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Introduction:

With the dates done, Jason has officially come into his own. Still, a long way for the shy Jason to go, but things are shaping up nicely. Hope you enjoy the story.

[Rachel]

I arrive at Quins before 9:00 a.m. and see Connie, Heather, and Sue are already seated.

“A little anxious this morning,” I say?

“What!” says Sue, “We just got here.”

“Yeah, well in two years, Heather has never been less than fifteen minutes late, and yet everyone is right on time this morning,” I say with a smirk on my face.

“Alright, so we’re anxious,” says Connie.

“I don’t think Jay was very happy we were meeting without him this morning. He got this sad dejected look of worry on his face, like we were kicking him out of our group,” I say.

“Well that’s absurd,” Says Connie “He’s the best friend… and ahh lover any of us have ever had. If anything, I want to spend even more time with him.”

“Okay, well we can straighten that out with him when he gets here,” I say. “So who wants to go first?”

For the next hour, we drink Mimosas and each of us tell the others about the wonderful dates, and sex we had with Jay. It became immediately apparent that he knew each of us better than we knew ourselves. Listening to the extravagance and planning that went into each date made my heart flutter.

“Girls, I’m still ashamed that we seem to know so little about the guy we call a best friend forever,” says Connie. “I mean, all he needed to do was take us on a cheap date and take us to bed. Instead, he must have spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on each of us. I mean I never felt like he was trying to impress me on our date, but Oh my god, afterward… well... I was impressed. Did anyone even know he had money?”

“Well, I did know his family had money, but you know our Jay, not exactly mister flashy,” says Rachel. “I mean he drives a five-year-old BMW X5, so you have to know he isn’t exactly poor.”

“He never acted rich before our dates,” says Sue, “he’s always been humble and caring”

“So what do we know about his family,” asked Connie.

“Well,” says Rachel, “I’ve met his family and been to his house once. His dad is a Venture Capitalist, and his mom is an executive for a Record Label. He has a younger sister, he calls her Mel, and an older brother Adam.”

“What’s a Venture Capitalist,” asks Heather?

“They’re business people that have the knowledge and a lot of money. They use that money to invest in businesses that are in trouble, or just starting up. Then they use their knowledge to save the business and make it successful,” says Sue. “Have you ever watched that show Shark Tank?”

“Yes,” replies Heather.

“Well those guys are Venture Capitalists,” replies Sue.

“Girls, I know the cat’s out of the proverbial bag with the date’s, and how much we all know Jay spent on us. Although, Jay never wanted anyone to know he has money. He asked me to never divulge that his parents were loaded, so keep it to yourselves, okay,” Asks Rachel.

“Rachel, I love Jay, and I don’t care if he does or doesn’t have money. He could have taken me for a walk in the park, and I would have been just as happy with our date. Girls, I’m just going to say it; I’m deeply in love with Jay,” extols Connie!

“What about us Connie,” asks Sue? “I’m in love with Jay too.”

“And what about Heather and me,” asks Rachel? “I don’t know about Heather, but I’ve loved Jay since I first met him, I just always thought he was out of reach.”

“I’m with Rachel, I don’t know if I’m ready for wedding bells, but Jay certainly rang my bell,” says Heather.

“Girls, we can’t all have Jay, he’s going to have to choose one of use,” says Connie.

“Connie, Jay would rather have all of us as best friends, then one of us as a lover or wife,” says Sue.

“And why can’t we all have him, asks Heather? We all just spent the last two weeks all having sex with him. Did anyone get hurt, is anyone jealous of the other three? We had sex with Jay and each other the mornings after and made that work. So, I repeat, Why can’t we all have him?”

“Heather, really, what would people say,” asks Connie. “Not to mention, at worst it’s called polygamy and it’s illegal, or at least it’s polyamory, which is frowned upon.”

“Who cares what anyone thinks, I mean really, I love you guys, and I love Jay. No one has the right to tell me who I love.”

We all sit contemplating Heather's words looking at each other and drinking our Mimosas. Sue was right though, it would crush Jay to have to choose one of us over the others. We had two choices, we were either all lovers or not. There could be no in-between, as Connie so eloquently put it, we had to remain equal.

“So girls, what are we going to do,” asks Sue? “Jay will be here any minute, and we can’t hurt him; no matter what.”

“Girls, I think we need to take a step back. We all love Jay, but the truth is that we helped our best friend come out of his shell. He’s a great guy, and we need to continue to help him, so he never goes back in a shell. I think he needs successes with other women, so he’s not afraid of being rejected again.” says Rachel.

“I agree with Rachel, says Heather. I love Jay, but we’re the first girls he’s ever been with. If we stick him in a cage, he could have regrets later. He needs to explore and experience his newfound awakening.”

“NO, exclaims Connie! I’ll share him with you guys, but I don’t want to even think about him with anybody else.”

“Connie honey, Heather and Rach are right, says Sue. I gave him my virginity, and now I couldn’t imagine ever having sex with anyone but him. However, I at least had the experience of dating dozens of different guys and learning what I liked and didn’t like. Jay only knows us, and pardon the expression, but we were easy. At least for Jay we were anyway.”

“Yeah Connie, says Rachel, up until now Jay has been… well… just one of the girls.”

“Jay is not a girl,” says Connie!

“Honey we know Jay is all man… god is he a man, says Sue, but what Rach was saying is we never looked at him as a person beyond just being one of us. Until last week you all thought he was gay.”

“What do you mean, ‘you all’,” asks Rachel?

