me toward the 
bathroom, leaving behind the biggest wet spot we'd 
ever made.



Chapter 16

Kim spotted Sara's pensive fidgeting right off when 
we picked her up from school, and she leaned between 
the seats to look at her once she was in the car. 
Sara just stared at her hands, playing with the hem 
of her shirt.

"What happened?" Kim asked, reaching around and 
putting a hand on Sara's. Sara's pursed frown looked 
like it hurt Kim more than it did me, because I could 
see her wince even without seeing her face. "What 
happened, Sara?"

"Please don't hate me," Sara said, trying to shrink 
herself.

Well. This wasn't going well and we hadn't even 
gotten anywhere yet. I undid my belt in case I needed 
to move quickly. I reached over and put a hand on 
Kim's shoulder, and she turned to give me a brief 
look before shifting back to Sara.

"God damn it, Sara. What happened? You're scaring me. 
You never act like this unless it's something bad."

"Jen knows about us," Sara said, barely audible. 
"Please don't hate me."

Kim went still and tensed, and I tightened my grip on 
her shoulder.

"Let me go, Mike," she commanded, her voice tight.

"You're not going to walk away, Kim," I said evenly. 
I figured this would happen, so I talked fast. "Jen 
figured it out on her own and has told NO ONE, and 
she's not going to tell anyone. She knows how hard 
that kind of secret is, because she's doing the same 
thing you two are, so she is not going to push it. 
Jen is the last person who would tell anyone. I've 
known her all my life and would trust her with mine. 
She will never, never tell anyone, Kim. Never. I'm 
not going to let you walk away and break Sara's 
heart, especially not like this. We've both done that 
enough, and we need to stop. She needs better from 
us."

Kim remained silent and tense, though she'd started 
shaking. Whether that was good or bad, I couldn't 
tell, but at least she hadn't tried shoving me off 
and stalking away. Yet.

"She did figure it out on her own, hon," Sara 
pleaded, still fixated on her hands, though she'd 
taken Kim's between hers and squeezed. "We were 
talking during lunch and it... I don't know. It just 
happened."

"How?" Kim snapped, the anger in her words making 
Sara wince again as she raised her voice and started 
yelling. "How in the fuck did she figure it out? We 
haven't done ANYTHING! NOTHING! How the hell did she 
figure it out? How, god damn it?"

"Because she knows what she's looking for, Kim," I 
answered for Sara. "All the things that no one sees 
unless they're doing it too. That's how she knows, 
because she pays attention. She even knew me and Sara 
were fooling around before anyone else but you, and 
I'd barely seen her for months. And if you don't stop 
yelling at your sister when she did absolutely 
nothing wrong and don't start listening, I will kick 
you out right now. We both need to stop hurting the 
woman we love."

It took another few minutes of tense silence before 
Kim finally uncoiled and threw herself against the 
back seat, staring stolidly out the window after 
buckling her belt. I watched her for a few seconds, 
but she didn't budge, so I turned and reached a hand 
across to squeeze one of Sara's, then started 
driving.

"Where are we going?" Kim asked when she realized we 
weren't heading to their place. At least she didn't 
sound angry anymore, so that was good.

"We're getting something to eat," I said, "and I 
assume you want sushi, since that's usually what you 
ask for, so we're going to Sushi Island. Sound good?"

"I'm not in the mood for food."

"What are you in the mood for, then?"

Silence for several seconds and then, "I don't know. 
I'm not really hungry anymore. Can we just stop 
somewhere?"

"Where?" I glanced in the rear view at her and saw 
she was wiping her eyes. She certainly didn't sound 
like she was crying, a dramatic change from past 
experience with similar blowups. I wasn't sure if I 
should be worried about that or not.

"I don't care. Just... somewhere."

I figured that meant somewhere empty, so I parked on 
the outskirts of the mall parking lot where I could 
find the most shade. Kim was staring blankly out the 
window again, not moving, so I climbed out of the car 
and walked around to open her door. I held my hand 
out to her and she just stared at it and shook her 
head, cast her glance at the back of Sara's seat. I 
nodded and opened Sara's door, and she looked up at 
me as I proffered my hand to her. She took it and 
climbed out, and I nodded toward Kim, moving so she 
could kneel in front of her.

