Promises

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old.

As always, any political, social or religious views in this story are those of the characters and their circumstances, and don’t necessarily reflect those of the author.

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PART SIX — Two’s Company, but Three’s…

It’s about eleven that night when we are awakened by a soft but insistent knock at the door. I throw on a robe and peer through the chained opening. “I didn’t know where else to turn,” she says, sounding like she’s on the verge of tears.

It’s Anna.

I quickly open the door wide and she slips inside, pulling her luggage behind her. “What’s wrong,” I ask, closing the door and hugging her to me. Normally, this would be a calculated action, but this is Anna. She wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my chest.

Kira slips out of bed and joins us.

“I had a big fight with René,” Anna says, maybe sounding a little more settled now.

“What was it about?” Kira asks. She unselfconsciously hops up on the chair next to us. I release Anna and she hugs Kira. Then I wrap my arms around them both.

“René was mad about my getting naked with you guys. She’s been getting more and more possessive ever since I met Peter on Monday. When I told her I didn’t want to have sex with her tonight, it was clearly the last straw, and she went off on me, calling me every name in the book. I just had to get out. I went down to the front desk to see about getting my own room, but the jerk got all pissy about having to do any real work so late in the evening. I’m sure he would have eventually gotten me a room, but I just didn’t want to deal with any more bad attitudes tonight.”

“Who was it?” I ask.

“His tag said Raul, I think.”

Kira gives me a knowing look. “That guy is such an asshole,” she says.

“Yeah, he kinda was,” Anna says, “so I came here. Do you mind if I sleep on your couch? Just for tonight? I can get another room in the morning when someone else is at the desk.”

“The couch?” Kira asks, almost looking offended. “Don’t be silly, Anna. You’re sleeping with us.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room for three,” I add.

The only thing more surreal than our immediate invitation is that Anna doesn’t seem the least bit taken aback by it. “I’d like that,” she says simply. I unwrap the girls from my embrace and grab Anna’s larger suitcase, placing it with ours. Kira shows her to the bathroom so she can get ready for bed.

A few moments later, I hear the shower start up. I can’t blame Anna for wanting to cleanse herself. Being pressured for sex by René would make me feel dirty too.

Kira returns to bed and spoons to my chest. I pull the sheet up to our waists. With all of the windows open and the tropical breezes slowly moving through the room, the temperature is perfect, but I feel Kira shiver. “Am I insane,” she whispers, “inviting another woman into our bed? I saw the way she was, spreading sunscreen on you and playing with your cock.”

“You’re no more insane than I am. She likes girls and she told me she wanted to be with you.”

We say no more as we wait for Anna. Eventually she walks into the open bathroom doorway, dressed in a terry robe, but then she stops. The indecision on her face is clear to see. She pauses for a long moment, then turns and retreats to the bathroom. Kira immediately gets up to go to her. I’m right behind her.

“Anna,” Kira says, “are you okay?”

While I’ve learned a lot about social situations and human emotions by rote over the years, I know I’m way over my head at the moment. I let Kira do the talking.

The soft glow of moonlight through the glass roof is plenty enough to see the conflict on Anna’s face. “I just don’t want to hurt you guys.”

“Do you want to be with us?” Kira asks.

“That’s just it, before today I could never have imagined that I’d want to share a bed with two other people, especially a man and a nearly straight woman, but after getting to know you guys… yeah. I want to be with you. Both of you.”

“We have something very special here, don’t we?” I say.

Anna nods, but then looks me in the eye. “You need to know, Peter, that as much as I like you, it’s Kira that I want. Not to steal away from you, though. You two are so wonderful together that it would make me cry if I did anything to hurt that. I just want to share her with you for a while.”

I’m again without words, but Kira jumps in. “I totally understand, Anna. I want to be with you too, but not if it’s going to damage what I have with Peter.” She turns to look at me. “I guess this is really up to you. If you’re not completely comfortable with this, please say so. I don’t think either of us could stand to hurt you.”

At first, it seems like a slam dunk. I mean, what man wouldn’t want two gorgeous and willing women in his bed? But how will the memory of what we could do tonight color the relationship that Kira and I might have in the future? We’ve never had a real argument, but every couple eventually does. Would this come back to haunt us?

In the end, I have to go with my heart and what I know of how the three of us have gotten along so far. The way we all shared and got along on the beach, the way that Kira and I each got to know and like Anna individually, and our immediate invitation to her to join us in bed, all tell me that the chemistry between the three of us is near magical. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.

“Anna, I’m head over heels for Kira and she comes first for me, but you’re very, very welcome to join us,” I say. “I want you with us.”

Anna nods, relieved. “Good,” she says, shrugging out of her robe and hanging it on the hook. I reach out and take her hand, while Kira takes her other, and we lead her to our bed.

Kira and I resume our previous position, with her spooned to my chest. Then Anna slips into bed, lying on her side facing us. There’s the briefest moment of awkwardness, but then Kira reaches out and begins to stroke Anna’s full breast.

Somehow, in all of this, the idea has evidently not occurred to any of us that we might just sleep. There is way too much sexual desire in the air for that.

I watch in interest as Kira’s gentle touch gets Anna’s nipples to make an appearance. In turn, Anna reaches out to massage Kira’s breast. “I wish mine were as firm as yours,” Anna murmurs. “So pert and young-looking.”

“I wish mine were bigger, like yours,” Kira says. “The first time Peter saw me, he mistook me for a grade-schooler.”

“In my defense,” I say quickly, “it was below zero and she was wearing a heavy coat. I positively love her breasts.” To emphasize this, I reach in and cup Kira’s other breast, stroking the hard little nipple.

“What about mine,” Anna says playfully.

“They’re nice too.” I know she’s asking for more than my opinion, but I can’t help but tease her a little. She reaches over and snags my hand, placing it on her own breast. Kira giggles.

I cup Anna’s breast gently and begin to massage it. I’m taken aback by how firm it is. I’ve never felt a boob so big that felt this nice. “Oh, wow,” I murmur. “You really have nice breasts, Anna.”

She blushes. “Thanks.”

“So which ones to you like better?” Kira asks playfully.

“Hey girls, Momma didn’t raise no fool. Let’s just say that each of you has tits perfectly suited to your respective bodies. You’d look pretty silly with each other’s.”

“Yeah, you’d be totally flat-chested,” Kira says to Anna, giggling.

“And you’d need to see a chiropractor a couple times a week,” Anna replies with a smile, “but there must be some standard that we can judge by.”