“I mean, I have always suspected or known Jay was not gay,” says Sue. “I thought he could have been maybe asexual, but suspected he was just super shy like I was. We took him to Jaspers, and those good-looking gay guys hit on him. He was totally oblivious, and I never caught him looking at any guys. Us though, I’ve caught him looking at us plenty.”

“I’ve never caught Jay staring at me,” says Rachel.

“Oh, and you probably never will, says Sue; Jay is slick about it. I suspect he is good at using his peripheral vision. I’ve been carrying on a conversation with him before when one of you was changing behind me. I’ll get this feeling that he’s not really looking at me, even though he’s looking straight at me. I’ll make a funny face, and he doesn’t react. Either he’s daydreaming in the middle of our conversation, or focusing on something, or someone else in his vision. I know he hears every word I say, so I don’t believe he’s daydreaming.”

“I don’t know whether to smack him or hug him for that,” says Heather.

“Heather, Jay has never been anything but our best friend, and now lover,” says Rachel. “I don’t care if he looked at me, or wanted me secretly. It’s not like any of us weren’t trying to get him to look. I made a mistake two years ago by labeling a friend. I realize now if I had forced a date with him, we would have gone out once or twice, I would have thought he was lame, and he would only be a distant memory. Instead, the four of us have one of the best friends anyone could ask for. I can’t regret how this all started.”

We all sit contemplating for a few minutes while sipping our Mimosas. The waitress comes over and asks if we would like to order yet, as it’s after 11:00, and brunch ends at 11:30.

“Rachel, where’s Jay,” asks Connie; “he’s always right on time? It’s 11:05.”

“I don’t know, he was still sleeping when I left, but I set the alarm for 10:30.”

“I’m calling him, says Connie. [Ring] ‘This is Jason, leave a message’ Jay honey, it’s Connie and the girls, we’re waiting for you at Quins, hurry up and get here, we miss you.”

[Jay]

My eyes open to music coming from my phone, its 10:34. I look around, but Rach is gone. “RACH” No answer, and where are the girls, they usually wake us up after a date. I hope they aren’t mad because everyone didn’t get backstage passes. I lay in bed a while longer before getting up to take my shower. I start the shower before looking into the mirror, only to look at myself surprised; I was covered in marks… teeth marks. What the hell bit me I think… wait, I remember Rachel kept biting me. Oww, this one on my chest stings.

I had just stepped in the shower when I heard the phone ring, but let it go to voice mail. The bite on my chest really stings and bleeds a little as I wash it. I get out of the shower hearing the phone ring again, but dry off and put some ointment on the bite. ‘Damn Rach, that really hurts’ I think to myself.

I finally reached for my phone, it's 11:26, and see Connie has called twice, and Sue was the last call. It dawns on me ‘OH SHIT, QUINS’. I hurry and get dressed, and grab my phone on the way to the door. I pressed redial as I open the door, only to hear Sue’s ring tone. The door opens to the four girls standing in a semi-circle around my door.

“Hi Jay, we’re standing outside your door waiting for you,” says Sue, while smirking at me.

“Girls, I am so sorry! I was totally out of it this morning, and just realized it was Sunday.”

“Jay, there’s blood on your shirt, says Connie”

“Oh, I thought it quit bleeding.”

Connie quickly lifts my shirt and Connie, Heather, and Sue let out gasps.

“What the fuck!” said Heather.

Rachel tries to slowly back out of the room as the other girls look at the bites all over my chest and stomach.

“Oh no you don’t!” exclaims Heather. As she turns and grabs Rachel. “What the fuck did you do Rach!”

“What, they’re just love bites,” says Rachel.

“That bitch is not a love bite,” says Connie; pointing to the bleeding bite on my chest.

“No, that one was punishment,” answers Rachel.

“Punishment for what,” asks Sue.

“Do you want to tell them, or should I,” answers Rachel?

I replied, “last night Rach and I were having sex in front of the stage. Rachel had an orgasm, so I pulled out of her, and the girl next to us grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She asked me if my girlfriend would share, and I told her no. She told me too bad and pushed my cock into my pants and let go. That’s when Rachel turned around and gave the girl a look before taking my arms and wrapping them around her.”

“And how long was she holding your cock,” asks Connie?

“I don’t know, it all happened so fast, maybe 30 seconds.”

“Try more like a minute dickhead!” exclaims Rachel.

“Oh, well Jay honey, I understand why Rach was mad,” says Connie.

“What was I supposed to do, nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Rachel and I were having sex in public, I didn’t exactly want to draw attention to us, so I just politely declined her offer. I mean, I didn’t ask her to grab me.”

“Listen Dickh…” “RACH, let me handle this,” exclaims Connie.

“Jay honey, we know you didn’t ask for it, but you need to understand that in today’s world, women can be just as depraved and inappropriate as men can. The four of us have all had to deal with inappropriate touching.” Connie quickly grabs my ass. “Now slide your hand between your body and my hand and gently move it away.”

I do as Connie says. “Now look at me and say ‘Sorry, I’m taken, but thanks for the compliment.’”

I respond, “Sorry, I’m taken, but thanks for the compliment.”

“Great, now that whole action would have taken less than ten seconds. Most girls would have backed off, and Rach probably wouldn’t have thought twice about it. It was the lingering time that pissed Rach off, as it would have the rest of us. Baby, it showed that you liked it, and that’s what pissed Rach off.”

“So is that what you girls do when someone grabs you,” I ask?

Heather laughs, “Oh hell no, someone grabs me, they’re getting slugged, my drink in their face, or both.”

