Summer Surprise

Matt, Dianne and Chloe become a regular threesome to the point Chloe abandons her bed. Marty stands up for Chloe, then upsets Yolanda. While this is still a Romance, it fits more in the category of group sex. This chapter contains group sex, including double penetrations, anal sex, regular sex, pegging, lesbian sex and oral sex. There is no STD’s and COVID-19 in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.

 

A Summer Surprise, Pt 5

 

A couple days after the Memorial when Matt got home from work and Chloe finished working on adjusting the Memorial for the theater, Chloe was laying in bed with the two of them, naked as usual, but before sexual play had started.

“Dianne, have you ever had anal sex?”

“No, have you?”

“Yes.”

“With Matt?”

“No, with Monica. We were quite adventurous in the bedroom. In addition to the bondage we tried based upon the recommendation of Ethel and Georgina, we tried quite a few things.”

“With a strap-on?”

“Not to start. After reading up on it, we decided we should prepare for it first. We used anal plugs to get our bottoms used to having something in them, stretching it out.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Matt asked.

“We both did. The anus has a surprisingly large number of nerve endings, nearly as many as a clitoris. Once we got used to it, we enjoyed it.”

“Are you suggesting I might like getting fucked in the ass?” Dianne asked.

“It’s a definite possibility, if you’re prepared first.”

“So you think you should prepare me the same way?”

“Not just you. Matt too.”

“Wait a minute,” Matt said.

“Don’t be a pussy, Matt. Last night, you fucked Dianne while she and I sixty-nined. Tonight, I expect you to fuck me the same way. She shouldn’t be the only one to have all the fun. If we prepare her ass for anal sex, eventually you’ll fuck her ass while we’re licking pussy and likely mine too. If I enjoyed it with Monica, I’ll probably enjoy it with you. If we’re going to do this thing, we’re going to be a full threesome. Even if I’m more into it because of Dianne, I always enjoyed sex with you. If we’re both going to get fucked in the ass, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be too.”

“Except I’m not gay.”

“What’s that got to do with it. A man isn’t going to be fucking your ass, one of us will, probably me, as Dianne is more likely to suck your cock while you’re getting the ream job. You know the prostate is a pleasure point, both helping you become erect and to cum faster, and if we’re going to do it for you, you can do it for us.”

“She’s got a point, Matt,” Dianne said. “The thought of shoving a big cock up your ass kind of turns me on.”

“What if it hurts?”

“It’s the same for all of us. If something hurts, we stop and don’t do it. If I thought it would hurt you, I wouldn’t suggest it. I’m eventually thinking we could do a double penetration of Dianne and me, with one of us wielding the strap-on and the other hole gets the cock.”

“If I enjoy anal sex, that sounds like it could be fun,” Dianne said.

“I’m also thinking of a Matt sandwich, where he’s fucking one of us while one of us is fucking him.”

“Sounds delicious. I like sandwiches.”

“So what’s it going to be, fight fans. Are we going to do this or not?”

“Please, Matt,” Dianne said. “If I’m going to take your prick up the poop chute, which is larger than Chloe’s strap-on, you should easily be able to accept her toy.”

“When did you see Chloe’s strap-on?”

“She came out to the kitchen for a drink of water while wearing the thing when I was studying. I mean it was about seven inches long, but you had it by an inch in length and some in the diameter too.”

“You do have a robust roto-rooter, Matt,” Chloe said.

“I can’t believe you’re talking me into this,” Matt said.

“I’ll go get the starter plugs and the lube.” Chloe hopped up and went to her bedroom.

“Matt, generally speaking, are you okay with what we’re doing; the threesome thing?”

“I love you and Chloe is Chloe. We both love her. You’re both beautiful and amazing women. It seems like it should be wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way at all. I’m enjoying every second.”

“Me too. I’m having so many orgasms, it feels like Christmas.”

“With a birthday thrown in.”

“Exactly. I never imagined another woman could be so much fun.”

“I heard that, lady and gent,” Chloe said, entering the room carrying what she needed. She dumped it on the bed. They saw two metal plugs and some lube. “I’m always fun. The reading material we read before exploring anal sex recommended always using glass or metal plugs because they were easier to clean and therefore, never started smelling funky. We decided to use metal, so we didn’t have to worry about sitting on them, though glass would probably work unless you fell on your tailbone. Tomorrow, during class, you will be sitting on them. Tomorrow night, we’ll move you up to the next largest size.”

“Just exactly how big is that thing?” Matt asked.

“We’re starting with one and a half inches in diameter, and you’ll go in quarter inch increments up to two for Matt and two and a half for Dianne.”

“Why larger for me?”

“Matt is bigger than my strap-on. If he’s going to anally fuck you, you need to be prepared for a larger object in your bum. I figure 12 to 24 hours with each size and you should be ready for your first ass fucking in a few days. Who’s first?”

“I’ll do it, to show Matt it’s not so bad.”

“On all fours on the bed. Let me grease you up and slide it in.”

Dianne got on all fours and felt some cool liquid on her pucker before Chloe rubbed all around her crinkled star, and even pushing a little into her back door. To be honest, Robert had fingered her there occasionally while having sex doggy style and it had felt pretty good, though it was a far cry from a finger to the thing Chloe planned to insert. After being slicked, Dianne felt the tip of something cold against her skin.

“Unclench and relax, perhaps spread your legs a little more, and this should go right in,” Chloe instructed.

Dianne did so and felt the object spread her anal opening, pushing deeper and deeper. It suddenly reached the maximum spread, then it popped in and almost locked against her pucker. It felt odd and maybe slightly uncomfortable, though Dianne felt she’d get used to the feeling.

“How does it feel?” Matt asked, knowing he was up next.

“Not bad. It’s an odd sensation, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Come on, big boy. Assume the position. Let’s get you plugged,” Chloe said, grinning ear to ear.

Matt did as she requested and soon found Chloe smearing him with the same lube. When he felt the metal against his pucker he clenched.

“If I could force this in against that muscular ass, it would hurt like hell,” Chloe said. “Relax, that’s right, a little more. Almost there.”

As Matt relaxed, he felt more and more of the plug going in. One last push and he felt his sphincter close around it. As Dianne said, it wasn’t bad, a bit uncomfortable like he had to use the crapper. His cock was feeling some excitement though. He was half erect and as soon as Dianne started to touch him, it was a raging hard-on.

“That bad boy is going into my cunt, Matt, while you’re licking my lady bits, Dianne. Keep your legs spread for me as I’m going to play a bit with your plug, get you used to some movement in there while you’re cumming.”

Dianne laid on the bed and Chloe got over her.

“Are you sure about this, Chloe?” Matt asked as he lined up behind her.

“I’m sure. You saw how hard Dianne climaxed last night. I have no problem cumming like that. It’s not like you haven’t fucked me before.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“I was on an IUD. It lasts for five years. I never had it removed.”

Chloe lowered her head to Dianne’s pussy and her hips to her mouth, just before Matt pushed his big salami right into her wet core.

“Oh, fuck!” Chloe moaned. “You’re so much bigger than my strap-on. I forgot how much you filled me. You feel like a baseball bat.”

“Do you want me to pull out?” Matt asked.

“Are you kidding? No fucking way. Sometimes big is better. How are you doing down there, Dianne?”

“Better if you’d stop talking and start licking.”

Chloe laughed and she attacked that neatly trimmed pussy of Dianne’s like a barracuda, making Dianne moan enthusiastically. Chloe gave it a few minutes, until after Dianne had a barn burner of an orgasm, then Chloe began to play with the plug in Dianne’s ass, tugging it out enough to stretch the muscular rim, then pushing it back in. Due to the relatively short length of the plug, she wasn’t really being fucked with it in the normal sense of the word. But it was going in and out about an inch and substantially tugging and stretching her tight pucker. It felt odd, but surprisingly good, especially combined with Chloe’s tantalizing tongue dancing with her clit.

Dianne’s orgasms got longer, the interval between them shorter, and waves of pleasure rolled through her, followed by ripples of aftershocks which made her orgasms seem to run together. Dianne didn’t have near the expertise as Chloe in pleasing a woman, but Matt’s cock was doing a bang up job of making up for any lack on Dianne’s part, so her face was inundated with fresh rivulets of Chloe’s cum at regular intervals. Being in such close proximity to Chloe and Matt’s joining was interesting in itself. She’d never been so close to someone else fucking before and inches from her eyes, Matt’s tube steak was squelching into Chloe’s tight twat, then reversing itself, looking as if it was pulling her vagina out with it. Not to mention the heavy balls rolling over her forehead.

It was erotic in a way Dianne couldn’t begin to describe, and with so many of her senses swamped with the sensations of sex, she had no problem detonating in one gigantic orgasm after another. Even more amazing was Matt’s guttural grunting signaling his release and the bird’s eye view of his pulsing prick depositing a heavy load of cream in Chloe’s cunt. Nor was she particularly offended when his throbbing stopped, his shaft shrunk and he pulled out, leaving a freshet of salty sperm trickling out of Chloe’s dewy sheath. She gobbled it up as if taking it from the manly source itself. Only when Chloe seemed relatively clean to her discerning eyes, did she gasp and stop licking. Chloe stopped shortly after, taking a few brief strokes of the tongue to lap any liquids she might have previously missed.

Chloe rolled off her and the three of them were panting fairly hard as they collapsed.

“Oh my,” Dianne said. “That was something.”

“Did my diddling of your derrière enhance the experience for you?” Chloe asked. “It seemed to. You were cumming often enough.”

“I was very satisfied,” Dianne said.

“Wait until tomorrow night when Matt’s cock is sharing space with a slightly larger plug. I suspect you’ll be singing like a canary. When we get to your larger size, Dianne, I might wish to join you to prepare for Matt’s hot dog in my buns. Now, leave that baby in there except to defecate. If you do, pull it out, wash it, and put it back in.”

The two women cleaned up all the cum on Matt’s cock before they curled up together to sleep, Matt with a good handful of one of Dianne’s breasts, while one of Chloe’s hands cupped her pussy.

******

Both Matt and Dianne got up after Chloe left. It felt odd to be walking around campus all day with the plugs inside them and they had to be careful sitting down on any hard seats as the plug would clunk. They found themselves getting used to the sensation. Constant usage ensured that.

Chloe was preparing for the two week run of the play based upon the Memorial. A lot of the same people who provided the voices of the other victims agreed to provide the voices for the Friday and Saturday night showings and the Sunday matinee, but she didn’t have anyone for the Monday through Thursday shows. The other people had their own lives to get back to eventually, and Chloe didn’t begrudge them, but wanted someone to do the other people, not read every story herself. She also didn’t have an unlimited number of mannequins to smash, nor a football field to work with, so Marty’s job was gone. She often went to the community theater before class, and again after class, getting the audio-visual set up she wanted for maximum impact.

To replace the mannequin’s job, she got photos of various bone breaks off the internet. She figured she could run through a series of shots showing the breaks instead of using the sledge on the dummy. Which also meant she had to reorder the slides, which meant a revised script.

At least once during the day, she texted Matt and Dianne to see how they were doing, getting positive responses from both.

Ethel called at one point before supper. “Hello, Chloe. Matt’s whole gang will be there for the opening. Don’t worry about beds. I’ve got hotel rooms for all of us. Georgina and I plan to speak up again when it’s time. How is everything going? I know Monday was rough on you.”

“By and large, it’s going fairly well. The changes I’m making are keeping me busy. My only real issue now is the other victims. The same crew will back me Friday, Saturday and Sunday, but not afterward. They’re all in school and can’t give up their nights for the next two weeks.”

“I see. Would you consider audience participation?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have a sign up in the theater offering tickets for half price to any audience member who volunteers for one of the speaking parts. Hand them their lines and when they’re supposed to jump in to read them.”

“That puts a financial burden on you,” Chloe said, “since you’re volunteering to pay full price for all the seats.”

“Actually, it works out for me. The weekend shows are going to have seats for all the cast paid fully by me. If the audience pays half to get in and fills those seats which would be fully paid for, I’m getting some money back.”

“Wow! That’s a great idea. Adding audience participation usually helps hold interest too.”

“Will anyone be home tomorrow to take delivery of some electronics? I’ve gotten that editing equipment I promised you.”

“I think Dianne is free tomorrow afternoon. I’ll verify and get back to you.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow night then. Good luck.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Thornhill.”

“You’re welcome, Chloe. I fully expect to see your name up in lights some day. It will be nice to say I was there when it all began.”

She confirmed Dianne would be at the apartment Friday afternoon after three and texted Ethel the delivery would be fine.

******

After supper, Chloe worked on the script some more while Matt and Dianne did their homework. Chloe was lucky to be getting some extra credit for her one woman shows because the past two weeks had been a disaster school wise. When it was time for bed, Chloe said it was time to trade up to a larger size. She removed the old plugs and plunged them into a bucket of soapy water and bleach for cleaning.

“Now’s the time for any bathroom breaks, boys and girls.”