“How about a taste test?” Kira exclaims. She turns and rolls me onto my back. Rather, she applies a little bit of pressure to my shoulder and I comply. Kira gets to her hands and knees and crawls up to where she can lower a perfectly formed nipple to my mouth. I suckle greedily.

“Mmm, very tasty,” I say at last.

Kira moves aside. Amazingly, Anna doesn’t even hesitate, crawling over and lowering herself down to me. I suck Anna’s breast into my mouth and play with her nipple with my tongue. The way that her breath catches in her throat when she feels a man do that to her for the first time is an added bonus.

The girls have a good time taking turns and I use my hands to make sure both sets of beautiful mammaries are getting constant attention. But then my hands naturally begin to wander lower. Kira is immediately welcoming, but I feel Anna tense a little, and with good reason. She got into our bed so that she could be with Kira, not necessarily to be diddled by a man. The tenseness seems to pass, though, and I can feel her start to relax and go with the flow. My hands move lower.

Just like how it’s almost impossible to rub your belly while you pat your head, I have to use the same motions with both girls, so they giggle in unison when I tickle their navels. Things get more serious, though, when I head further south.

Anna tenses a bit as I run my fingers through her blond landing strip. Kira, conversely, is trying to grind herself against my hand, ready and eager for me to make full contact with her most erogenous area.

I skip their clits for now, instead rubbing my middle fingers in their slots. Kira is soaking wet, but Anna is dry until I burrow a little deeper to find moisture.

“Is this okay, Anna?”

She nods after a moment. I’m in the middle of being switched from Kira’s breast to hers, but it never arrives as she focuses completely on what I’m doing.

I slowly sink a finger into Anna while I massage Kira’s pit. Kira turns her head to Anna, and the two of them kiss while I watch in awe.

If I’d thought their goodbye kiss in front of the bungalow had been passionate, I now realize that it had been nothing. Not compared to this. Their lips and tongues are seeking, desiring and probing. It’s enough to make my cock surge to an almost painful stiffness, but this is about them, not me.

With their passion rising exponentially, Anna becomes much wetter, easing my finger’s movements in her folds. I don’t know if the change is due to Kira’s kisses or if she’s decided that being diddled by a man is hot after all, but at this point it really doesn’t matter.

After a bit of this, I move my wet fingers upward a little, finding the girls’ clits. They moan into each other’s mouths as I begin to tease them in a swirling pattern. I’m having to concentrate because both of the girls are moving their hips and I’m chasing them a bit.

Kira drops her face down to kiss me, followed quickly by Anna. What evolves is the most amazing, sloppiest and passionate round of kissing I’ve ever been involved in. At times, my tongue is with one girl’s while they have their tongues in each other’s’ mouths, sometimes I have one in my mouth, and sometimes two. All the while, I keep up the action down below. It’s not long until they start to come.

Anna is first and her face lifts away from ours as she experiences her ecstasy. I ease up a little on her, but then feel Kira reach her own climax. Her reaction is different, burrowing her tongue even deeper into my mouth. I love the feeling of helping her get to that special place and work to keep her there. I can’t help but do the same thing with Anna and she seems to achieve a second climax, her face twisted up into what might look like agony if I didn’t know better.

I continue to kiss Kira as she comes down from her climax, but Anna is done first, flopping down on her back next to us and sighing happily. Kira gives me one last long, sweet kiss, then crawls over to Anna, laying down on top of her like she does with me and giving her long, languid kisses. The sight is amazing.

Eventually, the two of them appear to be ready for more. Kira’s lips leave Anna’s and she begins to kiss her way down Anna’s long neck. “Is this okay?” she asks the taller woman.

“Yeah, I’ll like anything you do, but you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’ve never wanted to be with a woman before,” Kira says, “but since I’m with you, I want to try everything.”

“Good,” Anna says.

Myself, I’m just happy to be able to watch this.

Kira kisses the hollow of Anna’s throat as Anna’s eyes close and her hands run all over the tiny woman’s body. Then Kira begins to kiss her way down Anna’s chest toward her breasts, which are flattened some in this position, but are displaying nipples more erect than I’ve seen on them before.

Kira nudges a breast around with her cheek a few times, feeling its heft, then takes a nipple into her mouth. “Oh yes,” Anna moans. “That’s so good.”

Kira moves to Anna’s other breast, wrapping both hands around it firmly and bringing it up to her mouth. It’s a lot more than two hand’s worth for her.

Now I notice that Kira’s lower thigh is between Anna’s legs as she straddles Anna’s thicker thigh. Kira’s hips are moving a little, rubbing her privates against firm, smooth flesh while rubbing Anna’s with her own. Anna’s hips begin to move as well.

Eventually, Kira leaves Anna’s breast and begins to move lower. Her trip down Anna’s body is a banquet of kissing, tonguing and caressing, and Anna folds a pillow so that she can prop her head up a little higher to watch.

Kira reams Anna’s navel with her tongue, but then, as I’ve been hoping, begins to move lower. She’s fascinated by Anna’s pubic hair, having none of her own, and begins to swirl it with her tiny finger. “Oh Anna,” she murmurs, “you’re so beautiful.”

She’s right about that. Anna really is a magnificent woman. I long to reach for her myself, but I don’t want to distract them.

Kira rests her cheek on Anna’s thigh and gazes up into her eyes. “I want to know what a vagina is like on the inside,” she murmurs. “I want to touch you there.”

“I want you to do that too.”

Kira traces a gentle finger down across Anna’s pretty labia as I sit up cross-legged to gain a better vantage. Anna’s eyes are closed now.

Kira’s finger traces the outside of Anna’s visibly wet opening, perhaps teasing a little. Then, almost reverently, she slides her tiny finger all the way in. Her eyes get huge, as I’m sure mine did the first time a woman actually allowed me to touch her that way. Nothing else feels as magical as the inside of a pussy. Anna moans as Kira wiggles her digit around, feeling all of the wondrousness that is a woman’s vagina.

“Oh God yes,” Anna gasps. “Give me more.”

Kira looks up to me for guidance. I know what I would do for Anna, so I pass that advice to Kira by holding up two fingers, side-by-side, but then shake my head and show her three. Even three of hers wouldn’t come close to being two of mine.

Kira complies and puts three fingers together, then gently works them back into her female lover a little at a time as they pick up slick moisture. Finally she’s stroking in and out, clear up to the knuckle of her pinky. Unbidden, she adds her smallest digit too, and goes in deeper and wider, still turning her hand and exploring. She’s obviously aroused enough that she’s past any worries about what’s usual and proper. She’s just letting the spirit move her, and she seems to have very good instincts.