“Yeah, but baby, girls can get away with defending themselves. If a guy did that to a girl, he’s getting his ass beat by the guys around, and will end up in jail. You just stick with polite as possible, Okay,” says Rachel.

“Well that’s what I was trying to do last night, and you bit me for it.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to bite you so hard. But you know how to act in the future, so I trust you will be much more discrete next time.”

“Girls, I need to get something to eat.”

“We do to sweetie, we were waiting for you at Quins, but you never came. All we’ve had are Mimosas,” says Connie.

“Oh, I’m sorry, let’s go back to Quins, maybe they’ll make our favorites anyway.”

We head back to Quins and are greeted by Megan Quin our normal server, and half owner of the restaurant. Megan immediately comes to me and hugs me. Then, steps back and slugs me in the arm.

“What the hell Jay!” says Megan.” We waited for you for two hours this morning. Fred and I were worried sick that something happened to you.”

“I’m sorry Meg, last night was a little crazy. I woke up late this morning in a daze, it took a bit longer than usual for my brain to engage,” I say getting laughs from everyone. “Do you think Fred could still whip up the usual?”

“I don’t know Jay, Fred stood ready to make five orders of Eggs Benedict for two hours this morning. He was pretty upset you didn’t show. I think he’s going to require some groveling on your part,” says Megan with a little grin on her face.

All the girls look at me and then point to the kitchen door. I slink back to the kitchen;

“JAY WHAT THE HELL,” says Fred.

“Hey Fred, sorry I kept you waiting this morning. It was a crazy night last night, I woke up late and didn’t remember what day it was.”

“Those girls keeping you hopping son,” answers Fred with a wink.

“They are a handful, you have no idea Fred. Hey, you think you could still whip up our usual,” I ask.

“I don’t know Jay, you kinda messed up my mojo this morning.”

“Fred man, I’m begging you, the girls are going to string me up if I don’t get them their Eggs Benedict.”

“Weeelll, Okay, since you guys are my best customers, I’ll take care of you. But you owe me one Jay,” answers Fred.

“Fred man, you and Meg are the best. Anything you ever need of me, just ask.”

“Count on it,” retorts Fred.

Fred and Megan Quin are co-owners of Quins Cafe & Grill. They have been married for 32 years but never had children. Megan liked to say, one child, Fred, was enough for her. They had both worked on Wall Street and made enough money to retire in their 40s. After traveling for a few years they decided they had had enough, and wanted to do something they’d enjoy. Fred had always loved grilling food, and Megan was a gourmet chef at home.

Fred and Megan were driving their motor home through town about five years ago when they broke down. They had coasted into the parking lot of a dumpy little grill on a Sunday morning at 9 a.m. Fred went to the door to find in locked but saw someone inside, so he knocked. After talking to the owner, he found out the place was for sale, so he bought the place. That dumpy little grill was torn down and rebuilt into Quins Cafe & Grill.

I get back to our corner booth with a sad expression on my face. The girls all looking at me with disappointment until I smiled and told them Fred was making our brunch. “Yay, they all scream.”

“Good thing,” says Heather, “we were fully prepared to strip off your clothes, and make you walk home naked if you failed.”

“So Jay, you know the girls and I talked this morning about our dates,” says Connie. “Well, we all loved that you quite literally came up with the perfect date for each of us.

“Yeah baby,” says Rachel, “it showed us how much you pay attention to each of us. And the sex, my god Jay, you even custom-tailored the sex for each of us.”

“Not that we have a single complaint, but why Jay,” ask Sue? “We were all quite literally a sure thing, you could have taken us to Applebee’s, Chili’s, or something, and you still would have had sex with all of us.”

The girls all look at me intently as I contemplate my response for a moment. “Girls… you are the best friends I have in the world. I’ve listened to every bad date or bad relationship story you told me or cried on my shoulder about. I always thought to myself, ‘If you were my girl, I would have shown you the time of your life. I would have made sure you felt loved and respected.’ So, when I finally got my chance to impress you, I took it.

“But Jay honey,” retorts Sue. “You didn’t need to impress us or buy our love. We love you for who you are.”

“You misunderstand me Sue, it wasn’t about the money, I love you guys. Yes, I did spend a lot on each of you, but what I wanted to impress you with, was how much I cared, and how much I knew each of you. I didn’t want you to just have a good time, I wanted you to have a good memory. So even if that was the only date we ever went on, you’ll still remember it ten or twenty years from now. That… that you’ll always remember me.”

“Jay honey,” retorts Connie, “we will always remember those dates, but even without the dates, I could never forget you, not as long as I live.” The other three girls respond in kind.

“Thank you girls, you don’t know how much that means to me,” I respond.

Our brunch arrives, and we all eat and have the normal chit chat about campus life. Until Heather turns the conversation to me.

“Jay baby,” asks Heather, “we all know you don’t act like you have money, but you drive a five-year-old BMW; so we know you’re not poor. I guess what I’m getting at is, how could you afford those dates?”

“Jay, you don’t have to answer that,” responds Connie. “I wouldn’t care if you were poor.”

“Yeah Jay, we all love you for who you are,” says Rachel.

“I know you guys don’t care about money, I answer. My family is wealthy, but growing up I came to realize many of my so-called friends, were only my friends because my family was rich. In High School I started driving an old beat-up car, I bought my clothes from goodwill, usually a size or two big, and I just lived cheap. If people didn’t want to know me because of my clothes, or the car I drove, I didn’t need them anyway.