Matt and Dianne used the facilities, showered and returned to bed. Chloe had already cleaned the previous plugs and had the next two larger sizes sitting on the bed.

“You first, Matt, since Dianne went first last night.”

Matt got on his hands and knees, felt Chloe playing around with his back door again, then another plug disappeared up his rectum. Like last night, he received enough stimulation to his prostate to feel his cock enlarging.

“We’ll put your last size in tomorrow before the play. You can sit on it while watching the play with your family,” Chloe said. “Dianne, you’ll have two more to go after tomorrow, unless you want to skip a size and go straight to two and a half.”

“Let’s see how tomorrow’s goes. If it’s not too bad, I might skip one.”

Dianne took Matt’s place and felt Chloe playing with her bottom, preparing it for the next size plug. It squeezed in almost as easily as the first and she was getting used to having the feeling of fullness inside of her.

“Since I played with your plug last night, Dianne, I’m playing with Matt’s tonight. Would you like his dick in your lunch box or mouth tonight?”

“What are you going to do for your pleasure?” Dianne asked.

“After Matt cums, I’ll probably ride your face while Matt licks you?”

“I kind of liked what Matt’s cock looked like while he was cumming in you last night. I think I want to get up close and personal again, since he’ll lick me afterward anyway.”

It was decided that Matt would lie on the bed and spread his legs slightly so Chloe could get between them and tug on his plug while Dianne put her head on his flat abs and sucked on his shaft. It took no time at all to get Matt all the way hard. She lazily sucked his cock and played with his sack while Chloe manipulated the plug. It didn’t take long for Matt to begin groaning.

“Damn that feels good and odd at the same time.”

Chloe smiled and continued working the plug in and out, not quite pulling it past the wide point before pushing it back in.

Matt growled, “Fuck, I’m going to cum already.”

Dianne pulled back until only the crown of his cock was inside her mouth and watched his balls draw up towards his groin and his cock flex over and over as her mouth filled with his hot, tasty cream. That didn’t take long, and very little work on her part, considering. Now it was Dianne’s turn to lie on her back and as Matt took care of her needs orally, Chloe rode her mouth to several satisfying orgasms. It was a nice contrast between the sperm she could still taste in her mouth and the nectar Chloe gave her.

After they finished, they all collapsed on the bed. Dianne noticed Matt had another erection.

She grabbed it. “I want to feel this in my pussy with that plug in my butt. Perhaps while I ride him, you can ride his face and check out Matt’s oral skills?”

“Matt always knew his way around a pussy. Women needed to get really excited before they let him use his club on them. He’s probably better than you at oral at the moment, though I expect you to catch up soon. There’s nothing like possessing a pussy in learning what makes pleasing one easy to figure out.”

Dianne laughed, then knelt over Matt’s thick stalk and started lowering herself over his cock. As Chloe had suggested, having both his prick and a plug in her was creating some marvelous sensations. She could feel them rubbing together, separated by two relatively thin membranes. As Matt’s cock went in and out, it pushed against the plug, making it move as well. She watched as Chloe settled over Matt’s face. They were facing each other and able to kiss and play with the breasts of the young woman in front of them.

Since Dianne was doing all the work of fucking herself on his cock, Matt could pay close attention to the fluid covered folds gracing his lips. Since he’d cum once already, Dianne was able to give herself a hell of a ride and a half dozen orgasms before she felt Matt throbbing another load deep inside her body. Wow! What a rush.

Chloe was kind enough to take care of Dianne’s cum soaked pussy while Dianne cleaned up Matt’s cock. It was creamy with both hers and Matt’s cum. All of them were exhausted enough to fall into a deep sleep.

******

Dianne was home when they delivered several boxes of electronics gear the following afternoon. She recognized a couple boxes from Apple, but not the rest of the things left there. The deliver driver pointed to the different boxes against the items listed on the invoice and had Dianne sign for it. Chloe got back at three and looked at the stuff.

“Holy crap!” Chloe exclaimed. “I didn’t think there would be this much stuff. This is amazing. Too bad I don’t have time to look at it all now. I’ve got to get ready for the opening. This is fantabulous. I’m excited. I swear I’d eat Ethel’s snatch right now if she was here and Georgina didn’t care.”

Dianne giggled. “Georgina might not care if you licked hers too.”

“If I had sex with Georgina, the only one of Matt’s family I wouldn’t have had sex with is Beth, well except for the asshole in prison now. How strange is that?”

“Pretty strange. What should we do with this?”

“I’m not sure. Probably have to unbox it to see how much actual space it takes up. Can’t do that until tomorrow. Let’s just shove it up against the wall for the moment. I put the next two plugs on my bed along with the lube. You’ll need to put them in yourselves before you come to the show. Wash the old ones thoroughly with soap and hot water and leave them in my bathroom. I’ll put them away later.”

Between the two of them, they were able to shove everything against the wall quickly, then Chloe got dressed and went to the theater for some last minute checks on the preparations for the show.

Matt arrived a few minutes after Chloe left.

“Who is that stuff for?”

“Ethel sent it for Chloe. I don’t know what most of it is at the moment. I recognize a couple boxes from Apple Computer, but unsure of the rest. We’ll look tomorrow when we have time. What time is your family arriving?”

“Unsure. I’ll text them.”

Matt sent a group text and Elaine answered. We plan to be there about 45 minutes before the show. We‘ll pick you up, supper afterward.

“They’ll be here around 6:15. They want to eat afterward.”

“How are you handling the butt plug?”

“It’s okay. I’m actually getting used to something being inside of me.”

“Same for me. Chloe said she left the next largest size on her bed for us to put in before we go to the play.”

“We’ll have to put them in before everyone gets here,” Matt said. “I certainly won’t do it while they’re here. That would weird me out no end.”

At 5:30, they both took a shower, removing the plugs in the shower and washing them. Dianne got the two larger ones from Chloe’s room and they took turns putting one in each other before putting on clothes.

“I wish we had time to screw around,” Matt said, admiring his handiwork. “Fucking you last night with that plug in was fantastic and you look so damn cute right now, it’s all I can do to resist your siren charms.”

Dianne wiggled her butt. “So you like me with a plug in my ass?”

“It is erotic as hell to watch.”

She wriggled again before standing up. “Has to wait until tonight, lover, then you can fuck hell out of me.”

They both got dressed and had a seat in the living room while waiting for Matt’s family. “This plug is a little more interesting than the last one when you sit down,” Matt said.

“Tell me about it. The play tonight is going to be something.”

Matt’s family got there and needed to use the bathrooms before heading to the play. Beth and Ethel headed for Chloe’s room and Elaine and Georgina went for Dianne’s. Ethel looked thoughtful when she came out.

“Matt, could I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure.” Matt joined her in Chloe’s doorway.

“It doesn’t look as though Chloe has slept in her bed for two weeks. Is she spending the night here?”

“How do you know that?”

“There’s a very light layer of dust on the bedspread. If you pull it down every night, it doesn’t collect like that.”

“Ethel, can you keep another secret?”

“How many do you have?”

“A few. I don’t know. Chloe started sleeping with Dianne and me after Monica died. She was just lonely, but last Friday night, we all ended up having sex together. More like Dianne and Chloe had sex and Dianne and I had sex, but it’s gotten more complicated than that since Monday.”

“All three of you? You’re now having sex with Chloe?”

“It’s pretty much a free-for-all at the moment, yeah.”

“Does that mean Dianne is bisexual?”

“I think she’s more Chloe-sexual. I don’t think she’s interested in other women. It’s just a Chloe thing. I think Chloe’s a little self-conscious because it’s so soon after Monica, but even though she’s not really in love with us, she does love us and wanted some closeness. I don’t think it will last. Either Chloe will find someone else or move away.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only Elaine because Chloe told her at your house.”

“Yes, I thought that was going to turn out to be a thing.”

“I don’t think Elaine is all that interested in women either. I think it’s more like Dianne. Kind of an ‘I’m interested in men but if you need someone, Chloe, I’m there for you’.”

“Goodness. She’s a force of nature. I can’t keep up with you young folk. So what’s it like?”

“A lot of fun, actually. All three of us are enjoying it.”

Ethel shook her head. “Well, you’re all theoretically grown-ups and capable of making informed decisions. I’ve got to say, this is a doozy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Beth asked coming out of the bathroom.

“All the things I bought for Chloe,” Ethel said, “trying to decide if it will all fit in here or have to go out in the living room.”

“What’s the verdict?”

“We’ll have to see how large the desk is when we put it together,” Ethel said. “We’re spending the night in a local motel and coming over tomorrow to feed you and put everything together.”

“Thanks for that, by the way,” Matt said, hugging her. “You’re the world’s best stepmom and fairy godmother, all rolled into one.”

“We’d better get going, or we will miss the beginning.”

******

The play was titled, ‘Monica Franklin and the Madison Massacre’. It was more focussed on Monica since she’d gone to school at La Crosse and the first thirty minutes were about Monica growing up, and how Chloe and Monica had met and fallen in love with one another after a previous production here at the Community Theater. There were large screens on either side of the stage for showing pictures as Chloe narrated, with some vignettes thrown in which Chloe acted from their year together.

Then came Monica planning the Madison Rally and asking Chloe to go.

“I can’t, babe. My next play opens in three weeks. I need to work on it, but I’ll be with you in spirit.”

The parting kiss the day Monica left. “Go get ’em, tiger. Show the world we’re just ordinary people too. I can’t wait until you get back.”

Chloe was crying up on the stage. Not fake tears, but the genuine article.

“She never came back to me.”

The screens going dark, then flashed bright with the footage from the rally. The sound of the reporters replaced by the sounds of a big engine revving, people screaming and gunshots. Chloe let it play to the end, then backed it up to the point where the truck hit Monica, and followed her body as it flew through the air.

“My fiancée, the love of my life, went from this beautiful woman,” flashing one of the last good pictures she had of Monica laughing in a restaurant on a date, “to this.” Chloe showed the crime scene photo, a battered, bloody thing lying in a heap. A collective gasp, half scream, in the theater. “This is what happens when you’re struck by a one and a half ton truck at sixty-five miles per hour and fly 163 feet through the air and land on the ground.”

Then she detailed the major broken bones, accompanied by gruesome images of what those things looked like individually, a loud snap with each one.

“My friend, my lover, my reason to get up in the morning, was buried in a cemetery overlooking Lake Michigan in Milwaukee this past Saturday, April 20, 2019 at the age of 22.”

“If that was the only loss that day, it would have been bad enough, but twenty-four other people lost their lives, another one dying this past week. Three remain in critical condition. This is also their story.”

A picture went up on the screen, someone stood up in the audience and read the lines which went with them, then left the theater. When they’d finished, there were a lot more empty seats.

The spotlight went back to Chloe.

“There is so much useless hatred in the world. So many people dying just trying a live a normal life filled with love and happiness. None of these people deserved to die. Since it was primarily a student rally, most of them were in their late teens and early twenties, but it ranged from one child of nine months, up to an old woman, age 62. Why? What did they ever do to hurt anyone? We’re not monsters. Please support gay rights and education. The next life you save may be your children, your brothers, your sisters, your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins.

“We’re doctors, lawyers, nurses, military, police, business men and women, actors, musicians, grocery store clerks, students like Monica Franklin who would have graduated this June if her life wasn’t cut short. If you have something to say in respect for the dead, please tell everyone.”

Ethel stood up and said, “My name is Ethel Thornhill. I’m a lesbian who came out of the closet this past Monday. Monica Franklin helped me make that decision.”

Every other one of Matt’s friends and family stood up and announced why they were there. Then others in the audience stood up. A lot of the people in La Crosse had known Monica or heard of her; some other students, some faculty, some other lesbians or gays whose lives she’d touched. Then people who knew someone who was not heterosexual who they voiced support for.

When they were finished, Chloe took a bow, said, “Thank you for your support for all those who died or who struggle with their sexual identity. Thank you, Monica, for close to a year of love and fantastic memories.” She blew a kiss up to heaven.

The theater went dark. It was quiet for several seconds, then the clapping began, finding a rhythm. Just clapping, no cheering. The lights came up and people began to file out.

“Let’s go find Chloe,” Dianne said. “She’s probably pretty wrung out after this.”

They made their way backstage and found Chloe crying with her head down on a dressing table. Georgina and Ethel went to her and gathered her up.

“Poor baby. Let’s get out of here and put some food in you,” Georgina said.

They went out to eat a quiet meal in one of the quieter of La Crosse restaurants. It wasn’t fine dining like the last time, more like a diner. Marty and Yolanda went with them since they’d both participated in the play. Marty was more subdued than usual.

“I didn’t get the full effect when I was running around out there on the field smashing things. Did a lot of that really happen to you and Monica?” Marty asked.

“Every word. If people know you’re a lesbian, about one out of 500 will say something shitty to you. Dyke is the least offensive thing they say.”

“That’s a bitch. I wasn’t aware shit like that happened. I’m sorry. I guess I don’t pay enough attention to things like that.”