“Oh Jesus, that’s so good,” Anna says, “but I need you to go a little deeper and stroke my G-spot.”

“I’m as deep as I can reach with my fingers,” Kira says. “Do you really want me to put my whole hand in there?”

“Yeah, I really need that.”

Kira looks at me with wide eyes, like she’s asking me if that’s really something people do. I’ve certainly never done that with a woman. With my outsized hands, I’d need to have a surgical team standing by to staunch the bleeding and start reconstructive surgery, but I’m sure that Anna could very easily handle Kira doing it. I doubt that Kira’s tiny hand would be much bigger around than my cock. I nod at her and even demonstrate the shape her hand should take.

Kira gulps and adds her thumb, slowly working her whole hand into Anna’s sweet pussy. I hold my breath as Kira works the fattest part of her hand past the tightest part of Anna’s opening, but while it looks pretty snug, it doesn’t appear to be causing the blonde any discomfort whatsoever. Kira’s eyes are huge as her whole hand disappears inside her larger friend, but she remembers that she’s on a mission. “Tell me what to do,” she says.

“Turn your hand so it’s palm-side up and rub me with a finger,” Anna says. “Good. Now pull back just a little… A little further. Oh shit, you’re there. Rub that. Oh Jesus, that’s it.”

“I think I feel it,” Kira says, her eyes full of wonder. “How’s this?”

Anna just moans. Kira takes her other hand and delicately begins to explore Anna’s folds. Her fingers start down near where her wrist disappears, but she’s slowly moving up, closer and closer to Anna’s center of pleasure. At last, she begins to diddle Anna’s clit, causing our tall companion to gasp and squirm. I can only imagine what that must feel like. Us guys don’t have anything like a clit or G-spot, but Anna’s having both ministered to.

Anna turns her face to me and gives me a pleading look, holding out her arms. I quickly go to her, lying against her side and kissing her. Anna wraps her hands around my head and pulls me close, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I’m only too happy to reciprocate, kissing her hard, then reaching over to take her full breast in my hand. I massage it, then pinch the nipple gently between my thumb and finger.

After less than a minute, Anna’s approaching a climax. I wrap my arm around her and hold her tight. I keep kissing her as she stiffens and begins to shudder. She’s perfectly silent, but the intensity of it is undeniable. I don’t know what Kira’s doing down there now, but I’m enjoying the results. I’ve previously liked the feeling of Anna against me, but holding her close while she undergoes the little death is simply sensational.

Eventually, Anna comes down from her peak, but Kira’s not even close to done down there. “No, no,” Anna cries out, “I can’t handle another one.”

Fortunately, Kira doesn’t believe that for a moment and keeps right on going. Maybe she can sense that Anna has more in her, but in any case, Anna begins to wriggle, like she’s trying to escape, but I continue to hold her tight. Now she’s starting to make noise, moaning louder and louder. Having held her through an orgasm, I now have a feeling for her responses, and I can tell that she’s on her way to a very special place.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later she takes a big breath and cries out. So she’s not always silent when she comes. This orgasm is colossal. She starts to shake and writhe, and I worry about the physical safety of both girls, but when I look down, Kira has already pulled out and is using her sopping hand to stimulate Anna even further, running her sopping fingers in tight, hard circles on the taller girl’s clit. She looks up at me with an expression of wonder, as if she’d never imagined she could have such fun.

I go to kiss Anna and she nearly sucks my tongue out of my mouth. We kiss hard and brutal while Kira works her new-found magic. I’ve never been a part of such an intense sexual experience.

All incredible things must come to an end, though, and this time when Anna comes down off her high, Kira just lays her smooth cheek on Anna’s abused pussy. Anna’s kisses become much less frantic until she’s finally done. I back off a little, giving her some space.

“Holy shit,” Anna finally murmurs. “Who’da thunk my best orgasm ever would come from a straight girl and a guy?”

“Hey, I was just along for the ride,” I say. “You have Kira to thank.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” she says. “I know just how to thank her.”

“Oh really?” Kira says. “Just what do you plan to do?”

“Peter and I are going to eat you until you beg for mercy,” Anna giggles. She gives me a wink and I smile, totally on board.

I let go of Anna and get to my knees, then reach down and lift Kira up in my hands. Anna rolls out of the way as I lie her down on the bed, then joins me in kissing Kira in our patented three-way style.

We all three are enjoying this immensely, but then Anna and I begin to kiss our way down Kira’s fine little body. She turns out to be exceptionally ticklish tonight, squirming all over the bed, especially when Anna and I suck her nipples.

“She’s not making this easy,” I complain.

Anna looks at me. “I don’t think we have a choice. We’re gonna have to tie her down.”

“You wouldn’t,” Kira gasps in horror.

Anna doesn’t know about her abductions, so it’s an innocent proposal, but I watch Kira very closely. After what’s been done to her, I would have assumed that any physical restraints would be an automatic no-go, but her fear is obviously feigned. Amazingly, I think she’d actually enjoy this. It says volumes about the trust she has in two people she’s known for only a few days.

“Oh, but we would,” Anna says with an evil grin. She quickly grabs Kira’s upper arms and holds her down while our pint-sized lover pretends to struggle. Kira’s acting could use a little help, because she’s giggling all the while. Meanwhile, I rifle our suitcases for suitable implements. We end up binding Kira’s wrists and ankles to the feet of the bed with several pairs of pantyhose from Anna’s collection. I’m trying to remember how to tie a taut-line hitch so we can adjust how much slack we’re giving Kira, when I notice that Anna’s already throwing that knot. Wow, a woman of many talents. She quickly re-ties mine for me.

I figure that the bonds are mostly symbolic, so I’m planning to leave Kira some slack, but Anna has other ideas. She cinches the ones on Kira’s ankles, pulling her limbs tightly into the corners of the bed. Kira is in a nearly full splits and can barely move.

“Are you okay like this?” I ask, concerned that her bonds may be too constricting.

“Is this all the tighter you’re gonna go?” she teases. I decide she’s just fine.

With her properly restrained, we can pick up where we left off.

Anna seems to love Kira’s hard nipples as much as I do. They are quite large in proportion and easy to pull on. For her part, Kira seems to enjoy it at least as much as we do.