The girls in middle school I’ve told you about, I thought they were my friends. They started hanging around me the first year, would constantly ask to study at my house. They would have dinner with us, even went on a couple of vacations with me. Then, on my 13th birthday, they were spending the night. We had played the typical games and watched a movie. Until Crystal suggested we play spin the bottle. We played, the girls all kissed me, kissed each other until I had to go to the bathroom. The playroom as we called it, had a heavy door down a short hall that was propped open. I accidentally hit the thing holding it open and it slammed shut. I started to open the door when I heard Ally laugh and say;

“Oh my god, if I have to kiss him one more time, I’m going to puke. Crystal why did you have to suggest we play?”

“I thought you liked Spin the Bottle,” answers Crystal.

“I did with Billy Johnson, he’s good-looking. Jason is such a wimpy little dweeb though. The only reason we hang around him is because his dad is rich, and his mom buys us stuff. Every time he touches me I want to run to the bathroom and wash.”

I had walked out of the hall and was standing behind them when Tiffany noticed me and kicked Ally. I was crying when Ally turned around looked at me and said “Oops”. Instead of apologizing, she and the girls started teasing me for crying.

“Jay honey, we all love you so much, we can’t believe anyone could be that cruel to you,” says Connie.

“Anyway,” I say, “that’s why I don’t like people knowing I have money. Rachel found out during our first semester. Her parents went on a cruise over Thanksgiving, so I invited her to come home with me. My mom was ecstatic that I brought a girl home, even though I kept telling her Rach was just a friend. When we got back to campus I made Rachel promise not to tell anyone.”

“In the interest of honesty baby,” says Rachel, “I told the girls a little this morning, but not everything. I kinda figured the cat was out of the bag with how much you spent on our dates, and I didn’t want to lie when they asked what I knew.”

“It’s Okay Rach, I know you kept your word, and I wouldn’t lie if any of you had asked. You guys always treated me with respect before you knew I had money, so I don’t care what you know. Just, please keep it between us.”

My dad started giving me an allowance when I was 14, which was more than most people make in a year, and I was expected to take care of my own needs. Buy my clothes, special snacks, games, anything like that. I didn’t need to buy food or necessities like soap and shampoo. Unless I wanted something different than what our house manager bought.”

“House manager!” exclaims Sue.

“Mrs. Graves is our house manager or mom’s personal assistant. She takes care of all the household needs, like buying groceries, arraigning repairs, paying bills, and coordinating schedules. She also manages staff, two maids, and a cook.”

“What do you do with your money,” asks Heather.

“Mostly, I just save or invest it. I have an investment firm that takes care of it. Honestly, I transfer 90% of what my dad gives me into my investment account every month. I haven’t even looked at the account since I was 16.”

“How do you know they’re investing your money properly,” asks Sue?

“Well, it’s the same firm my dad uses, and they consistently give him returns in the 20% range. I just trust that they are working for my benefit. I mean the more money they make me, the more money they make for themselves.”

“Baby, ask Connie, tell us about your family?”

“Well, my dad’s name is John, and he started out working on Wall Street for a big investment firm. He created an investment portfolio that his bosses told him was crazy, and would lose money. He told his boss, a partner in the firm, that he was so confident that he would put his own $10,000 savings in the portfolio to prove its viability. The partner gave him an additional $100,000 to test the portfolio and told him he had a month to double it or lose his job. At the end of the month, there was $800,000, so the firm gave him $10 million. In two years, the portfolio was worth over $200 million. Anyway, dad is good at what he does.

Dad got tired of working for other people and losing the lions share of the profits he made, so he opened his own Venture Capital firm about twelve years ago. Now he has something like 200 employees and owns equity in hundreds of businesses. He helps people who have good business ideas, but maybe not the full knowledge to make their business successful.

My mom Angela is an executive at a record label. My dad met her singing at a Manhattan Jazz Club. He always said meeting her was fate. A taxi dropped him off at the wrong address, he went into the jazz club to use the phone and heard my mom singing. He said it was love at first sight. They went together for about a year before mom got a call from a record label she had sent a demo too. Dad said she was on cloud nine when she left for the interview, and they hired her… as a receptionist.”

“So your mom worked her way from receptionist to an executive,” asks Heather.

“Yeah, she went from reception to artist acquisitions, was a talent scout for years, then artist representative, few other positions, and a few years ago they made her vice president of the artist and repertoire department,” I answer.

“Of course you all know I have an older brother Adam, and younger sister Melody. Adam just turned twenty-four, and Melody is eighteen.”

“So Rachel has met your family, when to the rest of us get to meet them,” asks Connie.

“Well, you are all welcome to come home with me for Thanksgiving in a few weeks, but just be warned, my mom and sister are huggers. And that first time I brought Rach home, they went crazy asking her questions, which is why I never took her back. I can’t even imagine what mom will be like if I bring four girls home.”

“Mom knew how bad those girls destroyed me, and my confidence. So when I brought Rach home, she was both happy and leery, even though I kept telling her Rach was just a friend.”

“Well bitch, now you have four friends… with benefits,” says Heather.

“HEATHER,” admonishes Connie.

“What, it’s true, all he has to do is ask, and any or all of us with sleep with him,” exclaims Heather.

“Wait, what, I ask, I thought this was a one time deal?”

“Only if you want it to be,” answers Sue.

“But babe,” says Rachel, “we all talked and think you should use your new-found confidence, and ask some other girls on dates. Not that we don’t want you because we do. We just don’t want you to feel obligated to date only us.”

At that point I notice Connie and Sue glaring at Rachel.

“Yeah baby, Brandi likes you, you should ask her out,” says Heather.

“Oh… well, thanks girls, but I don’t know,” I respond.

“Honey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you can date us if that’s what you want,” says Connie.