“Thank you, Marty. I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I promise I won’t turn Yolanda into a lesbian now.”

Yolanda laughed. “You wish, sweetheart, though I do have to say you’re a swell kisser.”

The tone lightened up for the next fifteen minutes. There was a lot more laughter and pleasant conversation. It took a sudden turn.

A rough looking young man with a swastika tattoo and some scuzzy, dirty looking clothing came up to the table.

“Hey, are you that lesbian chick who just lost her fiancée in Madison?”

“That’s me,” Chloe said cautiously.

“Good riddance! Too bad Harley didn’t kill the whole fuckin’ lot of you.”

Marty leapt to his feet and smashed a heavy fist into the guys nose, breaking it and spattering blood everywhere. The guy landed on the floor like a load of bricks. Marty looked down at him, waiting to see if he’d get back up. Matt was beside him in an instant, looking around for anyone else who might be with him.

“You’re talking about my friends,” Marty said. “She may be a lesbian, but she’s ten times the human being you’ll ever be, so fuck you. Anyone else in here have something to say about my friends?” He was looking around. “Good, keep your God damn mouths shut.” He looked back down at the guy on the ground. “Get the fuck out of here or I’ll kick you half to death.”

The guy got up slowly, then scrambled away, holding his face.

“Wow, Marty! You are so going to get laid tonight,” Yolanda said.

“Can I come with?” Chloe said. “I’ve never had someone defend me physically before.”

“Are you still trying to get into my knickers?” Yolanda asked.

“Yes. Is it working?” Chloe smiled in answer.

Yolanda grinned. “Almost.”

Matt patted Marty on the back. “Wow, buddy. You took a stand on something besides sex. Marty with a social conscience. Will wonders never cease?”

“He pissed me off.” Marty said, sitting back down. “I’m sorry, Chloe. You don’t deserve that.”

“Nobody deserves it, Marty. It’s eventually going to happen to Ethel and Georgina too. They don’t deserve it either.”

“Shit! I guess that’s true. I didn’t even think. You’re just normal guys…well, women. You’re Matt’s Mom. I guess that’s all you’ll ever be to me, but now you’ll be married to Ethel.”

“I hope someone sticks up for us the way you stuck up for Chloe,” Ethel said.

“Me too,” Marty said. “You’re good people.”

“So are you, Marty,” Georgina said.

They broke up soon after; Matt, Dianne and Chloe walking back, Marty and Yolanda heading to their place and the others driving to their motel after telling Matt they’d be over around ten.

Before Marty and Yolanda left, Chloe gave Marty a soft kiss. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”

“No problem.”

“Yolanda, fuck him once for me,” Chloe said.

“I think Marty is going to get all the sex he can handle tonight,” Yolanda said, holding his arm. “I’m so proud of the big guy.”

“You should be. We’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Walking back to their apartment, Chloe said, “Is it okay if we don’t have sex tonight. I’m exhausted. Maybe just a cuddle and we’ll see how it goes in the morning.”

“That’s fine. By the by; Ethel figured out you weren’t sleeping in your bed. A fine layer of dust apparently on your comforter, apparently. She now knows you’re sleeping in Dianne’s bed with us.”

“What did she say? Dianne asked.

“Not much. Figured we’re all adults and able to make adult decisions. When Beth asked what we were talking about, Ethel said ‘where we were going to fit all that stuff that got delivered’.”

“I really like Ethel,” Chloe said.

“I do too,” Matt said. “As Marty would say, she’s good people, someone to go camping with.”

“Huh?” Chloe asked

“It’s something his dad told him once. Take a woman camping and you can figure out if they’re the right person to stand beside you all your life. Roughing it brings the worst out of people, and the best too. He brought all of his girlfriends camping to see if he was interested in them.”

“And here I always believed he thought with his dick.”

“If he was that shallow, I wouldn’t have remained his friend for so long. He just hides it well.”

“He sure showed his colors tonight, that’s for sure.”

“He sure did,” Matt said. “Yolanda wasn’t the only one proud of him tonight. Would you have gone with them if Yolanda said yes?”

“You don’t think you and Dianne are enough to handle me?” Chloe laughed.

“If anyone can be said to be handling you. You’re the most independent person I think I’ve ever met. Makes you fascinating and frustrating all at once.”

They arrived and immediately started stripping off their clothes. “Maybe we should alternate beds,” Chloe said. “Avoid dust build up and hide our relationship a little better.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Dianne said. “We’ll wash all the bedding and start fresh. A layer of dust scares me.” She kissed Chloe. “Come to bed and we’ll give you all the cuddle you can handle.”

“Fine, you take the middle. Matt will probably wake up with a hard-on tomorrow.”

Dianne laughed. “I know. It’s so much fun.”

They snuggled together and were soon asleep.

******

Matt did wake up with an erection the next morning, draining it in his girlfriend’s tight pussy while she and Chloe played together. It was so snug in there with the plug taking up a large chunk of the adjoining space.

When they finished, all were sated, lazing on the bed in a glut of satisfaction.

“Theoretically, you and Dianne could get fucked with a strap-on tonight,” Chloe said. “The nice thing about a strap-on is it never loses it’s erection. I could fuck both of you.”

“Are you going to be up for it after another performance?” Dianne asked.

“I don’t know. It’s probably iffy for more than one, if that. Sunday night is probably the better night, especially as we don’t know when Matt’s family is going to leave.”

“I know Mom and Elaine have to work tonight, so probably no later than one or two,” Matt said. “I wonder who will start off the audience participation segment tonight without Ethel and Mom to get things going?”

“Someone will pick up the slack,” Chloe said. “I feel it in my bones.”

“What time is it?” Dianne asked.

“Shit! Nine forty-five,” Matt said.

“They’re going to be here in fifteen minutes. We don’t even have time to shower the sex stink off. Chloe, take your clothes out of our room and toss them in the dirty clothes along with the bed linens. Matt, strip our bed. Damn! We should have set an alarm or something.”

Chloe was up and out of bed on the echo, grabbing her things and streaking for her bedroom. Dianne went digging through some of Matt’s clothes and found a pair of jeans, jockeys and a t-shirt for him, and fresh clothes for her. She hated to put them on her sweaty, smelly body, but there wasn’t time for more. She’d be lucky if she got her teeth brushed. Matt had stripped her bed and was washing his pits and groin with a washcloth. He handed it to Dianne. At least she was lucky Chloe hadn’t left Matt’s sperm to leak out of her pussy. She hit her pits and groin with the washcloth and put it with the bed linens while Matt got dressed. Then she did the same while Matt took all of the laundry from their room and put it in the washer. She just barely had time to brush her teeth before there was knocking on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Matt called out.

Matt opened the door and let his family and Ethel in. “We just got up,” Matt explained when his mother said it didn’t look as if he’d showered. Ethel smiled, knowing it for the lie it was.

“Well if you just got up, we can make some breakfast. We haven’t eaten either,” Georgina said, “well at least, not food.” She blushed as she said it.

Beth said, “Mom, quit bragging about your sex life. You’re having sex all the time and neither one of your daughters is, so can it.”

“Your time will come,” Georgina said. “I just hope it’s someone who you love and respect a little bit who makes you happy, like Ethel makes me.”

“Hey, gang,” Chloe said, coming into the room from her bedroom carrying her bed linens. She’d had time to take a shower and her hair was damp and tousled. “Good to see you again. Give me a minute to unload and I’ll give you all a proper hug.”

She walked into the laundry closet and dropped everything on the dryer until Matt’s load was done. She returned and gave everyone a big hug and Elaine a light kiss.

“So what are we doing today?” Chloe asked, leaning against a counter.

“After our late breakfast, we thought we’d help you put all your new toys together,” Georgina said, mixing pancake batter while Ethel started frying bacon. “Once we know how big it is, we’ll know where to put everything. Then we need to leave around one, one-thirty and get back to Madison so Elaine and I can get to work. Saturday night is a big tip night, so we can’t miss another one. Perhaps you can start opening boxes and sorting out what’s what.”

“Oh, goody,” Chloe said. “I have no idea what you sent me except I see some boxes from Apple Computer.”

So while Georgina and Ethel cooked breakfast, the rest of them started opening the boxes stacked against the wall. There was an iMac Pro with an 18 core Intel Xeon processor, a 16 inch MacBook Pro, a 38 terabyte raid hard drive, a desk, printer, an 8 disk DVD or BluRay reader/writer, loads of software and some other things they could only guess at until they read the instructions.

“My God, Ethel. How much did you spend on all of this?” Chloe said, staring at the electronics scattered around on the floor.

“Enough,” she said, “for you to be editing your own videos and movies. I told you I wanted you to submit a documentary about Monica and Madison to Sundance or SouthxSouthwest. It’s time for someone to be telling our story. You’re the person to tell it. If you look in my purse, you’ll find four thumb drives with all the TV footage from the Madison TV stations covering the Memorial. You have their permission to edit it anyway you like, provided you credit the TV stations in your documentary.”

“I’m not a computer person. I know next to nothing about this stuff. Enough to write term papers and screenplays. I’ll need classes to learn how to use this.”

“You can get free lessons at the Genius Bar at the Apple Store. The closest ones are in Minneapolis and Madison. If you come to Madison, you can stay with us. I also understand some of the online tutorials and videos available from the different software manufacturers are pretty comprehensive and there are YouTube videos some people upload. You may also be able to sign up for college classes here or Madison. Feel free to come to Madison if you need to. You’ll always have a home with us if you need it.”

“I can help you set up some of the computer equipment,” Beth said. “I’m a bit of a geek. I don’t know about video editing though. You’re on your own with video.”

Chloe started crying again. She hugged first Beth, then Ethel. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.”

“Someone has to make people listen. You’ve been doing it for over a year now. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Matt measured the dimensions of the desk, then looked around Chloe’s bedroom. “We can squeeze it in there if we need to, but it might fit in the living room better.”

Chloe looked in her bedroom and saw where Matt was pointing to show her where the desk might go. He was right. It would be a tight fit, as long as the bed was in there. But did she really need a bed, considering? She hadn’t slept in it for nearly two weeks, nor did she anticipate sleeping in it again as long as she was in this apartment. Oh well, she’d shocked people before; might as well do it again. Fuck it!

“Take the bed out. I don’t need it anyway. Just stand it over there along the wall and we’ll have plenty of room. I might be up at night working on this and I wouldn’t want to disturb you by putting it next to your bedroom.”

“Where are you going to sleep if you take your bed out?” Georgina asked, flipping pancakes.

“Georgina, Beth, you might as well know. Elaine and Ethel know already. I’m sleeping with Matt and Dianne. More than sleeping, truth be known. I know it’s unexpected and maybe kinkier than you’re used to, but there it is.”

“Oh, wow, a threesome,” Beth enthused. “Way to go peeps.”

Georgina stopped flipping pancakes for so long, Elaine took the spatula from her to turn them.

“I started coming to bed with them because I was lonely after Monica died and finally, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex, lots of sex. I won’t need a bed.”

“But you broke up with Matt because you’re a lesbian?” Georgina said.

“And I still am,” Chloe said. “But I’ve had sex with him before and I always enjoyed the sex, but there wasn’t an emotional connection with men I wanted. Well, now I’ve got both a man and a woman, and Matt is Matt and not like any other man I’ve ever known. I still love him, even if it’s not the romantic love he wanted. He’s been my best friend, now he’s my lover along with his girlfriend. It works for us. What can I say?”

“Does this mean you’re bisexual, Dianne?”

“I suppose if you attach a label to it, I am,” Dianne said. “However, I had no desire to be with women before and other than Chloe, still don’t. But Chloe is Chloe and I’m enjoying being with her, especially because I’m with Matt at the same time. You wouldn’t believe the orgasms I’m getting out of it.”

“Take a deep breath, Mom,” Elaine said. “I can see the attraction. How is this any stranger than anything else in our family?”

“You knew?”

“Chloe told me when she spent the night last Saturday. I slept with her too. Like Dianne said, not really interested in women, but I do like spending time with Chloe. I hadn’t had any sex at all since I moved to Madison and she satisfied an itch. It’s not like we’ll become an item.”

“How did you know, Ethel?”

“Her comforter was dusty last night. I knew the bed hadn’t been slept in for over a week. Unless she was out of the apartment every night, she was sleeping with Matt and Dianne. I asked.”

“What are you going to do? How is this going to end up?”

“We haven’t really talked about it,” Matt said, “so I don’t know what the others think, but I’m anticipating Chloe will graduate and eventually go to either coast to follow her dreams and it will be just Dianne and me when she does. Or, Chloe will find another girlfriend and this will end. I’d be surprised if it lasted much longer than a couple months given Chloe and I are both graduating. I’ll need to find work, Chloe will need to find work. Who knows where that will take us?”

Both Chloe and Dianne were nodding as Matt spoke. They were thinking along the same lines.

“What happens to Dianne?”