Anna and I make a good team when it’s finally time to leave Kira’s breasts and continue downward. We nibble and lick our way across her ticklish ribs as she squirms and giggles. We arrive at Kira’s little navel at the same time and tongue it together, trying to stick both of our tongues in there at the same time. Lord only knows what this must feel like for our small companion.

We’re traveling downward toward our eventual goal, but just when it seems to my poor lover that we’re finally almost there, I follow Anna’s lead and shift to the inside of Kira’s left knee while she takes the right.

We torture Kira unmercifully, taking our own sweet time moving inward, nibbling and nuzzling as we go. There isn’t a whole lot of real estate here, though, so we approach each other sooner than we might have otherwise. Eventually we meet in the middle and Anna turns her face to mine. We begin to kiss, only our cheeks making incidental contact with Kira’s maidenhood. She writhes and squirms, but Anna and I pretend (or maybe just exaggerate) that we only have attention for each other.

Finally, Kira’s had about enough of waiting. “Dammit, you guys. Will at least one of you eat my pussy?”

“There,” Anna says. “That’s just what I was waiting to hear.” She turns to me. “Now let me show you the proper way to do this.”

“Uh, I’ve actually done it quite a few times,” I say.

“Not like this you haven’t. Watch and learn.”

I should never have doubted her, because what she proceeds to do to Kira is truly astounding. Using her tongue, she plays Kira’s little lips like a Stradivarius, bringing her right to the brink and then easing her back, several times, then finally taking her over the edge. Only then does she go after Kira’s clit, using the sensitive little organ to push her even higher, then return her there again and again. I’m in awe.

Meanwhile, Kira is somewhere between heaven and bedlam as Anna takes her to places she’s never been before. I’m making mental notes for tomorrow, so that maybe I can do something similar.

Finally, Anna relents, and Kira gradually comes down from her high. “Oh shit, Anna,” she gasps. “That was astounding, but I think you’ve turned my pussy into quivering jelly.”

“You’ll be fine,” Anna says. “And you’re nowhere near done, either. Peter hasn’t had a chance to try out what I just showed him.”

Kira’s eyes go wide with fear. “Oh no, I couldn’t handle that right now. It would kill me.” She’s not fooling me, though. She wants this.

I get into position, mentally reviewing what I’ve just seen, and thanking the fates again for my photographic memory. I’m plotting just how I’m going to apply these new techniques. Anna is watching as I slip just the tip of my tongue between Kira’s little labia. She squirms a little, but I follow her, concentrating on using Anna’s techniques and not my old go-to methods. The improvements are quickly evident. Kira is responding very quickly.

“Oh Jesus,” she moans. “What you’re doing to me is amazing.”

I’m really enjoying this as well and I keep going, noting the change in results from the new techniques. I’m going to relish listening to her beg for mercy.

I keep after her, burrowing with the tip of my tongue down into the hood around her clit and circling the tiny little organ as quickly as I can. Then I take the pad of my thumb and begin to massage her little pit. It’s something that Anna hadn’t done.

“Harder,” Kira gasps. “Press harder.” I want to be careful with her, especially not knowing much about Kira’s unusual anatomy, but I press harder with my thumb and feel it sink into her body a little. It’s a novel and amazing sensation.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

“Oh yeah, that’s it.”

I continue to do this, using Anna’s techniques and firmly massaging Kira’s unique erogenous zone. Much sooner than I would have expected, Kira starts to shudder and shake as another orgasm hits her. Even Anna is seemingly surprised by how Kira positively explodes, screaming out loud and bucking against her restraints as she comes. I grasp her upper thighs in my hands to keep her relatively still while I continue to eat her.

“Oh God, stop!” she begs. “I can’t take any more of this,” but again, I know better and only redouble my efforts. Anna’s been playing with Kira’s breasts, but she looks a little concerned that I’m not stopping. I give her a wink and she nods, leaning down to kiss Kira. She’s met by a needy mouth and the two of them kiss passionately as Kira continues to climax.

Eventually, though, even my best efforts aren’t enough and Kira tumbles down the far side of her mountain. I ease up, and then just place a soothing hand over her abused center. I lie down at her side, careful not to put any weight on her still tied limbs, and join Anna in gently kissing her as she recovers. It takes a minute or so before the shuddering and twitching are truly finished, but then she sighs contentedly.

“And to think, only a few days ago I had never done anything more than kiss,” Kira murmurs. “I think I nearly died of sex there, but it would have been a hell of a way to go out.”

“Oh, I think we’d rather still have you around with us,” I say.

“And I’m glad I’m still here.”

Anna busies herself untying the bonds while Kira and I continue to kiss. Then she rejoins us, snuggling in close.

Kira looks back and forth at us. “That was truly amazing, guys.” But then she gives me a more wistful look. “Peter, I just wish I was taller and had a vagina so we could screw while we kissed. I want that for us.”

I want that too. Our inability to have intercourse (and the impossibility of Kira’s bearing children) have been my only serious reservations about an ongoing relationship with her. Yet now, with my love for this tiny woman growing by leaps and bounds, I resolve to put those issues behind me.

Kira and I have already found mind-blowing substitutes for intercourse. And with surrogacy being so common now, I can still have kids. Hell, since she has ovaries, there might be a medical way that they could be our kids. The only thing standing in our way now is the Carlisi family, and I have faith that we’ll find a way to resolve that issue as well.

Of course there’s still the issue of Kira’s wishes, but I don’t know how to help her there. Even if she had a vagina, our extreme difference in height probably wouldn’t have let us kiss while I was in her. Some problems have no solutions.

“Hey now, we’ve been doing okay, haven’t we?” I reply.

She nods. “Yeah, we do a lot more than okay, but I’ve always had this dream of kissing my man while he slowly strokes in and out of me. I wish I could give that to you.”

I nod. “I’d like that too, but I love you, and being with you is better than any lovemaking I’ve ever done before. Let’s be happy with what we have.”

She nods and nuzzles me. “I am happy,” she says.

I notice that our companion has a very thoughtful look on her face. “What is it, Anna?” I ask. Kira turns her head to face her.

“I think I know how I might be able to help you guys out. You two may never be able to kiss during intercourse, but I can give you the next best thing.”

Anna tells us what she has in mind.

“But you don’t swing that way,” I protest.

She shrugs. “While I don’t do that with men, I’d do it with you.”

“Uh…”

“That’s not a put-down, Peter. You just feel different to me than other men. I think I can do this.”

“But Anna, you’re a virgin. Shouldn’t this be about you?”