“YES, he can do that CONNIE, but WE want you to try dating other girls too,” says Rachel.

“Well, if you guys want me too,” I say. Connie looks like she wants to say something but I see Rachel giving Connie a look.

“Hey guys,” says Sue, “speaking of Brandi, wasn’t she reading her poetry at the coffee shop this afternoon?”

“We’re probably too late,” says Connie.

“No, she wasn’t supposed to go on until 2:30,” answers Heather.

I’m not sure why, but Connie doesn’t look happy as we all walk to the coffee shop. At one point she came up alongside me and took my hand. Until Rachel jumped on Connie’s back, forcing our hands apart.

“What’s going on,” I ask?

“Nothing Jay, just messing with my best girl Connie,” answers Rachel.

We continue to the coffee shop and find Brandi sitting by herself.

“Hi Guys,” says Brandi. “Thanks for coming out to support me. What’s wrong Connie, you look upset?”

“I’m fine Brandi, just drank more than I should have a brunch,” says Connie. “I’m just feeling a little woozy.”

“Sweetie, you need me to take you home,” I ask?

“Ye” “NO, I have some pills for you right here Connie,” Rachel talks over Connie.

“Oh, well if you want me to take her home, I will”

“I’m fine baby, the girls will take care of me,” responds Connie.

We stayed a while drinking and listened to Brandi’s poem. This one was about a butterfly and took Brandi about fifteen minutes to read. As usual, we gave her our attention and clapped when she finished. She came over and sat with us once she finished her reading.

“What did everyone think of ‘Owed to the Butterfly’,” asks Brandi?

“It was beautiful Brandi,” says Rachel. “I think it captured the essence of the butterflies place in nature.”

“Yes, Brandi, another beautiful poem,” I say.

“Thank you,” replies Brandi, “you guys want to take a walk in the park with me?”

“I think we are going to take Connie back to her apartment,” says Heather, “but Jay can go with you.”

“I’m okay, Ouch!” exclaims Connie as Rachel pinches her.

“We would hate for you to throw up in the park Connie,” says Rachel.

The girls all get up dragging Connie with them and push her towards the door. Brandi and I sit for a few more minutes talking before we head to the park. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, but a little on the cool side as we walked and talked in the park. I had never really considered Brandi for anything but being a friend, but as we walked and talked I looked at her more. She was quite beautiful, but her dress, multiple piercings, and tattoos detracted from natural beauty.

Brandi was the normal height for a girl, maybe five foot five inches tall. She looked to be a natural blonde, with a nice shape. The biggest problem was she seemed depressed, and just looked sad most of the time. Her upside was she was incredibly smart, and a wonderful conversationalist. I wasn’t sure, but I suspect she has a photographic memory. The term Professional Student had been used to describe her. She started college at sixteen, and was a few credits from a business degree, a few credits from an engineering degree, and was now working on a literature degree.

We had talked for about an hour before I built the nerve to ask her out. “Hey Brandi, I was wondering if you would go out with me some time?”

She looked a little taken aback but responded; “But, I thought.”

“I was gay,” I answer before she finishes. “No, I’m not, just really shy around most girls.”

“Oh, well, Jay I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t think you’re my type.”

“Well, how do you know unless you try me out,” I respond.

“I guess we could go out and see how it goes, but I’m busy all this week, and next weekend I’ll be out of town. Wait, if it’s okay, we could go someplace tonight.” She responds.

“Sure, tonight is fine. What time would you like to go,” I ask?

“I don’t want to be late, so how about 6:00, and I’ll come to your apartment,” She responds.

We walk from the park back to the apartment complex and parted ways at her building 501. I continued and was about to walk in my apartment when I heard screaming coming from Connie’s apartment. I was just about to knock when Heather opened the door coming out.

“Oh Jay, you’re back, how’d it go with Brandi,” she asks?

“Fine, we’re going out tonight. Who’s screaming *Crash*, and breaking stuff?”

“Connie is just taking a little break from reality, “Is that him at the door, let me by,” *Crash* I think she just wasn’t paying attention and had too much to drink. We can take care of her, you just go on your date with Brandi and have fun,” Heather responds.

“Are you sure Heather, I can usually calm Connie down pretty quickly whenever she gets upset.”

Heather closes the door, comes over and gives me a sweet kiss while she caresses my cheek. “Go baby, we need you to know you can have anyone you want, but we are always here for you. Oh, but Jay honey, nothing extravagant, just take Brandi somewhere nice, but simple.”

“Okay,” I respond. Heather goes back into the room, and I go into my apartment to get ready. I spend a few minutes glancing through the student events calendar, and a local events paper. I find there is a dinner theater production starting tonight at 6:30, so I call and make reservations. Luckily they had one table for two left, so the evening was set.

I had taken a shower and just finished dressing in some tighter fitting chinos and a printed tee that Rachel bought me last week. When there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find Brandi in a nice fitting dress, but all her piercings were out except a tiny stud in her nose and one earring in each ear. She was quite stunning.

“Brandi, you look stunning, but what happened to your piercings?”

“Well, I didn’t want you to be embarrassed by me, so I took most of them out,” she responds.

“Brandi, I would never be embarrassed to be seen with you. You’re beautiful just the way you are. I want you to feel you can be yourself around me.”

Brandi smiles brightly at my response and asks to use the bathroom. She goes in and comes back out a few minutes later with five earrings in each ear, a larger stud in her nose, and the small stud in her lip.

“There’s the Brandi I know and love.” Brandi walks over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you Jay, you’re a lot better man than I gave you credit for.” Brandi simply beams ear to ear. In all the time I had known her, I had never seen her smile so bright.