“I need to finish school. I don’t want to be unprepared for life again if something should happen. I plan to stay here. Beth expressed an interest in being my roommate, though I don’t know if she’s still interested. I love Matt and hope to marry him some day. I won’t be having sex with anyone else unless we break up. Even if Matt leaves town and Chloe stays, I won’t have sex with her without Matt present. Chloe doesn’t want to feel like she’s breaking Matt’s heart again and I don’t want to either. I care for Chloe, but it’s not the same as the love I feel for Matt. Hopefully, Matt and I can continue some form of relationship until I’m done with school, but the only way to find out is live our life.”

“Pancakes are done,” Elaine said.

“So’s the bacon,” Ethel announced. “Time for breakfast. Grab a plate and some food. Come on, Georgina, sit. As strange as it sounds, I think they’re all good for each other. I actually envy them.”

“Because they’ve involved a man?”

“No, dear. No interest in that. Because they’ve found something that works for them and didn’t have to wait until their fifties to accept who they are. There’s a lot of love in their relationship. It’s nice. Matt and Chloe always cared for each other. That was apparent ever since I met them. Dianne is the icing on the cake for both of them.”

“I disagree,” Chloe said. “They’re the cake and I’m the icing. They don’t need me, but I’m there, adding some sweetness.”

Ethel laughed. “I wouldn’t argue with that logic.”

So they all sat down to a late breakfast of pancakes and bacon and eventually, Georgina began to accept what was happening. She’d always loved Chloe like a daughter, which is what made the relationship between her and Matt seem incestuous now, even if it wasn’t. Georgina liked Dianne as well, especially as she’d managed to pull Matt out of whatever depression he’d gotten himself into. She could see the love in both their eyes when they talked and interacted, and now Chloe was included in that. Georgina had felt odd entering into a relationship with a woman, and now this. But all three were kind, loving people.

Breakfast over, they moved the bed to stand it up against the wall and set up the desk and all the computer equipment on it. Beth started hooking everything up and showing Chloe what she needed to do and how everything went together. They started loading some of the software on which was a time consuming process, which only the two of them needed to do.

“Hey, pumpkin, you don’t think it’s weird what the three of us are doing?” Chloe asked.

“I’m setting up your computer. You need to stop calling me pumpkin.”

“You’re right. You’re not fourteen anymore. Sorry.”

“I’ll give you a pass this time because you’re one of my favorite people. I suppose it’s weird, but I think it’s cool too. I actually kind of like that you’re more hooked into my life now. I hated when you and Matt broke up. Not that Dianne isn’t dynamite as well, the best one since you, but it feels like you’ll be part of my life forever now, and I like that.”

“Do you think you’ll move in here when I move out?”

“I’d like to. I know Mom wants me to stay in Madison and go to college with Elaine, but I’d like to move a little farther away from home. I’m not like Elaine, who’d already lived an exciting life for eleven years before going to college. She’s enjoying the home life. She didn’t have one for years. But I’ve never been away from home at all. I’d like to stand on my own a little instead of living at home and commuting.”

“I don’t think her life as a prostitute was exciting, as much as dangerous and degrading, but I see your point.”

“I suppose it boils down to what I want to study and if I can find it here as a degree program. I haven’t made up my mind yet, but I’m kind of looking at some kind of tech field like systems analyst or programming.”

“Any boys or girls in your life?”

“None affecting my decision of where to go to college. I date a couple of different guys, but nothing heavy. I was starting to get a little wild there before Elaine came back. The three of you toned me down some. Ethel helps too. She’s not as invested in the parent thing, but she gives good advice.”

“Did you start supporting some of the gay kids at school?”

“I did. I even made out with one, before deciding it wasn’t for me. We’re still pretty good friends. I know she’d like to be more, but she accepts I’m just not into girls as more than friends.”

“Good. We need all the help we can get.”

“Beth,” Georgina called, “we need to get going. Tie it up in there.”

“Just keep loading the software. Everything is hooked up. This is a great system, good for video editing. You’ll probably want to check out the editing software first. It should be Final Cut, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Thanks, Beth. Maybe after the play is over, you can come over for the weekend and show me more?”

“I’d be cool with that.”

They went out and said their goodbyes and soon Matt’s family left for Madison.

“Should I change out your plug now, Dianne, or wait until tonight?” Chloe asked.

“Tonight will be fine,” Dianne said. “I’m not sure I want a larger size while I’m sitting in the theater.”

“Why did you only ask Dianne,” Matt asked.

“A two inch diameter plug is all you need to take my strap one. Rather than give you a larger plug, I think it’s time for you to get fucked in the ass.”

“Oh.” Matt sounded nervous.

“Does that make you a little jumpy, Matt,” Chloe said, kissing his cheek.

“A little.”

“Remember, you’ve been working up to this. You’ve taken three progressively larger plugs, stretching you out for this. Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll make sure Dianne is taking care of your front end while I’m managing the rear. I have no doubt you’ll have a great big orgasm out of the deal. Honestly, if it hurts, we’ll stop, but it should only be a little uncomfortable to start. The good thing is, you don’t have to wear a plug anymore.”

“Other than me taking care of Matt’s front side, what am I getting out of this deal?” Dianne asked.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that. You’ll have reached the proper stretching for my strap-on as well, but I thought you might want Matt to take your anal cherry instead of me. Which means going up to the two and a half inch width plug for Matt to bust it. That means we can’t try a double penetration yet, either. So I was thinking of two possibilities; one, the strap on won’t get me off either, so I could introduce you to the joys of tribbing. Or two, we get Matt hard enough for him to screw you doggy style while dining al fresco on my tasty twat.”

“What’s tribbing?” Matt asked.

“That’s when two women rub their pussies together. That can be done naked, which is just pussy to pussy, or tricked out which is with a double headed dong so we get penetration in addition to the rubbing.”

“I could do any of those things,” Dianne said, “one, two or two and a half.”

“Two and a half?” Matt asked.

“Tribbing with the double dong. Keep up, Sanders,” Dianne said.

“So we could try naked; see how you like that, then introduce toys, see how that floats your boat.”

“Something to think about while I’m at the play,” Dianne said, “hopefully, to keep me from crying again.”

“We don’t have a speaking line,” Matt said. “Why are we going?”

“Ethel and Georgina aren’t going to be there to start audience participation off again. After Chloe asks for the audience to join, we’ll give it maybe fifteen seconds to see if anyone else starts. If no one does, we’re going to do it. Once someone breaks the ice, it’s easier for others to go.”

“It’s so heart wrenching. I don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Chloe has to go through heart wrenching every day for two weeks. You can suck it up for two days. We’ll talk to Erin or Barbara about starting it up tomorrow. They’re going to be there anyway as they have speaking lines and they have something to talk about. They’ve had sex with each other. They support gay rights. Starting on Monday, Chloe can talk to theater management to see if one of the employees can get the ball rolling.”

“You’re right, Dianne. I’m sorry, Chloe. Narrow focus. I wasn’t thinking of what you’re going through every day.”

“No problem. I’ll take it out on your ass tonight.” Chloe grinned.

Matt gulped nervously.

******

At the play that night, Dianne and Matt were seated with Marty and Yolanda. Yolanda still had a speaking role with the doll, so she got up and left the theater to show her death. Chloe reached the point where she asked for the audience to join in. Dianne, who couldn’t stop from crying again, started counting in her head waiting for someone to say anything. When nothing happened by the time her count reached fifteen, she stood up.

“I’m a friend of Chloe Hamilton and was a friend and roommate with Monica Franklin before her untimely death. I’ve had sex with a woman and it’s no big deal. I think people should be allowed to love anyone they want as long as everyone is a consenting adult.”

Matt stood up beside her. “I’m a friend of Chloe and was Monica’s friend. She was a special person who didn’t deserve to die. Violence against people with a different sexual identity needs to stop.”

Other people started standing up and speaking and Matt and Dianne sat down.

Marty nudged Dianne and whispered, “This is serious. You shouldn’t lie about stuff just to make a point.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You told me earlier you never had sex with a woman before.”

“That was last week. Things change, Marty. If you don’t believe me, ask Matt.”

“Come on! Matt, is that true?”

“As of today, Chloe doesn’t even have a bed set up in her room,” Matt confirmed.

“You mean…”

“All three of us, Marty,” Dianne said. “Every night we’ve been home since the day before Monica’s funeral.”

“But not at Ethel’s?”

“We were keeping quiet about it because of Monica’s family and Chloe’s family and Chloe was with Elaine those two nights,” Matt said. “We told Georgina and Beth today. Elaine and Ethel already knew. Ethel figured it out last night.”

“Oh, man! You and two women. Un-fucking-believable!”

“It’s not like you need to shout it from the rooftops, Marty. Do us a favor and don’t spread this around. We’d like to keep this quiet,” Dianne said. “This does not need to become locker room fodder. It’s our business and no one else’s. You can tell Yolanda if you need to tell someone, but she can’t broadcast it either. If I hear it come back to me from anyone else, I’ll know you were the blabbermouth. Any friendship we have ends that day. Do you understand?”

“Sure. Mum’s the word. So how did you like it?”

“I liked it fine, but I’m not going to feed your masturbatory fantasies either. We’re done talking about it.”

Marty turned to Matt and he shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the final word as far as I’m concerned. It is our private business. Not everyone wants to share every intimate detail of their lives.”

That was the end of it until later as they were preparing to walk home with Chloe. Yolanda rushed up to them and said, “Please tell me you were pulling Marty’s leg again?”

“About what,” Chloe asked, “and how come I wasn’t involved in any leg pulling?”

“There was no leg pulling,” Dianne said. “Chloe, Matt and I are involved in a polyamorous relationship for the time being, but you need to keep it secret.”

“Since when?”

“The day before Monica’s funeral. We didn’t know if it would be more than the once, but we’ve enjoyed it and continued since then.”

“Are you attracted to women then?”

“More like I’m attracted to Chloe. I have no desire to do it with anyone else.”

“And you’re having sex with men again?” Yolanda asked Chloe.

“Not men in general. Just Matt,” Chloe said. “Let’s call it a general love for each other and their desire to ease my pain for Monica’s loss, plus some curiosity on Dianne’s part.”

“But all three of you like it?”

“We wouldn’t continue unless all three of us were on board,” Dianne said.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

“No,” Matt said, “what are we doing to you?”

“Marty is going to bug me no end until he can see what it’s like. I need you guys to help him maintain boundaries, not open up his imagination more than it already is.”

The three of them had to laugh at that. It was probably true.

“Don’t give in to his fantasies, Yolanda, unless you want to. Issue him an ultimatum like I did,” Dianne said. “I told him if he told anyone but you, and I later heard from anyone else what we were doing, I would blame him for blabbing and our friendship was over. Tell him if he keeps pushing you for something you don’t want to do, or keeps begging, you’ll move out. If he does, move out.”

“Where would I move to? I’m from New Orleans. I don’t even have any other family in the area. I moved in with him two years ago and gave up my apartment.”

Matt pulled some keys out of his pocket, took one off and handed it to Yolanda. “Here’s the key to my apartment. I only go over there to work out anymore. If you need it, you can go there. Just let me know so I don’t walk in on you. The lease doesn’t run out until the end of June.”

“But tell him you’re moving in with us because my bedroom is vacant now,” Chloe said. “That would bother him more than anything. He wouldn’t know what you were up to and it would drive him nuts.”

Yolanda smiled. “Thanks. If I tell him that, expect him to break down your door.”

“He pays for it if he does,” Chloe said. “I’m guessing two, maybe three days apart from you, he apologizes and keeps his yap shut. He loves hell out of you. You let him get away with too much; forgive him too often. You can’t go easy on guys like Marty.”

“Like having sex with him on our camping trip after you promised not too, Yolanda,” Dianne said. “If you don’t train him now, he’ll never change and you’ll be fighting this battle forever until you either give in and give him what he wants or leave him forever. Marty is a nice guy, but he only backs off if you put your foot down.”

Yolanda held up the key. “Thanks for this.”

“If you need our help moving any of your stuff out of his apartment to make it more realistic, let us know,” Chloe said. “Serve him right for always asking about my sex life.”

“You have to admit, it’s a pretty unusual sex life. Even I have questions.”

“But you don’t ask. You’re civilized. Marty isn’t. He’s a six year old throwing a temper tantrum.”

“Maybe some day you’ll volunteer some information over a glass or two of wine,” Yolanda said. “No boys allowed.”

“That’s always a possibility,” Dianne said. “I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing. I just don’t think it’s anyone’s business but our own.”

“I’ll talk to you later. Thanks.”

“Goodbye, Yolanda. Give him hell,” Chloe said.

******

“Well, boys and girls, are you as excited as I am?” Chloe asked, the door to the apartment locked.

“More nervous,” Matt said, “but willing to give it a try.”

“Why don’t you go into the bathroom and remove your plugs and take a shower. Let’s approach this all nice and clean. I’ll get everything else we need after my shower.”

They nodded and went into Dianne’s bedroom. Matt was fairly silent while the showered, preoccupied.

“Chloe is right you know,” Dianne said.