"I'm sorry, sis," Kim said meekly, downcast. "Mike is 
right. I didn't realize I was hurting you, and I'm 
sorry. You deserve better than me."

"Please look at me?" Sara said, plaintive, and Kim 
shifted her eyes. Sara reached up and cupped her face 
between her hands. "I'm not letting you go, sis. Not 
ever. We deserve each other now as much as ever. I'm 
always going to love you, even if we hurt each other 
sometimes. We've kept together through worse than 
this, and I know you don't know Jen or trust her, but 
I have been getting to know her, and Mike's known her 
his whole life and trusts her completely. This isn't 
as bad as it seems. Please believe me."

She was quiet for a few seconds before going on, 
trailing her hands down to grasp Kim's.

"You said the other day that you admire Cindy because 
she doesn't let anything get her so down she doesn't 
want to go on. Maybe that's something we can learn, 
too, how to go on loving even when it hurts. If we 
can keep talking and understanding each other, we're 
always going to be ok and we're always going to love 
each other, ok? Please trust me. Us. I'm just as 
terrified as you are, hon. I'm scared I'm going to 
lose you because of how much I've screwed up with you 
since I got together with Mike, and I don't think I 
could handle that."

Kim screwed her face up and wiped her eyes again, 
used her shirt instead.

"I don't want to lose you, either, sis. Can you 
forgive me? Maybe forget I got angry with you and 
Mike and keep yelling at you?"

"I always will, as long as we can talk with each 
other and work things out. And we are going to have 
to talk a lot more than this. This is just as 
important as letting Mike in, and if we can do that, 
we can do this."

Kim nodded and Sara into the car with her, wrapping 
her arms around her and giving her a tight, painful 
looking hug, burying her face against her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Sara. I love you so much. So, so 
much."

"I know," Sara squeaked, "and I love you just as 
much, but you are crushing the air out of me."

Kim let out a small 'eep' and let her go, and Sara 
coughed and took a deep breath before pulling Kim 
into another hug.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to push you away. Mike's 
done a number on my breathlessness today already. I 
can't handle anymore right now."

"What about later tonight?" Kim asked, perking up a 
bit.

"Uh..." Sara stalled, going a bright red. "That will 
depend on if I get in trouble for the wet spot in the 
hall."

Kim blinked and looked past Sara at me.

"What the hell did you do if she left a spot that 
bad!?"

"I made her melt," I laughed, raising my hands in 
surrender. "That dildo slash ben wa ball combination 
we talked about? Yeah. Turns out it gets her really, 
really wet and so horny her brain turns to mush."

"Oh my god!" Kim frowned at both of us, a mock glare. 
"I told you to wait until I was home with you guys! I 
wanted to see her brain explode from overload so 
bad!"

"I'll let you take her next time, then, and then you 
can experience it firsthand."

"I vote for a threesome with me in the middle," Sara 
said, raising her hand.

"Ooh!" Kim bounced with glee and clapped 
enthusiastically. "Even better! I can get behind that 
one."

"I'd rather have you in front and Mike from behind," 
Sara grinned, licking her lips.

"Hey! I... Oh! I get it."

We both laughed and Kim stuck her tongue out at us.



Chapter 17

We ended up deciding we were hungry after all and 
grabbed food on the way to Jen's. The situation had 
been patched enough with us three that things weren't 
likely to fall apart, but it still didn't seem like a 
good idea to put off talking with Jen. Kim was 
understandably apprehensive, considering past 
experience.

"I had a hard time deciding if I should greet you in 
lingerie or not," Jen said, preceding us into the 
living room much more sedately than I was used to 
from her. "And I'm only half kidding. Reason got the 
better of me when I realized that would be both 
awkward and ill-advised."

"Just a little bit," I said, holding one hand up with 
my fingertips barely touching. "I'm glad you didn't. 
I'm sure there's going to be enough awkwardness as it 
is, like saying you were thinking about doing that, 
for starters."

"How did you figure out me and Sara are in a 
relationship with each other?" Kim asked, sounding 
both pensive and angry.