We drive to the Dinner Theater about a mile from the apartments. Brandi seems surprised when I pull into the parking lot but doesn’t say anything. I open her door, and we go in and are seated in the front. The hostess tells us we are lucky as a pair of regulars called to cancel a few minutes before I called. They would normally give us seats at the back, but it was too close to showtime. They didn’t want to move anyone else around.

The play was a comedy called Cat Scratch Fever. It was hilarious, with lots of sexual innuendos, but used actual cats in many parts. As Brandi was a vegetarian, we both had a vegetarian dish. She told me not to feel I needed to order vegetarian, but I explained that while I wasn’t a vegetarian, I always tried to not eat meat a couple of days per week.

We left the theater and I turned into her parking lot, but she put her hand on my shoulder and asked if I had anything to drink at my place. I said I did and asked if she would like to come up for a nightcap. We walked into my apartment and I told her to make herself comfortable.

“I have beer, wine, vodka, or rum,” I say.

“What kind of wine,” she asks?

“A Cab, or White Zinfandel.”

“The Zinfandel,” she responds.

We spend a while drinking wine and discussing Classic English Literature until the conversation turns to Brandi’s writing.

“I ask, do you write anything other than poetry?”

She looks at me intently for a moment before speaking. “Ahh, well some stuff, but I’m not sure I want to share it with you.”

“Oh, well no pressure, I just wondered if you liked to write other stuff, I mean I won’t judge you,” I respond.

“I do like to write other stuff, but a lot of what I write is a little embarrassing.” She blushes a bit.

“Well, you only share what you’re comfortable with.”

She stares at the pictures on the wall and drinks a couple of sips before she finally responded. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this. I… I write erotic tales.” Her face winces as she looks at me.

“Oh, well what’s embarrassing about that? Do you write like romance or full-on sex?”

“Full-on very de***********ive porn level erotica. I write some gay and lesbian stories, a few incest stories, but my favorite is writing about family love.”

“Can I read some of your stuff,” I ask

“I’ll have to think about it Jay, I don’t want you to think less of me.”

“All I can say is that I have read a lot of erotica, so nothing would shock me.”

“Well, I have to get going Jay, but this date was surprising, you can ask me out again if you want,” she says. “Can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Sure, first door on the right,” I respond.

Brandi was in the bathroom for a minute before I heard her call me. “Jay, can you come here?”

I walk to the bathroom door, it’s open, but I don’t go in and just ask what she needs, thinking I forgot to replace the TP.

“You can come in, I have a little problem. I have to pee, but… Oh god! This is so embarrassing!”

I walk in, and she is just standing in her dress next to the toilet. “More embarrassing than telling me you write erotica,” I ask?

“Yes, much more,” she responds. “I… I have a pierced clit, and the ring somehow got caught in my panties. I can’t undo the ring, and it hurts if I pull on my panties.”

“Ahhh, well I’ll see what I can do, do you want me to just cut the panties off,” I ask.

“Preferably not, I’m wearing a $50 pair from Victoria Secrets.”

She describes how the ball on the ring screws on and off, I acknowledge the procedure and drop to my knees in front of her. Brandi hesitantly lifts her dress revealing her red lace and silk panties. She hesitates again before lowering the front of her panties down to where the ring is caught, and I go to work trying to twist the ball. Brandi gives out a low moan as my fingers are rubbing over her clit. The problem is the ring and ball are slick. I continue working on the ring for several minutes. I could tell Brandi was trying to stifle her moans, but then I notice moisture running down her leg.

“Please hurry Jay, I have to go bad.”

I continue for another moment before she starts to shake. “Oh god Jay, oh god yes.” Her body shakes as she puts her arms on my shoulders for support. I patted the ring and my fingers dry with some TP, and felt the ball twist and let go of her panties. I pulled her panties down to her ankles. I then reached up and grabbed her hips and gently pushed her back to sitting on the toilet. Brandi still looks out of it, but she spreads her legs wide and lets loose a torrent of piss. I would have left after she sat down, but she kept a tight hold on my shoulders.

I was getting the up close and personal view of Brandi peeing, and of her gorgeous pussy. She had a meaty pussy, not near as meaty as Sue’s, but thick full labium. She had her clit hood pierced, and three rings on each labia with another device connected through the labium rings with a little heart lock. She was shaved very smooth, and there were three red roses tattooed on her mound.

The flow of pee finally stopped, and I felt her hands move across my shoulders, up my neck to stop on my cheeks. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me passionately for a moment.

“Jay, thank you for the help, I don’t usually have sex on a first date, even a second date. You’ve kinda already seen behind the curtain so to speak, and unintentionally given me an orgasm. Jay look, I like you, but you’re not the person I’m looking for to start a relationship with.”

“Oh, well I understand Brandi, I like you too, we had a good time, and I’ll always be your friend.”

“Don’t get me wrong Jay, I want to have sex with you tonight. I just want to make sure you understand this is more like a friends with benefits thing. I just feel like its best we set the right expectations so neither of us gets hurt. I still want us to be good friends, and I think we can have good sex from time to time.”

“You don’t have to have sex with me to keep me as a friend though, you’re pretty quirky at times, but you’re one of my coolest friends.”

“Thank you Jay, I know I’m different, artist types like me see the world a little different. It means the world to me that you understand, and still want to be my friend. I still want to have sex though. That is if you want to have sex with me.”

“I definitely would like to have sex with you, and I understand it’s just for fun and not a relationship.”