“About what?”

“We’ll stop if it hurts and won’t do it anymore if you’re uncomfortable with what happens.”

“What if I like it?”

“I’m not sure I understand the question?”

“What if I like getting fucked in the ass?”

“Then you like it. So what?”

“Would it mean I’m gay?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? You’d be gay if you liked it?”

“Yes.”

“You’re one of the least gay guys I’ve ever met. So if Chloe likes getting fucked in the ass by a cock, she’s a heterosexual? Or if I like getting pegged with Chloe’s strap-on, I’m a lesbian? I don’t think one thing has anything to do with the other. Just because it’s one of the ways gay guys enjoy sex together doesn’t mean it’s only for gay guys. Lots of non-gay people enjoy anal sex. It’s like saying sucking cocks makes me a gay guy since I enjoy sucking cocks because that’s how gays enjoy sex. You’ll either like it or you won’t based totally on it’s own merits.

“I doubt you’d be running around campus tomorrow looking for cocks to suck if you enjoy anal sex tonight. It doesn’t work that way. You should be worried about my tender young ass. You’re going to be putting this big dick inside of me popping my anal cherry.” She fondled his cock, feeling it grow in her soapy hands. “I’m the one who should be concerned. You’ve got nearly an inch less to worry about.”

Matt laughed. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Damn right I’m right. You’re going to be fucking two women tonight, one of whom is a dedicated lesbian. I can’t think of anything less gay than that. Just relax and see if you enjoy it. Nothing else matters.”

Chloe was already in the bed naked when they finished up. There were two more large plugs, lube, a strap-on, a purple, double headed dildo, and a towel on the bedside table.

“I didn’t think I was getting plugged again after today,” Matt said.

“You’re not. That’s for me. You will eventually fuck my ass and I’m not used to anything as large as your pecker in my pucker either.”

“So, you’re the ass fucking expert. What do we do here?”

“You look tight as a drum, so why don’t you lie face down on the bed and let two beautiful naked chicks give you a back rub. Just close your eyes and relax.”

Matt got on the bed, closed his eyes and in short order, Matt felt two sets of hands rubbing his back and legs. He’d shown them often enough how to give massages, so they were doing a good job and he felt himself relaxing. At some point, one set of hands left his legs. A few minutes later, they returned. Then he felt a pair of lips on his bottom, kissing it. That didn’t bother him at all. He heard whispering and the hands on his back slid down over his ass and parted his cheeks. He tightened up a little, thinking it was about to happen, but instead he felt a tongue slithering through his crack. He found his buns relaxing again under the gentle licks of the tongue. Matt even felt it probing lightly at his back door, and felt himself relax more.

Then someone, he didn’t open his eyes to find out, was rubbing lube over the crinkle. It felt good, not invasive at all, more like the massage, just a different place. Dianne leaned down and kissed and nipped his earlobes. “Spread your legs more, lover.”

Matt spread them and felt Chloe get between them. She continued rubbing his back, but now he felt the tip of something else poking at his pucker, exerting pressure, but not a lot. He tightened initially, but when it didn’t try to force itself past the rim, he relaxed again. As he relaxed, he felt his crinkled star part under the pressure. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax further and felt the bulbous head pop through to the shaft. It was smaller than the last plug, but he knew it would go much deeper. He did feel himself become erect. It definitely felt good enough to get him started.

They kept rubbing his back and more and more of the faux cock slid into the lubed entrance of his backside. Chloe was going slow, very slow, and it didn’t hurt at all; felt pretty good if he was being honest. Better than Matt expected. Definitely a sense of fullness. Finally, it was ended and he could feel hips against his buttocks.

“I’m all the way in, Matt. How do you feel?” Dianne’s voice?

Matt opened his eyes and saw Chloe kneeling in front of him.

“I thought you were going to do my ass fucking,” Matt said, cognizant he was still damn full in the back.

“Yeah, I thought if you were going to take Dianne’s anal cherry, she should take yours. It’s only fair. The reason I was going to do it is because this next part, Dianne would be so much better at than me, since I haven’t sucked cock in years, but what the hell. She’s going to be doing most of the work encouraging your orgasm. I’m just the receptacle. You need to get on your hands and knees slowly so Dianne doesn’t slip out of you, and get ready for a little tongue action on your knob, because I won’t be able to get that whole thing inside my mouth to save my soul.”

Matt slowly got on his hands and knees, Dianne moving with him so they’d stay connected by the rubbery protrusion jutting from her groin.

When Matt was ready, Chloe said, “Nice and slow, Dianne, start fucking him. Let Matt get used to it before you start banging away on him like he does you. I’m going to be busy and unable to talk.”

Chloe got beneath Matt and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick. The strange thing was, as he started thrusting back and forth in Chloe’s mouth, he was also fucking himself on the strap-on. And it started to feel good, really good. It was odd having something up his bum, but he’d spent the last three days with something up there. This wasn’t much different. And Chloe may not be the cock sucker Dianne was, but having her tongue laving the head of his prick was heavenly.

As Matt increased his the speed of his thrusting in Chloe’s mouth, so too did the speed of the thrusting in his buns increase. Dianne was taking good long strokes into his backside. About ten minutes in, Matt felt the sperm in his balls starting to boil and knew it wouldn’t be long. He imagined he should give Chloe fair warning.

“Chloe, it won’t be much longer. Just saying.”

She tapped his leg and kept up her oral action. It felt great, better than great. Matt felt like he was going to explode. He had warned her. One final deep thrust by Dianne and he felt the dam burst, his cum making the short journey from his sack to Chloe’s mouth. Matt groaned deep in his gut as the cum spewed out like a fire hose. Chloe kept sucking right through his orgasm until he was shooting blanks, his cock still twitching but nothing coming out.

“Oh, fuck!” Matt groaned. “I hate to say this but you need to stop sucking. It’s too sensitive.”

He could feel Chloe giggle before she pulled off him with a sodden pop.

“Ewww, man juice. Pussy cum tastes much better,” Chloe said, pulling out from under him. “So, Matt, how was your first ass fucking?”

“Pretty damn good. I could see doing it again.”

“When I fuck your ass, I think I’ll do it while you’re fucking Dianne. It will almost seem like fucking Dianne with your cock. Dianne, you might want to use that towel to wipe down the strap-on, then take it off and I’ll wash it. We’ll do our thing as soon as I’m done with cleaning chores. We’ll put each other’s new plug in when we’re done tribbing.”

Dianne used the towel to wipe the strap-on off, removed it and Chloe took it from her, going into her bathroom to wash it. She returned.

“Why not use our bathroom?” Dianne asked.

“I have a special toy cleaner. I use soap and water, then the cleaner. I suppose I could leave the cleaner in yours. Are you ready Dianne. Are you wet? No, don’t tell me, let me see for myself.”

Chloe wrapped her arms around Dianne from the back, sliding her hands from the taut nipples, over the flat stomach and down to the furrows hidden in the trimmed pubic hair. A finger deftly slid through her slit from her clit to sheath, testing the dampness while kissing her neck.

“You’re slicker than I thought you’d be. Nice. You must have loved shoving your fake dick into Matt’s ass. I don’t think we’ll need lube to get us started at all. Matt, don’t think you get to lie there like a lump and watch us. You need to lick breasts and kiss us, a little here, a little there.”

Chloe got on the bed, sitting, but leaning back on her arms and said, “Interlock your legs with mine and slide into me until our cunts are together. I’ll get a nice motion going. After we both cum, we’ll add the dildo.”

Dianne did as she asked until her folds were mashed against Chloe’s. Chloe started grinding her hips, causing their pussies to slide against each other. It felt good. As Chloe said, both of them were already leaking slightly and the slickness allowed them to slip easily against their partner, rubbing their vulvas together in a strange dance. It felt even better when Matt softly kissed Dianne’s neck, her shoulders and eventually her breasts, suckling on the nipples. Dianne moaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it,” Chloe panted.

“Yes,” Dianne whimpered. “Great.”

Dianne found the rhythm Chloe was using and ground against her in counterpoint. It made it easier when Matt left her and kissed and caressed Chloe the same. When she was distracted, Dianne could grind.

A few minutes later, Matt was caressing her again. “I’m close, Chloe. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“No fucking way I’m stopping,” Chloe said. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh, oh, oh, ooohhhhh, shit! I’m cumming.”

Chloe could feel the tremors of Dianne’s spasming pussy against her own, the increased flow of fluids making it even easier to slide against her. She increased the speed and pressure of her rubbing, getting herself off from the stimulus of their pussies smashing together. Matt moved over and suckled her breasts which spun Chloe’s orgasm up another level.

“Uh, uh, sweet fucking Jesus, that feels good, Dianne,” Chloe panted, cunts mashed together, trembling through some pleasant aftershocks.

Chloe opened her eyes. Dianne’s were still closed, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Matt had another erection. He was nibbling on Dianne again.

“Matt, I don’t want to move much. This feels too good. Can you grab the dildo and the lube? And how the hell do you have another boner? You just climaxed like twenty minutes ago for Christ’s sake. I felt like a swallowed a pint of cum.”

“That was pretty fucking hot,” Matt said. “No wonder Marty has a lesbian fetish. That was awesome. Wait one. Are you sure you need the lube? Your pussies are soaking wet.”

Chloe reached down and felt both hers and Dianne’s groins. Dianne shuddered again. “Skip the lube, we’re good. You get the pleasant task of inserting that baby in our cunts, starting with your girlfriend, then line it up for me and we’ll go again. You just keep doing what you were doing. That felt perfect.”

Matt got the double headed dildo off the nightstand and after Chloe pulled back from Dianne, inserted one end into his girlfriend. Matt had no difficulty inserting it, Dianne was plenty lubricated. It was thick, smaller than Matt, but hefty enough, Dianne orgasmed again when he was putting it in her. Dianne had her arms around Matt’s neck, dragging his head down for a kiss as she trembled through this orgasm.

“It feels so good, Matt,” she whimpered. “Everything feels so good.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

She continued to shake as Matt got half of it in her. Chloe slid across the sheets until she was close. When Matt had the other end aligned with Chloe’s pussy, she pushed over the head as easily as Dianne had done. When their pussies came together, it was with a sodden squelch. Chloe gave it half a minute before she started the thrusting/grinding she’d done before. Matt continued playing with the two women, sucking a nipple on one side while caressing a breast on the other, then switching. Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes, both women enjoyed several more orgasms.

They finally had to stop due to sensitivity, every continuing touch like a spark of electricity. When Matt helped remove the dildo, it was coated with the fluids from their orgasms, white cream forming a line where the two women had been joined on the purple dildo.

“Taste both ends and tell us which pussy juice you like more?” Chloe said, leaning back on her arms, still closely proximate to Dianne, who was collapsed on her back, one leg bent, the other sprawled.

“That sounds like a recipe for disaster, telling you both whose pussy tastes better.”

“Wise man, Sanders,” Dianne said. “My pussy better always taste the best to you, regardless of whether it is or not, but taste them anyway.”

He licked and sucked the top inch or two on both ends. There might be subtle differences in the taste, but both sides made his dick tighten with arousal.

“Dianne,” Chloe asked, “do you have enough energy to do one more thing?”

“Depends on what it is?”

“Open your eyes and look at your boyfriend’s cock.”

Dianne opened her eyes. Matt’s dick was sticking up from his groin like a flagpole, stiff as a poker, skin tight and shading towards purple on the head.

“Does he look close to popping to you?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t take much to my way of thinking.”

“My thinking is us rubbing our cunts together with his cock in between them until he squirts. What are your thoughts on the matter.”

“I’m game to try. Could be fun.”

“Matt, lie on the bed. Dianne, you take the left side, I’ll take the right. Crouch down, ass facing me, over his hips and meet in the middle.”

“Got it.”

Matt quickly lay down in the middle of the bed and the two women aimed their asses towards each other and backed up. He held his cock up straight and they suddenly met against his prick, their soft, slick folds mushing around the head of his cock; wet and hot. They began sliding their slits up and down his cock from the plum shaped head halfway down. As Chloe suggested, Matt was ready to explode. It only required five minutes of their delightful pressure against his throbbing shaft before his cum bubbled up out of his prick and ran over the glistening folds of Chloe and Dianne, Matt groaning the whole time he pulsed his load.

“That’s a bit of a mess,” Chloe said as the thick cream started dripping down to Matt’s groin.

“At least it’s still fresh, and not dried,” Dianne said, turning around to lap at the puddle formed at the base of his stalk.

“Aren’t you going to help, Chloe?”

“I’ve already had a mouthful of man juice. Too much might be bad for my pussy juice complexion.”

Dianne laughed. “Have it your way.” She finished with her housekeeping chores. “Well, that was a pleasant experience, but I’m exhausted. We definitely need to retire.”

Chloe got up to wash the toys, then returned. “On your hands and knees, Dianne, ass up, head down. I’ve decided to jump up a size and skip the next one since you’ve not had a problem thus far. We’re both going for what we need for Matt’s thick prick. Tomorrow night, you can feel Matt plugging your backside.”