"Or we could just jump right in, too." Jen cocked her 
head to the side and studied Kim, then dropped 
unceremoniously to the floor and leaned against the 
recliner. "Can we eat first and then talk? I don't 
want us getting all angry because our blood sugar's 
low."

"I'm not mad that much," Kim said, clutching her arms 
across her chest and settling herself as far as she 
could from Jen, sandwiched between Sara and me on the 
couch.

"Believe me, I understand why you would be." She 
leaned forward and grabbed her salad when I slid it 
over to her, fighting with the overly adhesive label. 
"Since we're being honest, this isn't something I 
wanted to have a conversation about like this. I have 
my own issues all tied up in this that I don't want 
to put out there, which is why I've been wanting to 
talk just with Mike before coming out to Sara and 
you, so I could get my personal stuff off my chest 
first."

She raised one hand and threw up the metal horns as 
she cried, "Victory!" when she finally got her salad 
open. She stabbed her fork into it and took a bite 
before continuing, looking at Sara.

"If you hadn't made that comment during lunch, I 
wouldn't have broached it with you at all, but the 
way you reacted made me certain I was reading you 
right." She looked at Kim. "I know you probably won't 
believe me, but I feel like crap about this. I never 
wanted to hurt either of you. When Sara had her panic 
attack, I had no idea what to do. It was like I 
wasn't even myself, just kind of watching a derailing 
train and feeling all, 'Oh my god... I have fucked up 
so bad.'"

Sara shook her head as Kim said, "I don't know you 
well enough to believe you."

"We worked it out enough that we're here without much 
issue," I said, looking at Kim. "Though I'm pretty 
sure I pissed Kim off when I talked her down."

Her look darkened and she gave me a frown.

"I don't want you doing that again," she said, curt. 
"Not like that."

"I won't promise anything." I reached over and turned 
her back toward me. "If you had walked away from 
that, though, the three of us would have been done. 
It wouldn't have happened right away, but I know it 
would have happened. None of us want that."

"You don't understand, Mike. Not even a tiny bit. 
Don't lecture me about it when you have no fucking 
idea what you're talking about."

"She's right, Mikey," Jen said, leaning back against 
the recliner and sighing, gathering her skirt and 
draping it between her legs. "You don't know what 
it's like hiding that kind of secret. You're probably 
right about what would happen to your relationships 
with each other, but you don't understand hiding 
something like incest. That's why I wanted to be 
circumspect. I didn't want something like this to 
happen."

I nodded and said nothing. No point arguing.

"So..." from Sara, who'd been silent since we'd 
picked up food, which usually meant she was doing a 
lot of thinking. "Why are we here? We know you and 
Jason sleep together. You know Kim and I sleep 
together. We're out to each other, so what else is 
there?"

Jen cocked her head to the side and lowered her 
forkful of salad, looking at Sara.

"I want to try and smooth things over," she said, 
shifting her gaze to include Kim. "With both of you. 
I don't want me being an idiot coming between us. I'm 
sorry I've hurt you, and I want to make up for it, if 
you'll let me, make amends if I can. That and I kinda 
still haven't told Jason yet that I've told you about 
me and him, so he's, uh, going to be in for a 
surprise?" She frowned and cringed at herself. "I 
don't think he'll care that Mike knows, but I don't 
know how he's going to react to you two knowing."

"Couldn't be worse than me and Sara did," Kim said, 
staring hard at her fries as she wiggled them and 
watched them flop around. "I get loud when I'm mad 
and upset."

"And violent," I added, remembering past outbursts 
with me.

"Yes, but you've deserved it when I get mad like that 
with you. You hurt Sara, and I told you not to. I'll 
do everything I can to protect her."

"I've never said you were wrong."

Kim turned and blinked at me, giving me a long look I 
couldn't read before turning away and dropping her 
fries into the trash bag.



Chapter 18

"Can I ask what happened?" Jen asked, snapping the 
lid back onto her now empty salad. "Or would that be 
prying too much? I'm just curious."

"I think that would be prying too much right now," 
Sara said, staring at the last few bites of her 
burger before sighing and passing it to me. "This 
probably is something that should have been 
approached gradually, and maybe if I hadn't been 
stupid..."