“Actually, as a lesbian that kind of virginity doesn’t mean much to me. The first time I received an orgasm from another woman was what I consider my first time. I know you’ll consider it special being the first, and only, man to have me that way, so you can honor me by allowing me to provide you guys a special gift. That will be a lot more fun for me than any other way you could take me.”

It still feels weird, but put that way, it’s acceptable to me. I look at Kira, who nods and looks at Anna.

“I think this is just flat awesome of you,” Kira says. “I’m in.”

I look at Anna. “I’m in too. Thank you.”

She grins. “Hop off the bed for a second.” I get to my feet and Kira settles comfortably into the crook of my arm.

Anna pulls the top sheet up under her chin. Then, with a tug, she pulls the bottom loose until her feet are showing. Next, she grabs a pillow and, turning her head to the side, covers her head with it.

Kira knows just what to do. She maneuvers herself onto her back on top of the unseen Anna, moving up to where her head is lying back on the pillow. She spreads her legs to where her feet are on either side of Anna, nearly unnoticeable beneath her. “Make love to me, Peter,” she says.

The sight is so amazing, with Kira ready and waiting for me, tiny and demure on the big bed. I don’t hesitate. I crawl up the bed to her, pulling the bottom edge of the sheet with me just enough to gain access. I’m just high enough to be able to keep my weight on my elbows. Soon my stiff cock is brushing against warm, sweet flesh.

My lips meet Kira’s and we kiss in growing anticipation. “I love you, Kira Zwilling.”

“And I love you, Peter Malakhov.” Then she puts her hands on my head and moves me back so we can look into each other’s eyes. “Promise me something?”

“Anything, Kira.”

“If something bad should happen that takes me away from you, please don’t give up on me. Don’t ever let me forget.”

“What is it, Kira?” I ask, suddenly concerned by the frightened look on her face. “What’s going to happen? What would take you away from me?”

“I don’t know, but promise me anyway?”

I can certainly do that. “Kira, if something bad should happen that takes you away from me, I promise I will never give up on you, no matter what.”

This seems to calm her fears, and her smile is blissfully happy. “Thank you, Peter. Now make love with me.”

I reach down and feel warm, lovely feminine folds. A quick dip of a finger tells me she’s ready. I place myself at her entrance, gently rubbing my head in her to make sure we’re well lubricated. Slowly I apply a little bit of pressure and feel my head slip inside. I hear her soft gasp.

Kira and I kiss passionately as I work my way deeper and deeper. I feel warmth and tightness, but also acceptance as muscles relax and begin to squeeze me rhythmically. I work my way a little deeper with each slow, easy stroke.

Kira moves her hips against me, gently grinding herself into my flesh. Her eyes close as she basks in the sensation. In turn, I bear down a little on each stroke, using extra motions at the bottom of each to provide maximum clitoral stimulation.

“Oh, this is amazing,” I murmur into Kira’s mouth. To me, it feels like I’m in her. It’s a near miracle.

“Mmm,” she replies softly. Other than the sound of the distant surf and soft breezes rustling the palm trees outside the open windows, these are the only sounds in the room.

I gently find the limit of how far I can enter, which is gloriously close to being fully sheathed. With more confidence now, I begin to move in longer strokes, withdrawing until only the head remains, then plunging in, almost to the limit.

It seems like the whole world has shrunk down around the two of us, and we continue to kiss and make love as if time no longer has any meaning. Kira comes once, shaking and clutching tight to me with arms and legs. Another time, I slow when I feel strong, clutching spasms around my manhood.

At last I feel my own climax approaching. “I’m going to come soon. Can you come with me?”

“Oh God, yes,” Kira says, grinding herself against me a little harder.

“Can I come inside you?” A whispered “yes” is my answer.

After the intensity of the day’s activities, my trip up the ramp to my release is slow, but sure. I increase my tempo and eventually tip over the edge. “I’m going to come now,” I murmur.

“Oh yes, fill me,” Kira moans. I feel her, and the sheet beneath her, begin to shake as I give myself over to my release. It’s an almost painful, yet ultimately glorious sensation as I plant my seed deep, pressed gently up inside, as far as I can go.

Kira and I kiss passionately as we come, but her earlier words still hover in my consciousness. I can almost feel goose bumps rise as I sense her fear and desperation.

I can feel it too.

* * * * *

I wake on my back, with Kira gently snoring on my chest. I can detect just the first glimmerings of daylight. The smooth top sheet is pulled up near our shoulders, but I’m warmer to the right than to the left. Anna is sleeping on her side with her head pillowed on my arm and her own arm over the small of Kira’s back. It occurs to me that I’d love to wake like this every morning for the rest of my life.

Anna’s eyes meet mine. She’s obviously been awake, but hasn’t wanted to wake us anymore than I want to wake Kira. I slowly swivel my face to hers and give her a long, not exactly passionate, but certainly not completely chaste kiss. We do that every now and then for the next twenty minutes until Kira wakes with a big yawn. The sky outside the window is becoming deep orange as the sun rises over the jungle.

“Good morning, you two,” she says at last, giving me, then Anna, a long, languid kiss. We’re all ignoring each other’s morning breath.

“Good morning yourself, sleepyhead,” Anna says.

“Hey, we’re wasting daylight here,” Kira exclaims. She springs to her feet on the bed, then jumps to the floor and heads for the door. “Last one in the surf is a rotten egg!”

“But I really need to pee,” Anna protests.

“That’s what the ocean is for,” Kira says, her voice fading as she goes out the front door. Anna and I groan, but I roll off the bed and to my feet, then pull Anna to hers. I stuff my key card in a planter as the front door closes behind us.

I take Anna’s large hand in mine as we head out across the sand. I find that her fingers can comfortably intertwine with mine. This is a first for me, and I like it.

Kira’s lead is insurmountable, so we’re in no hurry. I can’t help looking over at Anna as she walks, noting again just how good she looks. A week ago, she would have been the perfect woman for me, if she weren’t mostly a lesbian anyway.

“I really need to pee,” she murmurs.

“So pee,” I say.

“Now?”

“Sure, no one’s paying any attention to us.” There are a couple of joggers running barefoot down near the surf, but other than that, we have the beach to ourselves.

“They’ll see me if I squat.”

“Then don’t squat.”

“But then it’ll run down my legs.”

“So? You’ll be in the water in a minute. It’ll rinse right off.”

A pause. “Okay, I’ll do it. Hold up.”

“Why stop?”