Dianne smiled and got in the required position. Chloe did use lubricant this time. She smeared it liberally around Dianne’s rear entry, including slipping a couple fingers in to stretch the rubbery muscle, and a lot on the large plug.

“This may hurt a bit more getting in because it’s a full half inch larger, so relax and let me do my thing. It’s good you had some nice orgasms first.”

Dianne was stoic until the plug was close to its widest point, then she groaned. “Is it much more? Please tell me it’s almost in.”

“Almost,” Chloe said. “Hang in there a couple more seconds.”

As soon as it was past the thick part, it was almost sucked in as the muscular rim closed around it.

“Oh my! That’s substantially thicker isn’t it?” Dianne remained in that position, almost afraid to move.

“A half inch more is nothing to sneeze at,” Chloe agreed.

“I don’t want to move. Any chance Matt can put yours in?”

“I might even enjoy it since Chloe is the one who suggested I get fucked in the ass,” Matt said. “Assume the position, Hamilton.”

Chloe got up beside Dianne and Matt got the lube and put some on Chloe. He’d watched her doing Dianne, and did pretty much the same thing, except his fingers were larger. Chloe told him to use two as it had been awhile. So he added more lube and inserted a second finger, twisting them back and forth. Matt added a lot of lube to the plug and placing it Chloe’s pucker, started to push.

Chloe was grunting the deeper it went.

“What I think is kind of funny is you’re going to be up on stage tomorrow afternoon with this plug in your ass. I wonder how that will affect your performance.”

Chloe started laughing which had a tendency to push the plug out. Dianne was laughing with her.

“You just had to say it, didn’t you, you sister fucker. Balls, it felt like it was almost in, too.”

Matt chuckled. “I think it was. You want to try relaxing again so I can push it in?”

Chloe relaxed her buttocks as much as she could and Matt pushed it through the barrier until it seated itself in her lovely derrière.

“It’s almost like staring at a couple of bullseye targets,” Matt said, “asking me to spank here.”

“Don’t you dare,” Dianne said. “I already feel kinky enough with this thing in my ass without you talking about spanking me.”

“Really, you haven’t tried a little erotic spanking yet? That gives me some wonderful ideas,” Chloe said. “We have the whole evening tomorrow since it’s a matinee performance.”

“Let me get through the ass fucking first, before you start adding more of your kinks.”

“Since you’re both kneeling there so prettily, and right next to each other to boot, I want to finger both of you, if there’s no objection.”

They looked at each other than put their heads down on the bed. “What the hell,” Dianne said, “what’s another orgasm or two between friends.”

“Wait here. Let me wash my hands first since I was playing around with Chloe’s ass.”

Matt jumped up, gave his hands a good wash and returned. They were still in the same position. He slipped the two middle fingers of each hand into the slippery sheathes and fingered both of them while using his thumb to slide over their clits. Within a couple minutes both of them were moaning delightfully. Dianne climaxed first as Matt was using his dominant hand on her, Chloe following shortly afterward. He gave them each one more, before pulling them out and licking his fingers clean.

“I can safely say, you both taste pretty damn good,” Matt said, “and vive la difference.”

Dianne took the middle again, curled around Chloe, while Matt got behind her.

“Don’t tell me you’re erect again, Matt. For God’s sake,” Dianne said. “Go to sleep.”

“I will, don’t push back against me though, or you might end up with a bit of a surprise guest.”

Dianne pushed back against him and felt his cock at the entry to her pussy.

“Don’t fuck me, but push in a couple inches, so I can see how full I feel.”

“If I push in a couple inches, I can’t guarantee no fucking. He’ll have a mind of his own at that point.”

“Push in anyway.”

“If you can fuck her without disturbing me,” Chloe said, “more power to you.”

Matt pushed in a couple inches and he tried to hold still, but apparently, Dianne liked it too as she eventually moved to accommodate Matt’s entry and he ended up fucking her to another orgasm. His cock was still buried inside her when he fell asleep.

******

Chloe was up the next morning when Matt and Dianne woke up. They were even further behind when they had sex again. Chloe was already preparing to leave at 10:30 when they finally wandered out of the bedroom.

“I’ve got to get ready for the next couple weeks when I need to fully depend on audience participation. There needs to be signs offering ticket discounts for participating. Plus, I need to talk to Erin and Babs about leaping in if no one in the audience starts things rolling. I wish you could be there again, but I understand you have other things you need to work on. I’m so emotionally wrung out when I finish, it’s nice to walk back with someone afterward.”

“Why don’t you invite Erin and Barbara to come for dinner?” Dianne said. “We’ll make enough for five people and they can walk with you.”

Chloe gave Dianne a soft kiss, then Matt. “Thanks. The support of everyone around me is the only thing keeping me from going off the deep end.”

Chloe left. Matt and Dianne studied for over four hours, then started making dinner. Matt made his hot dish type of meal. They cut up potatoes, carrots, celery and onions, lightly browned a pound and a half of hamburger, poured off the grease, added water and the vegetables to the pan, covered the pan and let the vegetables cook with the meat. They turned down the heat to low to keep it warm until the others got there.

When they arrived, they could tell Chloe had been crying again. Her eyes were red and puffy and both Erin and Barbara were holding her close.

Dianne took Chloe to get cleaned up while Matt set the table, crowding five people into the small table built for four. He dragged in the chair from Chloe’s computer desk to make the fifth chair. At least it was on rollers. Erin and Barbara went into Chloe’s room to use the bathroom to wash-up.

When they returned, about the same time Chloe and Dianne did, Erin asked, “Are you moving out, Chloe?”

“Not until after I graduate, at least,” Chloe replied.

“Where are you sleeping, the floor? Your bed isn’t even made.”

“With Matt and Dianne.”

Erin nodded. “Must get crowded and when do they get any privacy for sex.” She got this sudden look of shock on her face. “Wait a damn minute! Are you all having sex together?”

“Afraid so,” Dianne said. “You wouldn’t expect me to have sex with Chloe behind Matt’s back, would you?”

“Oh-My-God!” Barbara said. “Like how long? Was Monica involved? I thought you never had sex with a woman before, Dianne? Is Matt fucking Chloe too? Like all three of you? What’s that like? Oh-My-God!”

“Sit down and let’s eat and we’ll answer any questions,” Matt said. “I don’t want the food to overcook.”

The women sat down and Matt dished up some for everyone.

“Oh, wow,” Barbara said, “this is like a pasty without the crust.”

“What’s a pasty?” Erin asked.

“It’s like a meat pie. All these ingredients stuffed into a pie dough crust and eaten like a sandwich if they’re cold, or on a plate if they’re hot. Pasty shops are as common as hamburger joints in the upper peninsula of Michigan where I’m from. The copper miners would bring them into the mines in their lunch pails. A full meal in the hand. It’s really good. This is everything but the crust. Who made this?”

“Matt, it’s his recipe,” Dianne said.

They ate as they talked, and everyone agreed it was a tasty meal.

“So what’s the scoop on the threesome, or was it a foursome at one time?” Erin asked, pausing between bites.

“It was never a foursome,” Chloe said. “I just couldn’t sleep alone after Monica died. I asked Matt and Dianne if I could spend the night with them, and after a few days, the day before Monica’s funeral, one thing led to another, and here we are.”

“Does that mean you’re bi, Dianne?” Erin asked. “I guess I am too. Never thought I’d say it, but I’m enjoying being with Babs.”

“Oh great,” Chloe said. “I hit on you twice and you don’t give me the time of day, but with Babs, you’re bi.”

“I didn’t know how pleasant it was to kiss a girl until we played the joke on Marty. Let alone the other stuff beyond a kiss. Does Marty know?”

“As of last night.”

“Did he go berserk again.”

“Yolanda complained to us, he was so berserk. Said we should be reining him in, not setting his imagination aflame,” Matt said.

“I’ll bet.”

“Going back to your original question, I don’t think I’m really bi,” Dianne said. “Matt said I’m more Chloe-sexual. I have no desire to have sex with other women, but I’m enjoying the sex with Chloe and Matt. I don’t even have sex with Chloe unless Matt’s there. Because of what happened when Chloe and Matt were dating, Chloe doesn’t want to pair off with me either. It’s either all of us together, or just Matt and I.”

“How’s the sex?” Barbara asked.

“Pretty awesome. There’s a lot of things you can do with three people,” Chloe said. “I’m thinking we’re going to have to try a double penetration at some point. Never been able to do one before.”

“I thought you were an all out lesbian, Chloe?” Barbara asked.

“I think I am, but I’ve had sex with Matt before and it was always good as far as the sex goes. I just never got any emotional connection with him except for loving him as my best friend, but if Dianne is part of the package, I’m not going to run off screaming because he’s got a cock.”

“Oh, wow. That’s crazy insane. I love it,” Erin said. “Would you ever want to introduce a guy into our sex life, Babs? Cock and cunt, a double feature.”

“I’d be willing to try it, but I don’t want to make it permanent. As far as I’m concerned, you could have the cock and I’ll stick with you.”

“Don’t be so certain,” Chloe said. “Get into a sixty-nine with Erin while some guy is fucking you and you might change your tune.”

“Could we borrow Matt? Just once?” Erin said. “I was always a little disappointed he never really did anything with me when we went out.”

“That’s up to Matt and Dianne,” Chloe said. “They’re the couple. I’m the third wheel.”

“I don’t think I could do that,” Matt said. “It wouldn’t be fair to Dianne. We really are a couple, plus one. I already feel guilty about Chloe, even though we both care for her.”

“Don’t be so quick to say no, Matt,” Dianne said.

“What? You want to have sex with them?”

“No, not me, you.”

“You want me to have sex with them?”

“If it’s just once, I don’t think I’d have a problem with it. I was curious what sex with Chloe would be like. You let me explore that, even though it was a risky thing for you to do. I’d like to think about it some more, but I’m leaning towards go ahead if you want to have sex with them once so they can see what it’s like. I guess the question is, do you want to have sex with them once?”

“I’d be lying if I said no. They’re both beautiful young women. I’ve never been with a ginger before.” Erin flashed him a smile.

“Why don’t we think about it for a week, and if everyone is agreeable, meet back here next Sunday. After you’ve had your way with them, we can sic Chloe on them since she tried to date Erin twice before. Three women work almost as well as two women and a man. Barbara, you’d be willing to have sex with Chloe and Erin, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d love to. That’s my kind of threesome.”

“There. We’ve got a date unless one of us decides to chicken out.”

“What would you be doing while all this is going on?”

“Studying, the same as I do every Sunday.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” Matt said.

“I’ve had sex with you and Chloe multiple times in the last day. Untold orgasms. It’s not going to kill me to give up sex for a few hours and study. You might even have something left to give me when you’re done with those two. I’ll be fine. Like I said, we can think it over some more, but I’m inclined to say go for it. Barbara, if you’re not on birth control, you might want to bring condoms with you. It won’t feel as good as a live prick, but it won’t feel much different from a strap-on.”

“Dianne, are you sure about this?” Matt asked.

“Not positive yet, but I’m inclining that way. Perhaps our play with Chloe has made me a little more experimental. We’ll talk about it some more before Sunday.”

They continued to talk and banter after the meal was done. The three who hadn’t cooked cleaned up. There were hugs and kisses all around when the other two left.

“The nice thing about a matinee,” Chloe said, “is it’s still early. Are you ready to lose your anal cherry, Dianne?”

“I am. I figure if Matt could enjoy it, I will too.”

“Let’s take the plugs out and take a nice shower together. Matt can start thinking of his dick in your derrière.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Licking your cunt, mon cherie, since it won’t otherwise be in use.”

Matt undressed and got into bed while the two women showered. He’d only had anal sex one other time with Elaine, and remembered it with a great deal of fondness. Working strictly on memory and imagination, he soon sported a raging boner. The two women emerged from the bathroom giggling and chatting.

Looking at the two of them, Matt realized how freaking lucky he was to be having sex with not just one, but both of them. Dianne, the woman he loved and wanted to marry, and zany, talented Chloe, best friend extraordinaire. He’d had his share of bumps and bruises, but he was definitely on a peak at the moment. To think his girlfriend was even willing to let him have sex with Erin and Barbara once was downright crazy.

Chloe handed him the lubricant. “Don’t put it on right now. Dianne and I will get into a sixty-nine and start pleasuring each other. You need to help her relax and get in the right frame of mind by rimming her rosebud, reminding her how good things can feel back there if done right. After she’s had her first orgasm, start greasing her up and lubing your tube. Do not push it in, although you can do the same thing with your prick you did with your tongue, just touching and rubbing. After she’s had her second orgasm, start making your entry, but go slow. It was easy for Dianne last night because there are no nerve endings in a strap-on so she wasn’t feeling anything. You, once you get the head in, will want to shove it all the way in because it feels good. Don’t do it. Go slow. Even though she’s been plugged for four days, it only starts preparing her for your dick.