She shook her head and pulled her knees up to press 
her face against them, not moving when Kim put her 
arms around her, leaning her into her and holding 
her.

"You're the one who's always telling me I'm not 
stupid, so does this make it my turn to tell you?" 
she asked, her face hidden in Sara's hair.

"You're cheating."

I couldn't see her face, but I could tell that got at 
least some smile out of her.

"If little sis isn't stupid, the super duper smart 
big sis isn't stupid, either. Don't call yourself 
that anymore, ok? Please? I love you."

Sara lifted her head, a small smile on her lips, and 
she brushed her hair back and out of her face while 
pulling Kim closer.

"Only if I get you to myself later. I hope that's not 
asking too much right now."

She gave Kim a hesitant kiss, testing how far off 
things still were, and Kim likewise hesitated, 
pulling away slightly but not enough to avoid the 
kiss entirely. There was a long pause between them 
before Kim moved in for a full kiss, and then Sara 
broke, snaking her arms around her sister's shoulders 
and clinging to her, giving her probably half a dozen 
happy, relieved kisses before burying her face 
against her shoulder. She shook as she cried.

"I don't want to lose you," she said through her 
tears. "Not ever. I was so afraid I had. Please don't 
leave me. I feel so stupid for what happened, after 
being so good for so long, but it just came out, and 
I don't know why."

"Sara," Kim prodded gently, but Sara kept babbling. 
"Sara. Hush. Please. I love you more than anything 
and I'm not leaving you. Please, Sara. What do you 
want me to say? What do you want me to do? I'm not 
good at this! I don't know!"

She turned her head as best she could and gave me a 
pleading look. I blew a kiss at her.

She nodded and turned back to Sara, brushing her hair 
back before grabbing hold of it at the back of her 
neck and pulling her head back. Sara stopped, 
surprised, when she was jerked back, and Kim planted 
her mouth firmly on her lips. Sara took a few seconds 
to shift gears and respond, but she did so with 
hungry enthusiasm once she did, and she dragged Kim 
on top of her as she leaned back onto the rest of the 
couch.

"I didn't-" Jen started abruptly before biting her 
tongue and just burying her face in her hands and 
sighing. "For fuck's sake. I've had more lesbo action 
in my living room the last few months than most 
people experience in their entire lives," she said to 
me through her hands. "I'm blaming you for this 
travesty, Mikey. You brought all these women here."

"I seem to recall you were the one who initiated your 
masturbation show with us," I replied evenly, 
watching Sara and Kim relax into each other as they 
slowed down.

"Still your fault."

"Hey, at least we're not in a shitty internet 
erotica," I laughed, turning my attention to Jen. 
"You'd be a lesbian, too. Or at least bi."

"Feels more like I'm the token straight girl right 
now. Fucking hell. This is absurd."

"I'd ask what's absurd, but clearly you've started 
without me again," Jason said from the living room 
entry, making us jump and startling Kim so badly she 
practically flew off Sara and almost fell off the 
couch. He shook a finger at Jen. "This is a bad habit 
to get into, woman."

"Jesus, Jas," Jen blurted, climbing to her feet and 
walking over to him while I hauled Kim into my arms, 
more to keep her in place than because she wanted the 
contact. "When the hell'd you get home?"

"Just now, I'm pretty sure." He gave me a nod, cast a 
mildly concerned look on Sara and Kim - both of whom 
wore faces of guilty nervousness - and then turned 
his attention back to Jen. "I do hope you were 
planning to invite me to the party, woman."

"Um, actually..." She went up on tiptoe, since he was 
a good half foot taller, and put her arms around his 
neck, tiptoeing backward and pulling him with her. 
"We, uh, kinda need you in this conversation."

He grabbed her hips and held her in place, raising 
his eyebrows at her.

"What's up, woman? You're gettin' weird on me here."

"I'm nervous. I wasn't expecting to have this 
conversation like this and I don't want you getting 
mad at me."

"What conversation? And get your arms down. You're 
heavy."