“Oh, one more thing Jay, you probably noticed my chastity piercing. I’m technically still a virgin, I won’t have vaginal intercourse with anyone except my future husband. I’ll have oral or anal sex with you… if that’s okay.”

“How did you come up with the chastity piercing, I ask? I never knew something like that existed.”

Brandi stands and steps out of her panties. “When I got my clit pierced, the girl that did it for me had this device and asked if I was interested. We talked about it for a while, and she convinced me it would keep the low-end date rapist at bay. I mean if someone really wanted to rape me, they could cut it off, or even rip it off, but cutting it off takes time, and ripping it off would make them very bloody.”

“So it’s like a locked door, it keeps an honest man honest,” I retort with a smile.

Brandi takes my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. We kiss next to the bed, Brandi breaks our kiss and shoves me back onto the bed. I watch as she slowly pushes her dress down her body. She is heavily tattooed and has her nipples and belly button pierced. The tattoo that includes her upper stomach and lower boobs is a scene with mermaids and underwater castles. She turns her back to me to reveal a dragon the runs from her upper back down past her ass cheeks.

“Wow Brandi, those tattoos are impressive, and you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you Jay, I drew both the big ones myself and had the tattoo artist copy them. Now Jay, I’m going to trust you to behave and not put anything in my vajayjay.”

With that said, Brandi removes a necklace with a heart pendant and hands it to me. Then hops up on top of me. I notice there is an opening at the point of the heart.

“Now push the little slide on the back in and down,” says Brandi.

I do as she says, and a little key pops out the end. “Cool” Brandi lifts, so I insert the key in the little lock and twist open the chastity lock. I slide the lock shank out of the rings and place the lock on the nightstand.

“Isn’t that thing uncomfortable Brandi?”

“I can barely feel it most of the time,” she replies.

I put my hands behind her ass and pull her to my mouth. My tongue darts out and flicks across her clit several times before I suck the ring and her clit into my mouth. Brandi moans and pushes herself hard against my mouth. I push my tongue into her opening but feel resistance against my tongue. She shifts forward on my face and my tongue ends up slipping into her anus. She moans loudly as my tongue slips deeper into her anus. I figure she likes it, so I start licking and sucking her ass like I had seen Heather do to Rach. Brandi responds with a deep guttural moan and starts grinding her ass onto my tongue.

From my vantage point of eating her ass out, I can see her hymen is covering all but a pencil size hole. Brandi’s juices were steadily flowing out the small hole as I tongued her ass. I reached around and pulled on her clit ring, this sent her into her orgasm. The small hymen hole immediately went from a drip to a stream that sprayed my face. Brandi had a taste similar to Sue, but with a bit more tartness that reminded me of cinnamon.

She had laid back during the orgasm, but her ass and pussy were still in my face. I started to lick around her anus again, but this made her squeal and roll off of me.

“Sorry Jay, I’m hypersensitive right now, she says. I’ll take care of you now. Have you ever been edged before?”

“Edged, what’s that,” I ask?

“That’s where I just use my tongue and lips on your penis, she responds. I have kind of a long tongue so it makes it good, see.” She sticks her tongue out and flicks it up and down, then touches the end of her nose.

“Go for it, I’ll try anything once,” I say.

Brandi positions herself so we face to face as she takes my cock in her hands and starts stroking it.

“You’ve got a nice penis Jay, I’ve never seen one this big before.”

She starts by running her tongue up and down the shaft, and flicking the edge of the head with the tip of her tongue. I have to say, Brandi’s tongue was impressive, and watching her slipping it around my shaft was better than any porn I had ever watched. I could feel the cum in my nuts expanding as she continued.

Unlike the blow jobs I had received from the girls, the buildup to orgasm was much slower with this. After about fifteen minutes I was getting close. Brandi started sucking just the head in her mouth while flicking her tongue over the tip every few moments, taking it out with an audible pop each time. Finally, she kissed the sensitive underside while her tongue wrapped almost completely around the head. Then, moved her mouth and tongue up and down quickly sending me over the edge.

“I’m cuuuming,” I exclaim.

She quickly takes my cock in her mouth as I explode. I shoot six full spurts into her mouth as she looks into my eyes. She slides my cock out of her mouth, tilts her head back and shows me her cum filled mouth, the quickly closes her mouth and swallows.

“That load was insane Jay, I can’t believe how much you came.”

“No Brandi, that blow job, or edging was insane; it felt amazing.”

“Thanks Jay, I enjoyed doing it to you. You made me feel incredible too. I’d like to stay and offer you more, but I’ve got an early morning class. Let’s do this again… soon… okay?”

Brandi crawls up the bed and plants a deep wet kiss on me. I can taste my cum in her mouth. She breaks the kiss,

“Mmm, we taste good together. I’m gonna go, but Jay, any time you want to just hook-up just text me.”

Brandi gets up and pulls her dress back on, but slides her bra and panties in her purse. She then walks to the nightstand and picks up her key and chastity lock, and hands the lock to me.

“Here, put this back on for me,” she asks?

I feed the lock shank back through the rings and click the lock closed. “Thanks Jay, and thanks for being understanding.”

“Don’t think twice about it Brandi, your trust means more to me than your vagina.”

I started to get up to get dressed, but Brandi told me to stay put, and just watch her through the window until she got to her building. Brandi leaves and I watch her walk across the parking lot to her building, she turns at the door to her building and blows a kiss my way. I think about taking a shower, but just brush my teeth and head to bed.

I had just laid down when I heard the lock to my front door engage. I hear the door open and close, and the lock being engaged again. I flip on my side light to see Connie walk into the bedroom. One look at her and I can tell she is upset and has been crying.