“Your cock itself has to do some of its own stretching. Ease it in, let her booty adjust to your size. Do not start fucking her until she asks you to. I’m going to keep licking her pussy, so she’ll be climaxing and enjoying the oral stimulation. She’ll eventually want movement, which she’ll signify the need for by either fucking back against you, or asking you to fuck her. Begin your stroking, but still go slow. This is not a race. I’d almost tell you to stroke one off so you weren’t so eager, but Dianne might appreciate if it doesn’t take you half the night to cum. If Dianne enjoys this, and I don’t doubt she will if you approach it like I said, she’ll be willing to do it again. If you fuck it up, she won’t. Any questions by anyone?”

“Not for me, that was pretty clear,” Matt said.

“I’m looking forward to a new experience,” Dianne said. “Matt will look after me.” She leaned up and kissed him.

Chloe got on the bed and Dianne draped herself over her and Matt could hear the sound of busy tongues and see Chloe’s head in between Dianne’s thighs. His cock twitched. Remembering what Dianne had done for him last night, he crouched on the bed and spread her cheeks. Coming from the shower, he smelled the soap she used and perhaps she’d dabbed a drop or two of her perfume nearby. Despite having his nose in between her buns, it smelled fresh and clean. He had no problem swirling his tongue around the brown pucker or kissing anywhere. Both women were squirming some as their orgasms built, moaning their pleasure.

When Dianne orgasmed, she clenched her buttocks, squeezing his face, but not painfully. He continued lapping at the starred sphincter right through her orgasm, which seemed like a good one from the happy sounds she made. He removed his face from her crack and put some lube over the saliva. He massaged it in like one of his massage oils, concentrating on the gate guarding her nether entry. He also made sure his cock was greased from stem to stern.

Kneeling between Dianne’s splayed legs, he rubbed the tip against her asshole. She’d flinch and clench, then relax as when she realized what she was doing. When she orgasmed, it seemed Dianne’s pucker pulsed with her contractions. Soon the tight muscle would be wrapped around his cock.

When Dianne’s orgasm seemed to wane, Matt placed the head on the target and exerted pressure. The plugs had done their job and she seemed to spread over his cock’s crown, giving way under his slow assault. She moaned deeply as it widened enough to engulf the head. Matt held still as her star momentarily squeezed down as he passed through.

“You’re so big,” Dianne said. “I can’t believe you’re inside me.”

Her clench eased up and Matt slipped another inch deeper until she squeezed again, fighting the intrusion. Chloe’s tongue wrung another orgasm out of Dianne and her rectum spasmed as her pussy did.

“I’m cumming,” Dianne moaned. “Oh, fuck, that feels so strange.”

Her orgasm ending, Matt worked another couple inches deeper, pausing to allow her to accustom herself to the intrusion. It took another few minutes before he managed to put all of his rigid rod inside of Dianne, his groin pillowed on her delectable buttocks.

“You’re right,” Dianne panted. “The plugs only go so far in preparing you for this. I don’t think I could have done it without them. He feels so big inside me.”

“Does it hurt?” Matt asked.

“It did a little to start. It’s more uncomfortable now, but even the discomfort seems to be fading. By the time Chloe gives me another climax, I’ll probably be ready for a good fucking, and it won’t be long now. I can feel it building as we speak.”

“Less talking, more licking up there, Dianne, and remember, Matt, I’m underneath her, so don’t collapse on her body after you cum,” Chloe said.

Matt realized that was true and he couldn’t pile drive into Dianne’s backside. She probably wouldn’t appreciate it anyway.

Dianne had her fourth orgasm, then said, “Fuck me, Matt. Fuck my ass with your big cock, just go easy.” She returned to lapping between Chloe’s spread thighs. Never one to disappoint his girlfriend, Matt started fucking her. In, out, nice and easy, slow deep strokes into her beautiful bottom. No longer was it only Chloe giving her orgasms, Matt’s thrusting was causing a similar reaction, to the point Chloe could have stopped licking, though she never did.

As a result, Dianne’s orgasms began happening with more frequency and were longer and stronger than Chloe’s. It felt someone lit a string of firecrackers and inserted them in her pussy, or maybe her ass. It was hard to tell where they originated, or maybe they were coming from all sides.

Matt tried to delay his own orgasm, but it felt so good. Each time Dianne orgasmed, his cock was squeezed with spasmodic contractions. It was like a gloved hand massaging his cock each time.

“Aaahhh, fuck!” Matt groaned, feeling his sap rise and unload in Dianne’s fine ass. It felt like nine or ten jets of cum spurted out before he was drained. He felt himself shrinking and pulled out to give Dianne respite.

Remembering not to collapse on her, he dropped to his back beside them. They gave each other one last climax before they stopped.

“Oh, wow. Just wow,” Dianne panted. “That was so fucking good.”

“Your first foray into anal sex was a success then?” Chloe asked. “I don’t know why I ask, my face is coated with your cum. I couldn’t keep up with it all.”

Dianne rolled in the opposite direction. “I’ll definitely be doing that again,” she replied.

“Good. Tomorrow we’ll go for a double. Since both Matt and I will be sharing space down there, we’ll start with his big cock in your cunt and me in your ass.”

“Why not right now?” Dianne asked.

“Why should you have all the fun tonight? I need a good ass fucking first. I wore that fucking plug for the last day, including my performance today, and it’s time for my reward. Besides, you might feel a little tender later when the endorphins from your orgasms wear off. Doubling down right now may be a bad idea. Matt, you need to take a shower. What I know about anal sex says you need to clean your tool before you put it anywhere else, especially pussies, but I’d like you cleaner and fresher before you fuck me.”

“You got it.” Matt got up to shower.

“I’ll wipe you down, Dianne. You may not realize it, but your bottom will gap for a short time after anal sex. Within ten to fifteen minutes, it will close, so you may want to roll onto your stomach or you will leak Matt’s cum all over the sheets. From what I could see from between your legs, he deposited quite the load inside you.”

Dianne flipped over and Chloe got a clean wash cloth, soaked it in warm water, and gently wiped Dianne’s bottom.

“You’re going to be on the bottom this time getting your face smeared with my cum,” Chloe said, tidying up. “I like to get my ass fucked, so I will cum a lot.”

“I’ll try to keep up.”

“Good luck.”

Chloe got up and rinsed the washcloth thoroughly before tossing it in Dianne’s clothes hamper.

“I wouldn’t mind getting started while Matt’s finishing his shower. I should probably have an orgasm or two before he sticks his tool in my tush.”

Dianne had no problem with that and they were engaged in sex when Matt returned, drying himself off.

Chloe turned and said, “I’m warmed up a little, you can go ahead with the lube. I don’t need to relax my butt as much as Dianne did. I’m somewhat used to this, just not something with your size, so go slow, please.”

Matt did go slow, and with both he and Chloe well lubed, he engaged in his second bout of anal sex that night, enjoying it fully as much as he had the first. Chloe seemed to enjoy him punishing her bottom as much as Dianne had. That was good, as he lasted nearly twice as long the second time.

“What a fantastic fucking,” Chloe said, lying on her stomach after their raunchy sex. “I’ll feel it in the morning, but that was some excellent sword play, Matt. My ass feels like a pin cushion it got stabbed so much.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Matt asked. “I realize I got a little exuberant towards the end.”

“Did I ask you to slow down? No, I’ll be fine. That is one difference between a cock and strap-on. The fuckee is a little more in control with a strap-on. Since there’s no sensations to the fucker, you can ask someone to stop whenever. With a cock, the fucker pretty much wants to go until he cums, but I’m okay. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure. Back in the shower, Matt. I’ll wash you, you wash me. The only thing I don’t like about anal sex is it’s messy.”

Chloe kissed Dianne’s cum glazed face. “I told you I’d be dripping. You want to join us long enough to wash your face?”

“I’ll use the sink. The shower doesn’t really work for more than two.”

“I’ll have your boyfriend back in a jiffy.”

Chloe drew Matt up off the bed and they hit the shower together. Dianne got up and washed her face. Dianne had wondered how much she’d really enjoy anal sex, but given the way she’d prepared for it, found she really liked it. She brushed her teeth thinking how much she was enjoying this little episode of her life.

A few minutes later, her two lovers joined her in the bed and it was so nice to be snuggling in between them. She kissed Matt’s neck and felt Chloe kiss hers moments before she fell asleep.

******

Later the next afternoon, Matt got a text from Yolanda.

Heading to your old place now. Don‘t have a ton of clothes. May need your help later to get some.

Matt acknowledged the text and said he’d do whatever he could to help. He told Dianne and Chloe when they returned from class.

“I might need to borrow your car, Dianne, depending on how many clothes Yolanda is talking about.”

“Sure.”

They were eating leftovers when there was a loud banging on the door.

“What do you want to bet that’s Marty,” Chloe said.

“I wouldn’t take that bet,” Matt said, getting up to answer.

Marty burst in as soon as the door was cracked. “Where is she? Where’s Yolanda?”

“She’s not here, Marty. Cool your fucking jets, okay?”

“She said she was coming to your place.”

“This isn’t really my place, is it. It’s Dianne’s and Chloe’s. She’s safe and she has a place to stay. That should be all that concerns you.”

“Why would she leave me? She loves me.”

Chloe stood up and walked over. “Let me fucking guess. Would it be something similar to this? ‘Yolanda, baby, Matt, Dianne and Chloe are doing it. Let’s give it a try. I won’t even fuck the other woman. I just want to see what it’s like when two women fuck’.”

Marty dropped his head. “Maybe.”

“Why don’t you drop to your knees right now and suck Matt’s cock.”

“What? No, that’s crazy. I’m not gay.”

“Neither is Yolanda. She has no more desire to lick pussy than you do to suck a cock. Why do you keep pushing her to do something she doesn’t want to do?”

“A lot of women seem to like it,” Marty said. “Maybe she would like it if she just tried it.”

“A lot of men and women like to suck cock. Maybe if you tried it, you’d like it, Marty. Go ahead, give it a shot. How will you ever know if you like it unless you try it? Well, what are you waiting for. Matt’s got a nice big one. He’ll fill your whole sucking mouth with jizz. Go ahead, try it. After all, Dianne likes it and I don’t mind it. Maybe you’ll love to suck a nice hard dick. Come on, Marty. What are you waiting for, a gold plated invitation? Suck it. Suck it now. Get on with it. Just drop to your knees, fish it out of Matt’s pants and suck it. Come on, baby, you don’t even have to get fucked in the ass, just suck it.”

“Stop. I don’t want to suck Matt’s cock.”

“Well get it through your thick God damn skull, Yolanda has no fucking desire to lick pussy. It’s as bad to her as sucking cock is to you. Your constant pressure on her every fucking day to have sex with women is driving her away. So unless you start sucking knobs on the side, quit trying to force her to fuck women. Grow the fuck up, or find a different fucking girlfriend who wants to lick pussy, but leave Yolanda alone!”

“But I love her,” Marty protested.

“No you don’t. You love fucking her. If you loved her, you’d quit trying to force her into being something she’s not. You’d accept her for what she is; someone foolish enough to care about you and your dick, and not some freaking woman.”

Marty looked at Dianne. “Don’t look at me. I don’t have any sympathy for you either. Matt never tried forcing me to do something I didn’t want to do. He didn’t even have sex with me until he was positive I was ready to move on from my husband. I’d have left him if he tried pulling your shit on me.”

“I’m with them,” Matt said. “It’s why I gave Yolanda a key. It’s as bad as forcing someone to do anything else they don’t want to do, drink, take drugs, rob banks. Yolanda is her own person. She doesn’t need you deciding what’s right for her. She’s not a child.”

“What do I do to get her back?”

“Stop being a pushy asshole comes to mind,” Chloe said. “If she says no, she means no, not maybe. Just because she’s let you get away with shit in the past, you think you can sweet talk your way into anything. She doesn’t want you doing it anymore. Everyone has boundaries they’re not willing to cross. You keep whacking Yolanda over the head with your weaselly pleading to make her cross those boundaries. Stop. Accept she will never ever have sex with a woman. I’m sure if the thought ever crosses her mind, she’ll tell you since she knows how you are.

“If I were you, I’d leave her the fuck alone for tonight, then go crawling to her tomorrow morning and beg for forgiveness and don’t pull your shit ever again. You will lose her if you do. The fact she moved out should show you how fed up she is because she tolerates a whole lot more from you than I ever would. As much as I loved Monica, I wouldn’t have put up with that shit from her.”

“If you want, and Yolanda is willing,” Matt said. “Maybe you could both come here tomorrow and talk. But if I were you, I’d take this little heart-to-heart as the good advice it’s meant to be and quit pushing, Marty. You’re not the only fish in the sea and you’re forcing Yolanda to look for other fish.”

“Please, set it up. I’ll cut a class if I have to. I don’t want to lose her.”

“Then quit being a doofus. You’re a lovable doofus, but still a doofus,” Chloe said. “Now get out of here so I can finish my supper before I have to leave.”