He pushed her back a step when she lowered her arms, 
and she slipped them around his chest instead. He 
rolled his eyes and looked at me, shaking his head 
and circling a finger beside his ear. He grabbed her 
hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up 
at him.

"What's this about, woman? You're not yourself, and I 
don't smell alcohol."

"I told them about us," she said simply, holding her 
breath.

He raised his brows even more at her, holding his 
position as much as she was holding hers.

"Really?" he said after a few seconds, tone clipped 
and more a statement than a question, and he looked 
my way for confirmation. I just nodded and he turned 
his attention back to Jen. "And what in all the hells 
possessed you to do that?"

"This isn't how I wanted to have this conversation, 
believe me. You know I'd picked up on little things 
between Sara and Kim at the party that had me 
wondering, and I was hoping I'd be able to talk just 
with Mikey first."

"I'd have preferred that, too, but that obviously 
didn't happen. What did?"

"Sara made a comment during lunch this afternoon and 
had a panic attack. The way she reacted had me pretty 
sure I was right, so I asked if her and Kim are 
involved. I had to do something to reassure her I 
wasn't going to tell anyone."

He gave her an unhappy stare, reaching his free hand 
around to take hold of her hands, keeping his other 
gripped in her hair.

"So you told her about us. It wasn't enough that we 
trust Mike and they trust him?"

"That wouldn't have helped her panic attack. She 
needed something from me personally, not something 
based on a friendship we only just started. She knows 
Mike, but she doesn't know me well enough to trust me 
like that."

She was silent, and she waited for him to work 
through the ramifications of the situation, holding 
as still as he was. After a few minutes, he pulled 
her hands down and away and spun her around, giving 
her ass a hard smack. She let out a surprised yelp 
and covered her ass with her hands, turning to look 
at him with round eyes and gaping mouth.

"I put my stone firmly in the unhappy corner," he 
said, moving past her and claiming the recliner. She 
settled on the floor in front of him, looking up at 
him and sitting cross-legged.

"Are we ok?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers in 
her lap.

"We have some serious talking to do later, and I 
expect you know why."

She pursed her lips and nodded, then draped over one 
of his legs. He leaned on one arm of the recliner, 
chin in hand.



Chapter 19

"I must admit, of everyone who could find out about 
me and Jen, you three are the ones I'm least worried 
about," Jason said after some minutes of silence, Jen 
wrapped around one of his legs. He studied Sara and 
Kim, who were leaning against each other now, 
practically clinging. "You two are holding up 
alright? This can't be easy for you."

Sara and Kim looked at each other, Kim shaking her 
head and Sara impassive.

"We're still really stressed about it," Sara said, 
crossing one arm under her breasts. "We were caught a 
few times when we were little, but only by our mom, 
and she seems ok with it, but we've learned from that 
to be really careful about making sure people don't 
know."

"That's what got me kicked out," Jen said, a pinched 
look on her face. "Mom caught Jas and me making out 
after we'd had a little too much to drink together. 
That wasn't a happy blow up."

"What she actually means is they disowned us," Jason 
said, grimacing. "It was hard on both of us, and we 
almost didn't come out of it talking with each other. 
What saved us, me and Jen, and I mean this in the 
family sense as much as any other, is Jen didn't have 
anywhere to go. You can't live with someone without 
talking with them."

"Why didn't you tell me about this when it happened?" 
I asked, throwing a crumpled wrapper at Jen. "I would 
have convinced my parents to let you move in if you 
needed somewhere, to hell if my mom's still hung up 
about what we did six years ago."

Jen frowned and throw the wrapper back at me.

"It's been too hard to talk about, Mikey. I lost my 
family and-"

"So I'm not family?" Too sharp, too harsh, but that 
was a barb that hit unexpectedly deep, and I had to 
punch back a surge of unreasonable, undeserved anger.

"No! That isn't what I meant! Fuck, Mikey, you and 
Jas are all I have now, but it's been so damn hard 
and I haven't been able to figure out how to talk 
with you. It's like... like... There aren't any 
words, Mikey. None. I'm sorry I never told you, and 
it's one of the things I've fucked up, and I wish so 
hard I could go back and change it, but please 
understand. Can you give me time? That's all I'm 
going to ask for. You know the rest will come. It 
always does."