That may be a bridge too far, but then I hear the faint noise of a female bladder emptying as we walk. I surreptitiously glance down and see the golden fluid running down both legs and leaving a dispersed trail behind us. I don’t worry about the pee on the sand. It’ll evaporate before anyone else gets here.

“Ahhh,” she sighs. “Much better. That felt really weird though.”

“New things often do.”

“Don’t you need to pee?”

“Yeah, but I’ll wait until we hit the surf.”

“Why?”

“Touché.” I’ve got just enough morning wood left that my unit is aimed out at a bit of an angle. When I relax my muscles, my pee begins to trace a sine wave in the sand in front of us as we walk.

Anna reaches over and grabs me, giggling in delight as she aims the stream. I’d have to imagine that she’s never held a peeing penis before, and this is certainly a first for me as well. These last few days have been a real adventure of discovery for all three of us.

I finish up as our feet hit wet sand. Kira is already out past the breakers. Anna and I face the waves together and join her. Since it worked so well the day before, I’m soon cradling both girls in my arms.

“So did everyone have a good time last night?” I ask.

“Best ever,” Kira says.

“Yeah, I loved it,” Anna agrees, “and now I’m a real woman.”

I laugh. “I thought having sexual intercourse with a guy wasn’t going to be any landmark sort of deal for you.”

“Well, that was before I knew how much I was going to enjoy it. It turns out that I really liked having your monster cock way up inside me.”

“Oh, so have I converted you?” I ask, mostly joking, because it’s a common male aspiration to be the kind of guy who can make a lesbian go straight.

“Only when it comes to sex with you,” she says.

The thought goes through my head that she hadn’t shown any interest in having sex with me at the end of that first day we’d spent together. What’s changed?

“Well, if any man was going to enjoy your charms,” I say, “I’m glad it could be me.”

“Yup, I’m looking forward to feeling you inside me again tonight.”

Only then do I guiltily realize that we haven’t told Anna about our early departure. We’ve been so busy doing other things that it had slipped my mind. I’m opening my mouth to tell her, but Kira beats me to it. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” she says, “and I wish we’d told you sooner, but Peter and I found out yesterday that we have to fly out this afternoon.”

Anna looks crestfallen. “But I thought you guys were here until Sunday. Is it something to do with the divorce?”

Kira looks at me and I give her a nod. She takes a few minutes to explain to Anna about the guys who have been sent from Chicago and what might be on the pilfered laptop.

“Shit, I think I’d have left the minute I found out,” Anna says when Kira finishes.

“We might have,” Kira says, “but these were the first seats available. Of course, after last night, I’m glad we had to wait. And now I wish you could come with us.”

“So do I,” I say to Anna, “but there’s no sense in pulling you into this mess. Hopefully, everything will be settled in the next couple of weeks and we can talk you into coming to visit us.”

“I’m totally there,” Anna says, “even though it’s really cold in Minnesota this time of year. There’s a reason I live down south.”

Perhaps coincidently, I feel a shiver, but it’s hard to tell if it’s Anna or Kira. “Are you cold?” I ask.

“Yes!” they say in unison.

“With this morning breeze, the air’s still a little too cool for wet skin,” Kira says.

“Yeah, I’m ready for a hot shower,” Anna chimes in.

I’m not cold myself, but that’s probably because I’m expending more energy than they are right now, lifting the three of us up and down as the waves pass. I’m not exactly about to break a sweat, though.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say, carrying them in through the breakers until I can set them on their feet. We race across the sand back to the bungalow and the girls shiver as I retrieve the key card from the planter and let us all in. Ten seconds later, they’re in the huge shower, happily warming themselves under the spray of multiple showerheads.

I take the time to log in and make sure our flight is still on time. The last thing I want is for Kira to still be in Mexico when the goons arrive. Even assuming we’re out of here without incident, I’m going to have to watch her day and night until we get the laptop to the authorities, find out what’s on the hard drive, and hopefully get them to take Angelo down. I’m somewhat worried that his Uncle Marco might be vindictive toward us if that happens, but I’m not going to share that concern with Kira. In the meantime, I wait impatiently for the website to open.

I can see the girls through the open doorway into the shower. They quickly wash their own hair, but then Anna goes to Kira and reaches out to start washing her.

Then I realize, as Anna quickly does, that Kira’s just not open to that right at the moment. I can’t hear her voice over the sound of the spraying water, but Kira looks very apologetic about it. Anna smiles and nods, then backs off and begins to do her own washing. Interesting.

When the website finally opens, I see that everything is still a go for this afternoon. By now, my lovely ladies are done washing all but their backs, so I join them and get under the spray. My time online while still wet from the surf has finally given me a bit of a chill, but the spray warms me quickly and I feel my body start to relax.

Then something fascinating happens. After having just turned down a wash from Anna, Kira hops up on the bench and begins to scrub the taller woman’s back. Why the sudden change in attitude?

Even with her tiny hands, she’s done quickly. Then the girls turn in almost perfect unison and Anna returns the favor. As I’ve learned to expect, her work is quick, efficient, and thorough. In mere seconds, she’s done.

Kira turns back to Anna and they wrap their arms around each other, their wet breasts squished flat between them, and give each other a long, passionate kiss. Kira’s showing absolutely no sign of her earlier reluctance, and oh my God, it’s hot. After just a moment, though, they separate and turn to me, grinning like wolves.

“I’ll start at the top,” Anna giggles. She’s not usually giggly, but I decide it’s a good look for her.

“And I’ll start from the bottom,” Kira chimes in. “Those are some of my favorite parts.” Kira hops down off the bench.

Anna trades with her by carefully stepping up onto the bench behind me. With gentle hands on my shoulders, she beckons me to take a step back to her. As I do, I feel my neck cradled between ample breasts. She takes the handheld faucet off the wall and hoses me down good, then, a moment later, I hear her pump some shampoo from the big bottle.

My hair is thick, dark and irrepressibly curly. Left to my own devices, I would keep it cut short, but women seem to like it longer, so I’ve let it grow. Now it reaches down past my shoulders. Washing the mass of it usually takes me some time, but Anna goes to it with a will. No one but me has washed my hair since I was a child, back in the Soviet Union, but I force myself to relax and run with it. It’s not long, though, before I decide I could get used to this.

Meanwhile, Kira has been working diligently, cleaning feet, ankles, calves and thighs. She reaches around and quickly scrubs my butt cheeks with thick lather, but when she gets to my cock, she slows way down, getting a couple more pumps of body wash, then cleaning me in long, gentle strokes. Heaven. I idly wonder if my life could get any better than this.