As soon as Marty left, Chloe sat down to finish her food. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“What would you have done if Marty got down on his knees to suck my cock?” Matt asked.

“The more important question is, what would you have done? I’d have laughed my ass off. Can I plan on more sex tonight, or do we take a break?”

“We might be taking a break tomorrow if we’re hosting a Marty-Yolanda intervention,” Dianne said. “I say we go for it tonight.”

“That’s my girl. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

“I’m turning into such a slut,” Dianne said.

“No one here gives a shit,” Chloe responded. “Quit slut shaming yourself.”

Dianne laughed. “Only because you’re both equally slutty.”

“You won’t hear an argument from me. I resemble that remark.” She wolfed down the rest of her food. “I’ve gotta run. I need to know how many people are signing up for speaking parts. This might be turning into a train wreck.”

“Break a leg,” Matt said.

“Or at least a toe,” Dianne added.

“See you later, with strap-on on.”

She kissed them both on her way out the door.

Matt texted Yolanda asking her if she’d like to meet with Marty at Chloe’s place tomorrow and what time.

Three-thirty was her response.

Done. I‘ll be here. Chloe and Dianne will be home before four.

He texted Marty to let him know.

******

“Oh, my God,” Dianne panted. “That was off the charts amazing.”

They were all lying on their backs, breathing hard. Chloe still with her strap-on buckled to her waist, sticking straight up in the air.

“Is it kind of like fucking with a plug in your ass?” Chloe asked. “That’s the closest I could to imagining what it would be like.”

“Better. Way better. Everything moving at once, sometimes both going in and out at the same time, sometimes in counterpoint, one in, one out, and everything in between. I orgasmed so much I didn’t know where one ended and another began.”

“Just what I was hoping for. I wish I could try tonight, but I’ve got to get to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“How did it go with the audience participation?” Matt asked, puffing.

“Good. The theater management only had to cover two of the roles. They were pretty happy about it. They said they’re getting requests for tickets from all over the state. Even had one request from New York. Can you believe it? New fucking York. Damn, I hope it’s from someone in the theater community.”

“That’s wonderful, Chloe,” Dianne said. “Wow.”

“I’m thrilled. I’m not sure I’ve ever had anyone more than fifty miles away come and see me perform before. It feels like something good could be happening. Time for a shower. I really am beat. I love this play for obvious reasons, but my emotions are taking a beating. It’s hard to talk about Monica and how she died every night.”

“I know,” Matt said.

Chloe got up, washed her toy gear and took a shower. Matt hadn’t had to do much but lie there while Dianne rode him and was, in turn, ridden by Chloe, but Dianne had been sandwiched between two hot bodies, so she showered as well and Matt kept her company. Chloe was already asleep when they slipped into bed with her.

******

Yolanda came early to the meeting. Matt had hardly changed from school before she was knocking on the door at quarter after three.

“Matt, I’d like to talk to you before Marty gets here. Can you tell him to put off coming until I give the okay?”

“Sure.”

He texted Marty and told him not to come yet. Yolanda wanted to talk alone first.

Please don’t tell her she’s better off without me, he texted back.

“He said he’d wait,” Matt reported.

“Are Chloe and Dianne here?”

“Not yet. They should be back before four.”

“Am I wrong in not wanting to have sex with women?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t want to have sex with men. I don’t think it’s odd if you only want hetero sex.”

“Marty makes me feel I’m so wrong for not wanting to.”

“Yeah, well Marty didn’t want to suck my cock yesterday, so I can’t say you’re any more wrong than he is.”

“What? Did he?”

“No. Chloe pointed out to him that you not wanting to have sex with other women is no different than him not wanting to have sex with me. To which his reply was, ‘A lot of women like it. How will she know if she likes it or not if she doesn’t try it.’ Chloe told him ‘A lot of people like sucking cocks. How will you know if you don’t like it unless you try it.’ She told him to go ahead and suck me, since that was his logic. He didn’t, because Chloe is right. We’re all different people and just because some people like something is no reason for you to do something you’re opposed to.”

“Chloe said that?”

“She did.”

“But she’s a lesbian?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean by that.”

“Shouldn’t she want all women to enjoy sex with other women?”

“Chloe doesn’t believe every woman should enjoy sex with other women. In fact, she thinks being lesbian has made her life harder than it would be if she were straight. She believes people should have the choice to love who they want without censure or hate or fear. Not everyone has to be like her. She has no problem accepting other people are heterosexual, why can’t people accept her as being homosexual?”

“Do you think I’d like it?”

“I don’t know, Yolanda. I asked Dianne what the difference in oral sex was between Chloe and me. She said Chloe is softer, less demanding, less intent at getting to the other parts of sex, putting a cock in a hole. I can see why she said that. If I’m honest, that’s what I want. Everything for men is a lead up to getting my rocks off. Until I do, nothing important has been accomplished.

“Dianne feels there’s less pressure to get to the ending with Chloe. Chloe could take forever to get there and Dianne would enjoy all the minutes until then. No one gets blue balls, no one gets impatient. So even if you closed your eyes, you might be able to tell it was a woman giving you oral sex. But sex isn’t just the pleasure you receive from it. It’s all the emotions and expectations and everything else in your life you bring into it. If having sex with a woman bothered you, it would probably still bother you even if it felt good. Even if you had a screamingly good orgasm, you might not enjoy it. The question is, should you have to do it if you don’t want to? I think the answer to that is no. You should never do something you don’t want to do. That’s what Marty wants and I think he’s wrong for wanting it.”

“Even though you and Dianne and Chloe are all having sex together?”

“Even then. No one forced anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do. I’m not making Dianne have sex with Chloe. No one is forcing Chloe to have sex with me. She prefers women and would be happy with a woman, but she’s not radically opposed to sex with men, and probably me least of all. We’d dated and had sex before she discovered her sexual identity. We’re best friends and care a great deal for each other. She likes me in non-sexual ways. At the same time, she gets to enjoy sex with a woman. It works for us. That doesn’t mean it would work for everyone in all situations.”

“So you don’t think I should give in to Marty?”

“Whether you do or not is up to you, but I’d say this. You give in to Marty a lot, to the point he expects you to give in to anything eventually if he whines enough. Until now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever said no and meant it was any more than you’ll have to keep working on me but I’ll eventually cave. If you give in on this, there’s a good chance that the next time Marty wants something, he’ll refuse to accept no as an answer.

“So first it’s sex with a woman, then a threesome, then group sex, a gang bang, wife swapping, or whatever he gets in his head he wants you to do next. At some point, unless you want to be his doormat, you have to say no and mean it or it will always be something more. Where do you want to draw a line in the sand and say ‘Fuck No!’ It seems you’re pretty close to that line now or you wouldn’t have walked out. Why not draw it now?”

“You know; I’m not even sure if I’d be adamantly opposed to seeing what being with a woman was like. I’m curious. I wonder how it would be different, but I don’t want to be a show for Marty and his perversions. If I did it, I want it to be for myself and not for Marty.”

“Then try it out and don’t tell him.”

“I can’t do that. We’re practically engaged. It would feel like cheating.”

“Then tell him that. If I do this, it will be for myself and not you. I won’t talk about it after or tell you what I did or who I did it with to satisfy your prurient interests. It’s to satisfy my curiosity, not yours. We’ll never talk about it. If you can agree to live with those rules, I’ll do it and not tell you about it. If you can’t, I won’t do it. But either way, stick to your guns. Don’t keep giving in to him. Somewhere, you have to push back or Marty will walk all over you.”

Yolanda nodded thoughtfully. “Thanks. You’ve given me some great advice. I appreciate it. I know Marty is more your friend than I am.”

“Not to the point you should do anything he asks you to do. You’re intelligent, beautiful, caring. You could have anyone you wanted but an out and out racist. If Marty doesn’t accept you for the way you are, that’s his problem, not yours.”

“Thank you, Matt.”

“Ricky, I’m home,” Dianne called out as she walked through the door. Seeing Yolanda, she looked around. “Where’s Marty?”

“Not here yet. Yolanda wanted to talk a bit first. Asked me to tell Marty not to come until she was ready. Do you want to talk to Dianne or Chloe first or should I ask Marty to get his ass over here.”

“I wouldn’t mind talking to Dianne for a few minutes first.”

“Why don’t you use the bedroom and have a little privacy.”

“Come on in, Yolanda. I just want to put some comfy clothes on.”

They disappeared in the bedroom and fifteen minutes later, came out. “Go ahead and call Marty,” Yolanda said, “and tell him he better bring a good attitude. I don’t want to listen to any shit.”

“Right, shitless attitude. Got it.”

Matt sent the text. Two minutes later, there was a key in the lock and Chloe came in, closely followed by Marty.

“Look what the cat dragged in, Mom. Can I keep him? He was hanging around in the parking lot. He said he just got the okay to come in. Should I kick him to the curb or let him plead his case?”

“He can plead his case,” Yolanda said.

“Behave,” Chloe ordered. “This is still my apartment. If you fuck up, I’ll be happy to boot you out. You slugging the asshole in the restaurant on Friday only goes so far.”

“Got it.”

Marty entered the room and got down on one knee in front of Yolanda.

“Yolo, I’m sorry I’m such an asshole. I know I get too carried away and go too fucking far. I promise I’ll do better. You mean everything to me. Losing you for even one night was one night too many. I’ll never ask you to have sex with a woman again. I promise.”

Marty prostrated himself and started kissing Yolanda’s shoes.

“You know what, Marty. If you hadn’t been so insistent on me doing it, and worse yet, wanting to watch me do it, I might have considered it a long time ago. I’m somewhat curious about being with a woman, but not so much I want to put on a show for you.

“Sex is a private matter, not to be bandied about or acted out for another person’s sexual fantasies. I love you enough I would never have sex with anyone else without your okay, so if you would allow me to have sex with a woman, I’ll do it, but it won’t be in front of you. I will do it with a stranger, not one of our friends, so you can’t pester them for the details, but someone you don’t know. It will be my business and not yours. You won’t ask about it, or who I had sex with, or any details, or even ask if I liked it. I don’t talk about my sex life with you to anyone and I won’t talk about my sex life with anyone else with you. If you don’t want to live by those rules, I won’t do it. I’m not that curious.

“But this is it, Marty. I’m not your sex toy. I’m either your girlfriend or I’m not. You can’t ask me to do anything I’m uncomfortable with. No threesomes, orgies, wife swapping, bondage or anything else your kinky mind can come up with. You can ask me something once, but you accept the fucking answer, whatever it is. Don’t wheedle, pester, annoy, coax, cajole, inveigle or otherwise attempt to charm me into some other answer. I’m putting my foot down now. If you do it again, I’ll leave you for good. I don’t want to go through this every time you come up with some new idea to try out. Do you understand where I’m coming from?”

“Does this mean you’re coming home with me?”

“If you agree to the aforementioned rules. I’m sick of arguing about all this stuff. You should have as much respect for my feelings and sensibilities as I have for yours. If I don’t want to do something, that’s it. Just like you don’t want to suck any cocks. I would never ask you to violate your beliefs on the matter. Don’t ask me to violate mine.”

“I agree. Are you coming home now?”

“I guess.”

Marty got back up onto one knee, pulling a small box out of his pocket. He opened the box and pulled out a diamond ring.

“Yolanda, would you marry me. I realize I never want to go through another night without you. Please accept my hand in marriage. I’ll be a much better person.”

“No. I won’t marry you.” Marty’s face fell. “Yet.” There was a spark of hope. “You’ve promised to be better before and all those promises turned out to be worthless. I’m sick of listening to promises. I want actions. If you can behave yourself for two months, you can ask me again and you’ll get a different answer, but I want proof you’ve changed, not promises to change.”

“Thank you, Yolo. I won’t let you down again.”

“What about the first thing I said?”

“The first thing? Oh, yeah. Okay. You do what you want. You never need to even tell me if or when it happens. I’d only expect it to happen once, and I don’t care who you do it with. I’ll never ask anyone what happened. It it happens, it’s up to you and your private business.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you if it happened, but that’s it. I’ll say I had sex with a woman and you can let your imagination run wild. I might even get some good fucking out of it. But no other details. Not who, when, where or one fucking particular, including whether or not I orgasmed. Everything else will have to be your imagination, and it will only happen once. I won’t do it again for any other reason, solely to satisfy my curiosity. You can bet it won’t be with anyone in this room.”

“Leaving the room now,” Chloe said. “Are you paying attention, leaving the room. Does the kitchen count?”

Yolanda laughed. “No one in this apartment. Though I might ask for your advice as to who to approach.”

“I’ve got the perfect girl. Dumb as a box of rocks, can’t carry a conversation worth a damn, but man can she lick cunt. I’ll have to check and see if she graduated. It’s been over a year.”

“Oh, yeah,” Dianne said, “I remember her. Lasted for like twenty-four hours, right.”

“Nailed it. That’s the one. I think we spent eighteen of those fucking. I’m sure she’d like chocolate candy. What was her name again?”