I slid off the couch and stumped across the floor on 
my knees, stopping in front of Jen and hauling her up 
to give her a tight hug. She returned it even 
tighter, breathing against my shoulder while we held 
each other.

"True family won't turn their back on you, you know," 
I said, quiet against her ear. I didn't notice I was 
crying until I felt water slide down my nose.

"I know you won't," she said, pulling back. She 
laughed a bit and raised a hand to wipe at my eyes. 
"Tears for me? I'm touched. And glad. Thank you." She 
hugged me again before shoving me backward. "Go back 
to your lovers. They need you, too. I'll be ok."

I nodded and gave her hand a squeeze before turning 
back to Sara and Kim. Kim looked lost, adrift and 
pensive, and Sara was looking at me, full of 
questions alongside everything else that had 
happened. Sara pulled me down beside her so she was 
between Kim and me, then wrapped her arms around Kim 
and I wrapped mine around her.

"Does anyone else want to reveal any more ways I've 
fucked up?" Jen asked, hugging her knees. "Yes? No? 
Now's the time to do it."

"How'd you do it?" Sara asked instead, laying her 
head against Kim's. "Work things out, I mean. I can't 
imagine having to go through something like that. Our 
mom's ok with what we do, and we're not sure if our 
dad knows, but mom would win any fight about it, I 
think, so we probably don't have to worry we'd get 
disowned or anything."

"It's something we're still working on," Jason said, 
and Jen continued.

"There's a lot of guilt about it for us because of 
what happened with mom and dad. It broke our family 
apart pretty damn bad. Your mom might be 
understanding, but don't assume that's enough. Mikey 
knows how hippy and free love our parents are, and 
that didn't save us when they found out about me and 
Jas. We try to go back to being just brother and 
sister, and it works for a while, but then we start 
feeling like we're neglecting each other and it goes 
from there."

"We're in one of our on-again phases, which is 
actually because of you two." Jason pointed at Sara 
and me. "Everything that happened at the party is 
rippling, all butterfly in a hurricane like. The 
threesome with you, and then Jen and me waking up 
wrapped together was what did it. She sent Kit home a 
lot earlier than usual and we spent time talking."

"But why do it if you feel guilty and it got you 
disowned?" Kim asked, shifting to a more comfortable 
position against Sara.

"Why do you and Sara do it?" Jason shrugged. "There's 
a lot of reasons, but it all comes back to loving 
each other too much to let go, doesn't it? And we're 
more comfortable with each other than we are with 
anyone else. We're the safe place we can come back to 
when we need it."

"I don't know if any of this is even helpful for you 
two, to be honest," Jen said, brushing her hair back 
out of her face. "Everything that's happened today 
has been a huge mind fuck for me, and I'm having a 
hard time keeping myself together right now."

"Like you're the only one," Kim snapped. "I'm trying 
really, really hard not to leave right now. Sara's 
the only reason I'm staying. I don't want to leave 
her."

Jen nodded and swiveled to face us fully, her back to 
Jason.

"What would make this easier for you? I don't want us 
not being friends, or at least not friendly. I know I 
can be a bitch, but I try really hard to not be a 
cunt."

Kim frowned and gave Jen a dark look.

"You can't give me what I want right now."

"I can't change today. I'm sorry. I would have done 
it already if I had that power."

"I don't know that you'd be a wise choice for such 
power," Jason said, tilting her head backward until 
she was looking at him upside down. "You'd be a super 
villain rather than a super hero."

"Shut up, wench," she said, smacking one of his hands 
and pulling her head free of his grip. "We're having 
a serious discussion here. No geekery allowed."

"We're already in a shitty internet erotica," I said. 
"Adding super powers wouldn't make it any worse."

Jason stared at me for a few seconds before saying, 
"I always miss the damn in jokes."

"Only by a second or two. You walked in right after."

"Can we go?" Kim asked, lifting her head from Sara to 
look at me, her tone brooking no answer but yes. "I 
want time alone with Sara and you. Talking like this 
isn't..." She mimed her head exploding with one hand. 
"I can't. It's fucking with my head. I just want you 
two right now."

