“What’s with the ‘Pretty Boy’ thing?” I’d never considered myself to be pretty exactly, and the reference seemed odd to me.
“I dunno. I just fits you.” Then, challenging me playfully, “You got a problem with it?”
I just shook my head happily. “Not at all.”
She rested her head on my chest for a few moments before saying, “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that.”
My eyes went wide in surprise and confusion. “Which part?”
“I’ve never swallowed before. Never liked anybody enough.” I was flabbergasted. She lifted her head up to look at me again, and without being too intense, said, “I really like you, Dean.”
She was getting to me. “Come here,” I said as I pulled her face to mine, kissing her passionately. I tasted my sex in her mouth, and my tongue began searching for more as my member twitched hopefully. “I really like you too, Kim.”
Her eyes lit up and she hugged herself against me as best as she could, considering she was still laying on me, and I wrapped my arms around her.
I could have lain there like that for hours, but Kim had other plans.
“Come on,” she said. “Ashley’s making breakfast.” She threw the blanket from us and rolled off me to land with her feet on the floor before she grabbed my hand, dragging me to the side of the bed. Her strength impressed and excited me.
She led me by my hand downstairs to the kitchen to find Ashley in her nightshirt making pancakes, and she appeared to be all business, a look of utter focus dominating her expression. She had already fried up a plate of bacon and some sausage. When she saw us, she dropped her spatula on the counter and her face exploded with girlish joy as she ran at me and screamed, “Dean!” She landed on me so hard I thought she’d knock me over as she wrapped her arms around me, trying to squeeze the life from me. I hugged her back, trying to maintain secure footing.
“Good morning, Ashley,” I said before she escaped back to the stove and flipped a pancake.
“I trust you found your wakeup call to your satisfaction.” She was smiling slyly at me.
I looked at Kim as I answered, “I did. I absolutely did.” Kim shared Ashley’s smile as I turned back to the chef. “So, you cook, too?”
“Just breakfast,” she answered. “I don’t do it very often, but today seemed like a good day for it.”
It occurred to me that I could not have fantasized a better morning… Except for the age thing. I just could not seem to let it go. I no longer had any reservations about the girls’ ages, but the fact still remained that I was breaking the law repeatedly. Perhaps it was good that it was always there; perhaps it would keep me sharp and careful.
I looked at the clock on the wall to see that it was nearly 1:00. I asked Kim as she sat down on a stool, “How long have you two been up?”
She thought for a moment before answering, “About an hour.”
I shook my head with the realization of the difficulty they would have tomorrow. “It’s gonna be a bitch for you two tomorrow morning, getting up for school.” Working in the evenings, I had no concern for myself whatsoever. On the other hand, I suspected the girls would be like the walking dead through classes tomorrow. Then, another thing occurred to me. “Don’t you ladies have finals or special shit going on or anything like that? You know, end of the year stuff?” I had no idea when the last day of school was.
“Nope. That’s next week. And I don’t think we’ll have too much of a problem tomorrow, as long as we’re in bed by two.” She didn’t seem concerned in the slightest.
Ah, to be young again…
“How do you like your eggs,” Ashley asked as she retrieved the carton from the refrigerator.
I had to think about it; I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a proper breakfast. “Uh, scrambled, I guess?” Why couldn’t I remember how I liked my eggs? Bizarre.
“Okay. Also, there’s juice and stuff in the fridge. Help yourself.”
One girl had awakened me with a blow job while the other was cooking me breakfast, and I had done… Absolutely nothing. While I was nearly certain that most guys would be perfectly content with this situation, I was not. “Is there any way I can help, anything I can do?”
Ashley smiled as she shook her head, so I turned to Kim. “Can I get you a glass of juice or something?”
“Oh, a great big glass of orange juice would be awesome. Thank you, Dean.”
I nodded my head at her and asked Ashley where to find glasses. I was deep in contemplation as I poured the juice. While I wasn’t really scared anymore, I was mindful of the emotional connection I was forming with the girls, and I knew that if I wasn’t careful, I could very well fall for one or both of them.
Then I started thinking about a hypothetical polyamorous relationship with the two. Were the girls falling in love? Were they already in love? Were they even capable of knowing what love is? I was nineteen the first time I fell in love, but I’d always heard that girls mature faster than boys. I realized I had stepped out my depth with these thoughts, and it was probably best I just tried to forget about it for now.
I found myself standing at the counter with two full glasses of juice and the bottle in my right hand. I had no idea how long I’d been there, starting blankly out the window. I looked at the girls to find them both scrutinizing me intently. I knew I had the deer in the headlights look.
Kim spoke first. “What the fuck are you doing?” Ashley laughed.
I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, I just got caught up in my brain.” A short and vague response seemed like the best course of action. I put the bottle of juice away and took Kim’s juice to her.
“What were you thinking about?” Kim just couldn’t play along.
“Nothing.” Please let it go; please let it go; please let it go…
“Bullshit. What were you thinking about?” Then she sprang an ultimatum. “Tell me, or I’ll tie you up and tickle you until you piss yourself.”
My eyes were wide as I said, “Well, that’s new.” I couldn’t tell if she was serious, and I was becoming a little uncomfortable. Ashley had finished cooking, and was watching us as she brought us our plates of heaping breakfast foods.
“Well?” Kim was not going to let me get away.
“Okay.” I had to be careful about how to put it together for them. “Don’t panic, but it’s about what we talked about last night, okay? I’m not going back on anything I said, I’m just curious about some things you said. Okay?”
Kim hadn’t changed her facial expression, and I took that to mean that she was listening with an open mind. So far, so good.
“Last night,” I looked at Ashley as I continued, “you said that you and Kim are more than friends. What, exactly, does that mean? I mean, I know you have sex, but is there some kind of emotional significance to what you said?” I prayed I’d been clear enough.
Neither one of them said anything. After several moments, they looked at each other, then Ashley said half-jokingly, “Good job, Kim.”
“Well shit, Ashley. I didn’t think he was going there. How was I supposed to know.” They were still looking at each other, asking each other silent questions.
Finally, Ashley spoke. “I love Kim, and she loves me…” I nodded, encouraging her to continue. “When we started sleeping together, we both felt like we were the best friend each other had ever had. And we talked about how we felt about each other.” She stopped again for several seconds, apparently trying to find the right words. “We, uh… We just kind of agreed that… We just are… It is what it is, and it doesn’t matter what we call it.”