The girls were talking about weaknesses on their volleyball team. I didn’t hear a word. I just watched them in awe as I munched on really good chocolate chip cookies. The dynamics of their relationship fascinated me. Save the one incident early in the evening, they were content to share me, and there didn’t seem to be any jealousy.
Suddenly, I remembered something. “Ashley, tell me about your boyfriend.”
The girls looked at each other, clearly unprepared for this discussion. They seemed to be silently voting on who got to tell me what.
Finally, Ashley spoke up. “Chris.”
Kim interrupted, “What a dipshit.”
Ashley shot Kim a look of irritation as she continued, “He’s an artist, sort of.” She seemed unclear as to how to proceed. “We got together a few months ago. I liked him because I thought he was deep.” Kim chuckled before Ashley cut her off. “Yeah, I know.” Then back at me, “He’s not deep. More like moody. We’re done, I just haven’t told him yet.”
Kim got excited. “Oo, can I tell him? Please?”
Ashley just looked at her. “Kim doesn’t like him.”
“Aw, what gave me away?” Kim was trying not to laugh.
“Well, every time I mention him you say, ‘What a dipshit.” She started shaking her head.
“Well, he is a dipshit. Seriously, Dean, he’s a fucking moron.” Kim was getting pretty intense, now. “He wears a fucking derby and suspenders, like he’s a fucking extra in Clockwork Orange or some shit.” I knew she was serious about this kid because she was tossing expletives like candy in a parade.
I’d heard enough about the dipshit. “What about you, Kim? Do you have a dude?”
Her smile began fading quickly. Ashley answered for her. “Kim doesn’t have particularly good luck with guys.”
I found this impossible. “No fucking way. How could you not have your pick of dudes?” Kim was a viking goddess, and I did not believe that she couldn’t find a good man… Or boy. I was still wrestling with semantics.
Kim spoke begrudgingly, “Well, Dean, I’m so tall that the only guys who are ever interested in me are big jocks, and they’re all dicks.”
I had to think back to when I was in school to put two and two together, but it made sense, and I felt sorry for her. “Kim, men are idiots and assholes. How tall are you?”
“Six one,” she answered.
“Okay, you’re four inches taller than me.” Then I looked her in the eye to be clear about my intention as I said, “If I saw you on the street, I’d come on to you in a heartbeat.” I meant it.
Her smile returned. She paused before speaking, “That’s why I like you, Dean. That, and you make me wet.”
I smiled back at her. “I’m always happy to oblige.” Ashley laughed.
We talked for a little longer about things meaningful and inconsequential before I started yawning. I turned to Ashley, “So I’m sleeping with you?”
She was looking at Kim when she answered, “Yep.”
“Well, I’m about to pass out again.” I really was. I asked, “Where are we sleeping?”
Both girls turned to me with looks of disbelief before Kim spoke. “You know, Dean, for such a smart guy, you can be a real dumbass sometimes.”
It took me a few seconds to make the connections before I figured it out. “Oh, we’re all sleeping… Together… We’re all in the same…” Then, with a thumbs-up, “Got it.” I didn’t know how I could’ve missed that one. Perhaps I was just too tired. Or, more likely, I had just been a dumbass like Kim suggested.
They continued staring at me in astonishment until I spoke again. “Can we go there now?”
Ashley laughed as Kim shook her head, saying, “Let’s go,” and we made our way upstairs.
Ashley asked, “When do you work tomorrow?”
As tired as I was, I didn’t have to think before answering, “Seven to midnight. I need to be there by six forty-five, so if you can get me home by five or so, that should be good.”
A few moments passed before Kim spoke, “Fuck it, we’ll just take you to work and pick you up after, and you can stay with us again tomorrow night.”
I didn’t think about it too much before deciding it was a good plan. “Okay, then just get me there by six forty-five.” I had pulled the covers back on the bed before I somehow remembered my medication. I was about to speak when I turned around to find Ashley standing behind me with a pill and a glass of water. My chest filled with appreciation for her as I took her face between my hands and kissed her softly.
“You are amazing,” I whispered in her ear. She grinned giddily as I took her offerings and thanked her.
Kim had disrobed again and was moving to the other side of the bed as I asked, “Okay, who’s sleeping where? I mean, what’s the arrangement?” The girls apparently hadn’t thought of this part, as they looked at each other for the answer.
Ashley finally spoke to both of us. “I guess Dean will sleep in the middle? Does that sound right?” Kim nodded unsurely before Ashley continued at me. “Like I said, we’ve never done this before, so…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I assured her as I heard birds chirping in the dark outside. I soon found myself centered in the bed on my side. Ashley had cuddled up in front of me as she had the night before, and Kim was behind, holding me as I was holding Ashley. I smiled in the dark, utterly content.
“Goodnight, girls.”
n spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.
SUNDAY
XXIV. I was on my back, and one of the girls had made her way between my legs under the covers. My eyes closed, I didn’t sense the other girl on the bed as my flaccid manhood was enveloped by either Ashley’s or Kim’s mouth. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the safe anonymity of the moment as someone was quickly sucking me into erection.
She started slowly, but was becoming more aggressive. It didn’t take long before I was completely solid, and she began bobbing her head up and down on me with such speed that I could not keep track of her strokes. I’d never had anyone attack me with such ferocity, and I suspected it was Kim who was assaulting me.
She slowed, and was sucking with incredible intensity as she slowly moved up and down my shaft. She sucked me down to the hilt for several seconds before resuming her initial shock-and-awe attack strategy. She continued for several minutes, alternating between tactics, before I felt my climax quickly approaching.
“I’m going to come,” I said softly. She stopped with half my spear trapped in her mouth and started simply sucking as hard as she could, her tongue stroking the underside rhythmically. I came almost immediately as she continued to suck my sex from me, her tongue massaging me every time she swallowed. Though my orgasm was not intense, it was immensely satisfying. Once my initial pulses finished, she relaxed her suction until finally she was merely pulling on my deflating manhood.
Once she was satisfied that no more of my fluids were forthcoming, she pulled from me silently and slid up my body, emerging from under the blanket. It was Kim, just as I’d imagined.
She smiled and said, “Good morning, Pretty Boy,” before blessing me with a quick kiss, and I smiled back at her.