I nodded and laid a hand on Sara's shoulder, 
squeezing gently.

"What about you, love?" She just shrugged and lifted 
one of her hands to mine.

"I'm ok doing my thinking here or at home," she said, 
squeezing my hand. "But I don't want Kim 
uncomfortable, so if we're ok to go?" She lifted her 
head and looked at Jen and Jason.

"Can I have Mikey at some point tomorrow?" Jen pled 
in return, cocking her head to the side. "I still 
have stuff I want to talk with him about."

"Can't you talk with Jason?" Kim demanded, a bit too 
sharp. To her credit, Jen managed to ignore the tone.

"I have, but I need to talk with Mikey, too."

"Can it wait a few days?" I asked, moving my hand 
from Sara's shoulder to Kim's.

Jen resumed hugging her knees, going quiet and 
thinking.

"Yeah, it can wait," she said after a minute. "I'm 
sorry. I know you're not going to go anywhere. I'm 
just a lot of nerves right now. I'm not trying to 
make things harder for you three. I feel like this 
was an all-around cluster fuck."

"Can't change it now," Sara said before Kim could get 
anything out. "We just have to move forward and get 
things worked out in our own ways. Kim does that 
better in private." She turned to look at Jen. "Me or 
Mike will get in touch when we have stuff settled 
with the three of us? Is that ok?"

"Take as long as you need to, girl," Jason said. 
"We're not going anywhere unless we get abducted by 
aliens from some weird borg cube piloted by Jesus."

"You are such a fucking geek." Jen sighed and rolled 
her eyes, shaking her head. "That's fine, Sar. I'll 
give you three your space at school and do my thing 
with Kit, if he's around."

"Ok," Kim said, clambering to her feet and tugging on 
Sara's hands to try and get her up. "We're done here. 
Let's go."

"I'm coming, already!" Sara cried, letting Kim drag 
her to her feet, stopping for a second to give me a 
kiss before Kim hauled her off. "Meet you at the car, 
love."

Jen stood and came up to me, wrapping her arms around 
me and hugging tight, and I returned it, holding her 
as she let go and looked up at me.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey," she said, sighing. "That was a 
lot more stressful than I ever wanted it to be. I 
can't tell if it helped or just made things worse."

"That makes two of us." I pursed my lips and shook my 
head. "We'll get this all worked out, but expect some 
weirdness for a little while. I'll leave you a note 
in the morning so you know how the night went."

"Ok. I'm going to be worrying all night that I fucked 
things up for you. Is it weird I'm less worried I 
might lose you because of all this than things with 
them will fall apart? I feel like I've done nothing 
but hurt everyone lately."

"I don't know." I sighed. "Not as much as it might 
seem, I hope." I nodded toward the front door. 
"They're coming to terms with it already, I think, so 
it's just a matter of details. Sara's good at talking 
sense with Kim. I just don't know how long it will 
take."

"Take as long as you need. I mean it. We've gone 
months without talking and been fine, and I don't 
want you fucking up your relationship with them for 
my sake. If there's anything I can do for them that 
would make it easier, have them let me know. Or you 
can pass it along. I mean that, too. I don't want 
them hating me, even though I probably deserve it 
after this."

"I don't plan on jeopardizing anything. And I'll pass 
that along. I'll see you in a few days, if I can."

She nodded and we hugged again. Sara and Kim were 
holding each other in a hug when I stepped out, both 
of them quiet. They didn't move, so I joined them, 
wrapping my arms around them and kissing their 
cheeks.

"Home or my place?" I asked, looking back and forth 
between them.

"Up to you, hon," Sara said, placing her forehead 
against Kim's. "Where do you feel more comfortable?"

"Home in bed with you is my safe place," she said, 
unusually subdued. "And Mr. Man can join us if he 
wants to."

"I appreciate the hospitality," I said, running a 
finger along her cheek.

"You belong with us, Mr. Man. I won't turn you out, 
even if I do get mad with you sometimes." She stepped 
out of the hug and grabbed our hands, tugging on 
them. "Now let's go. Please. I need to be home and 
safe with you two."

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with 
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't 
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a 
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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