When my hair is fully lathered, Anna gets a few squirts of body wash herself and, starting at the base of my neck, begins to work her way down my frame. Her hands are sure, but sensual. “Jesus, Peter,” she murmurs, “we could have used you when it was time to stack hay in the barn. You’ve got shoulders like a draft horse.”

“Thanks,” I say simply. “I love the way you touch me, Anna.” I’m doing my best to keep my voice even, despite Kira’s diligent efforts to make sure my rapidly hardening manhood is squeaky clean.

“Thanks,” Anna says in turn. She has quickly washed my arms and is now taking her time with my chest, teasing my nipples and running her hands through my chest hair. “I thought this stuff would gross me out, but it’s actually kind of sexy.”

Anna quickly spreads the lather across my stomach and down my abdomen, (which reflexively firms under her touch,) then she joins Kira for a quick stroke of my now straining member. After that one extracurricular activity, she finishes by washing my back. Grabbing the sprayer again, she starts to rinse my hair. Despite her efficiency, it takes her a while to get the last of the suds out of the thick mass. That accomplished, she quickly rinses the rest of my upper body, then looks down at our tiny companion, who is now making extra certain that my scrotum has been fully scoured.

“Okay, Girlfriend,” Anna says, “I’m going to leave the rest of the rinsing to you. I need to kiss your man.”

Kira grins and takes the sprayer while Anna steps down and moves in front of me. A bit tentatively, she tips her face up and we begin to kiss. We bask in the feel of the warm water cascading over us as our tongues languidly duel.

When the last of the soap is rinsed away, Kira hops up onto the bench to hang up the sprayer. Then I reach out and scoop her up into her now familiar perch in the crook of my arm. She joins in our kiss as our passion climbs.

After a couple minutes of this, Anna pulls her mouth away fractionally. “You take good care of our man up here,” she murmurs to Kira. “I’m gonna try my new thing for the day.”

I’m thinking that between waking with two other people in bed with her, aiming a peeing penis in public, and washing a man’s hair with his head resting against her naked chest, she’s already done several new things in just the hour since she woke, but I’m eager to see what else she has in mind.

It doesn’t take long to find out. Anna gracefully lowers herself to her knees and tentatively takes the head of my cock into her mouth. I don’t even try to stifle my low moan as she begins to move and explore. I have no doubt that with the incredible competence with which Anna completes every task she takes on, this is likely to be an earth-shattering experience.

The shear unlikelihood of this astonishing scenario finally strikes me. The recent changes in my life are nearly mind-blowing. Almost exactly six days ago, I was a struggling inventor, nearing the end of my financial resources, cold and alone in a big city with only the occasional, insincere affections of a gold-digger to keep me company.

Now, my work has been vindicated, I’m on the verge of a lifetime of significant wealth, I’m in a warm sunny place and basking in the wholehearted affections of two women, neither of whom is equaled by any I could have imagined before. Best of all, I’ve finally accepted myself for who I am. Truly, this is the fulfillment of my dreams.

Yet even as perfect as it is, I can’t shake the feeling, especially after Kira’s formless worries of the night before, that this can’t last. With a will, I push those feelings away and enjoy the moment, but deep down inside, my subconscious is stubbornly nagging at me that there’s a malevolent threat looming over us.

* * * * *

Ten minutes later, clean, dry, and temporarily satiated, we discuss getting room service so we don’t have to dress. In the end, though, we throw on some clothes and make our way to the breakfast buffet that the resort does every morning in the big Tiki tent near the beach. (The clothed beach). The spread is all it is advertised to be, and we haul our plates of luscious loot to a table for four.

As we dig in, I still can’t help but be a bit wistful that in just a few hours Kira and I will be winging away from this magical place. And Anna. I’m coming to think that I’ll miss her as much as Kira will until we can get her to come visit us.

I watch as Anna takes a fork and casually feeds Kira a couple pieces of pineapple, noticing for the first time that Anna is left-handed. Kira reciprocates with a spoonful of Greek yogurt. My logical side says that the sight of my two lovers feeding each other should almost feel a bit surreal, and I wonder if it’s something to do with my disabilities that makes the scene feel perfectly normal.

For their part, the girls seem to be totally comfortable with it too. Urban legend says that the Chinese pictogram for “trouble” is two women under one roof, but the dynamic here is anything but strained. I pull out my phone and snap a couple pictures of the action.

“Hey you guys,” a male voice says from behind us. I turn to see Braden and Julie walking up.

“Hey guys,” I say, followed by greetings from the girls.

“Are you doing okay?” Julie asks Anna, looking pretty serious.

“You talked to René?” They nod solemnly. “Yeah, last night was kind of rough, but I’m good now.”

“She came to our room this morning and told us that you guys had a fight,” Julie says. “She feels really bad about it. She knew full well that you guys weren’t here as a couple, but still let jealousy get the better of her for the last couple of days.”

“And I suppose I could have been a bit more patient and understanding,” Anna says. “I’m usually better at defusing situations like that, but I think I wanted out bad enough to let it escalate until I had a good excuse to leave.”

“She says she wants to make it right,” Braden says.

“Yeah, I’ll give her a call this afternoon.”

“Fair enough,” Braden says. Then he sees that I’ve got the camera app running on my phone. “You guys want me to take a picture for you?”

“Sure,” I say, handing it to him. I get up, walk around to the other side of the table, and kneel between the girls. Kira gets up onto her knees on her seat so that we’re all close to the same height. They scrunch in close to me and we smile.

“Um,” Braden says, looking a bit nonplussed, “I kind of meant as a couple.”

“Us three are a couple,” I say with a shit-eating grin, not sure about the correct terminology for a three-way, polyamorous relationship.

“Yeah, we’re a thrupple,” Kira enthuses.

Braden gulps, but snaps a picture, then my girls giggle and kiss my cheeks for the next shot. The look on Braden’s face is priceless. He’s not sure he should allow himself to appear shocked. Julie’s look is more congratulatory toward Anna, though she seems to be careful not to let her husband see her subtle thumbs up.

Braden is obviously feeling awkward about the situation now and, after making their apologies, drags Julie to the buffet line with him.

“Julie says Braden was a virgin until their seventh date,” she whispers. “I think we shocked him, but he’ll recover just fine.” Then her voice drops even lower. “Julie and I were best friends and occasional lovers all through college. She’s gone straight since she met Braden, but I’d bet I could still seduce her if I tried.”

“You are one naughty girl, Anna,” I whisper back.

Anna giggles. Yeah, I like her giggle.

But then I get a bit more serious. “Guys, what is it exactly that we have here?”

I’m relieved that neither of them has to ask what I mean.

“It is kind of weird, isn’t it?” Anna says, nodding thoughtfully. “Some of my friends, girls and guys, have done threesomes, but only on a very temporary basis, and always just for the sexual possibilities. This feels totally different.”

“I’m in love with both of you,” Kira says, casually sucking the last of her grapefruit juice through a coffee-stir stick and looking at Anna. “It’s no secret that Peter comes first for me, but still, I think we’re even better together when you’re with us.”

“Ditto for me,” I say to Anna. “I’m in love with Kira, but having you with us adds major spice. You’re an amazing addition, not a distraction.”

Anna nods. “Girlfriend,” she says to Kira, “I’m totally head-over-heels for you, but the two of you are so perfect together that I would never want to come between you. And it feels so wonderful being with you both that I don’t care in the least that I’m playing second fiddle.

“And Peter,” she says, “spending the day with you on Monday was amazing. I’ve never developed such a strong and immediate friendship with a man before and it almost scared me how much I liked hanging out with you. I love talking with you, friend-touching you and being friend-touched by you, and when Kira’s around, I like making love with you too. You’re pretty good in the sack — for a guy.”

I roll my eyes at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. “But on a related topic,” I say, looking at Kira, “I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t receptive to Anna at first when you guys were in the shower this morning.”

“Oh, you saw that? I’ve been thinking about it myself.” Kira looks back and forth between the two of us. “Anna, you know I’m not really even bisexual, but when Peter is with us, I have the hots for you big time. When he’s not, well, uh, not so much.” She looks guilty, like she’s afraid she may have offended Anna.

“No, it’s okay,” Anna says quickly. “I have the same reaction toward Peter. If there’s any one man I would be most likely to make love with, it would be him, but even so, I can only do it when the three of us are together. Have sex with him if it was just the two of us? Uh, no thanks.” She gives me an apologetic look, but I just smile. I’d already figured that one out for myself.

“Dr. Freud would have had a lot of fun figuring out the dynamics between the three of us,” I say thoughtfully. “I don’t know why we are the way we are around each other, but I’m not going to question it.”

Anna nods. “So what do we do now?”

Kira’s face gets sad. “I wish Peter and I didn’t have to fly home today, but we really have no choice.”

“In the meantime, though,” Anna says, “we’ve got a few more hours together. How should we spend them?” The gleam in her eyes confirms for Kira and me what she has in mind. Kira’s gleam in return tells me that she (like me) is thinking the same thing.

We leave the buffet and make our way back to the bungalow, walking at first, but then moving at a trot and then a sprint as we race for the door. After a quick fumble with my keycard, we’re diving for the bed.

* * * * *

Two hours later, dressed in nothing but well-satisfied smiles and damp from the shower, we make our way out to the long couch in the shade of the covered porch. With as much sun as us melanin-challenged people got yesterday, none of us are hankering to go out onto the beach. Anna and I settle in on either side of our tiny companion, snuggling up close. Kira casually lays her hand across my flaccid manhood.

Anna nonchalantly lays her hand right next to Kira’s. “I can’t wait to come visit you guys in Minnesota,” she says, “cold weather or not.”

“I’m hoping it can happen sooner rather than later,” I say.

“Amen to that,” Kira agrees.

“But in the meantime,” I say to Anna, “you’re welcome to use the bungalow for the rest of your stay. It’s paid for and I can have the front desk put your name on the rental.”

She grins. “It won’t make up for not having you guys with me, but that’s awesome. Thank you.”

“And, um, René is welcome too,” I add. “If that’s what you want.”

“I’ll have to play that one by ear.”

We sit in companionable silence for a while, watching the beachgoers come and go in the foreground and the endless waves in the background. I normally have a hard time just sitting, but today it feels perfect. Well, almost perfect. Kira and I are leaving Anna, the bungalow and Mexico behind in a few hours, and I still haven’t let Anna in on my little secret. If we’re going to have a continuing relationship with her, she should know.

“Anna,” I say carefully, “there’s something I’ve told Kira, and it’s something you should probably know too.”

“It’s okay, Peter,” she murmurs softly. “I’ve already figured out that you’re an axe murderer. I’m okay with that.”

I have to smile, but this is serious. “I’m glad we’ve got that cleared up, but what I’d like to tell you could be worse, depending on your point of view.” It certainly hadn’t sat well with Destinee.

Anna’s face gets more serious. “Okay, I’m listening, though if Kira’s good with whatever it is, I probably will be as well.”

So I tell her about my disability and what I’ve done to mitigate its effects, including how I mentally calculate everything I say and do during human interaction. I emphasize that with her, like with Kira, I do it a lot less than with other people, for what that’s worth. I’m not sure what to expect, but she listens quietly until I’m done.

“That makes sense,” she finally says. “I’ve noticed that you sometimes don’t act and react exactly the way I might expect. Like on the day we met. At first, the way you were treating me was typical of how a decently civilized man would behave with me, friendly and polite, but still probing to gauge the chances of getting into my pants.

“But then it seemed to evolve into a relationship that had no ulterior motive other than true friendship. It was like hanging out with one of my straight girlfriends, except that you were still behaving as an emphatically masculine male. I found it rather, uh, intriguing. Does any of that make any sense?”

“Totally,” I say. “The change you saw was due to my realizing that you just weren’t interested in me in a sexual way. You were being genuinely friendly, though, and other than Kira, I’d never had such an easy time talking to anyone, so I adjusted a little to accommodate your lack of romantic interest.”

She smiles. “Then I don’t mind your calculating ways at all. If you were like most other guys, I’d have had to beat you about the head and shoulders before you would have believed that I wasn’t ever going to sleep with you.”

“But then you did sleep with me,” I tease.

She chuckles. “Boy, did I ever.” Kira ducks as she leans over to kiss me. I meet her halfway. After a moment, she sighs contentedly and we let Kira sit back up.

I’m truly enjoying this relaxing interlude, but of course I’m not just sitting. My mind is always highly active, now busy developing ideas for the implementation of my warehouse system. It’s tough to turn that off. Outwardly, though, I’m totally relaxed, massively enjoying the warm tropical breezes, the amazing view of the beach and ocean, and the incredibly satisfying feeling of sharing a couch with my two beautiful and naked lovers.