“I’m not feeling good *sniff* Jay, can I sleep with you,” she asks?

“Sure sweetie, what’s wrong?” Connie had always been the leader and the rock of our group. Seeing her so weak and submissive was disheartening.

Connie pulls the nightshirt she’s wearing off revealing her naked body, then runs and jumps into the bed next to me. She immediately starts crying and hugs me tight as she cries into my neck. I just hold her and stroke her hair until she stops crying.

“Now, are you going to tell me why you’re so upset,” I ask?

*Sniff sniff* “Because I didn’t want you to go out with Brandi.”

“But,” I exclaim

“I know Jay, it’s stupid, the girls told you to do it, but I didn’t want you to. The girls told me I was being too possessive, and it was unfair for us to expect you to just be with us. When you’ve watched us all be sluts for the past two years. Jay, I love you, *sniff* and I’m afraid you’ll find someone else.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, but you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to leave you. I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I do know I’d have to be an idiot to let you slip through my fingers.”

“Honey, I don’t want to tie you down to just me, Connie responds. I’m not jealous when you’re with Rachel, Sue, or Heather; you can still be with them. I guess I accepted all of us being together from the beginning. It’s just that I wanted to choke Brandi to death before you asked her out today. How was she by the way?”

“Oh, well you know Brandi, she’s quirky, but we had a good time. She told me she didn’t really see us together beyond a friend, but it could be friends with benefits if I wanted.”

“How was she in bed,” asks Connie?

“Now Connie, you know a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Jay honey, I can smell her sex on you, and I’m your best friend so you can *poke* and will *poke* tell me what I want to know!”

“She was okay, I say, but she’s still a virgin.” “BULLSHIT!” exclaims Connie.

“No really, I even saw her hymen up close, it only has a pencil size hole. All we did was oral, and she did something called edging that felt pretty good.”

“You didn’t know about edging,” Connie asks?

“No, but my first time was only two weeks ago.”

“I’ll edge you honey.”

“Sweetie, sex with you was amazing, there is nothing you need to do to make me happy. I could live the rest of my life with only you, and be the happiest man on earth,” I respond.

Connie now smiles ear to ear, she rolls on top of me and kisses me deeply for a moment. She breaks the kiss and licks her lips.

“Brandi is kinda spicy tasting, isn’t she,” Connie exclaims. She hops from my stomach to the floor and grabs my hand pulling me with her. “Come on honey pie, you need a shower. I’m sleeping with you tonight, and the only stink I want to smell on you is my own.”

Connie pulls me into the bathroom and starts the shower. She pulls me into the shower with her and starts to bath me. “So did Brandi say anything about all the bite marks Rachel left on you,” Connie asks?

“No, she either didn’t notice or just didn’t ask. The sex was pretty spontaneous, I don’t think she intended to have sex on our first date, it just kinda happened due to circumstances.”

“What circumstances,” asks Connie?

“Just a private moment that I can’t explain further, it’s a trust thing that she would have to tell you about.”

“Anyway, it was dark in here, so Brandi probably didn’t notice. The hickeys you and Rach left on me were definitely visible, and Brandi didn’t seem to notice those, or at least didn’t ask about them.”

“Well we all know Brandi’s a flake,” says Connie. “I doubt she knows what a hickey is.”

“Oh trust me, you have no idea,” I say. “Brandi has a dark side none of us knew about before.”

“How so,” asks Connie?

“Connie… sweetie… you’re trying to dig it out of me,” I respond.

Connie smile “You brought it up… Just give me a hint?”

“Okay, she has tattoos,” I state.

“You mean she has more than that little rose on her ankle, and the arm tattoos,” she asks.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh my god, is she a secret tattoo whore,” she asks.

“You’ll have to ask her,” I state.

Connie and I go back and forth a bit more before she concedes defeat. She dries me off and pulls me back to bed, flips the sidelight off and cuddles up next to me. “Jay honey”

“Uh-huh,” I respond.

“Did you mean what you said about not losing me”, asks Connie?

“Most definitely sweetie,” I respond. “I mean look at you, you’re sweet, kind, smart… you’re funny, and top that Hot Fudge Sunday off with the big fat cherry, you’re gorgeous. You darling are the whole package.”

Connie leans over and kisses me gently. “Thanks, Jay, I needed to hear that right now. And… if you want to date other girls… I won’t stand in your way.”

“Connie sweetie, I love you, but this is all so new to me. Until two weeks ago, I had resigned myself to living the remainder of my life as a celibate monk or something. I still can’t believe any of this is happening, I keep waiting to wake up from the most beautiful elaborate dream I’ve ever had. I mean, I still can’t believe someone like you or the other girls would want to talk to me, let alone have sex with me.”

“I don’t know why you’re so down on yourself,” Connie responds. “You’re a good-looking guy if…”

“If what sweetie?”

“Honey… you know I love you, and will stay with you no matter what…”

“But”, I ask?

“You dress like shit babe, you buy everything to big, and it makes you look like a… a dweeb,” Connie responds. “Instead of the buff hunk you are. Before last week, if I’d of had to guess, I would have said you were a hundred twenty pound weakling hiding his skinny little frame under baggy clothes. What are you, like one sixty?”

“One seventy-four,” I respond.

“Honey, if you let me and the girls pick out some outfits for you to wear, half the girls on this campus are going to buzz around you like gnats to a hiker. You don’t have to change for me Jay, and I’m sure the girls don’t need you to change either. What I’m saying is, you’re a good-looking guy, there’s no reason to hide *She gestures to my body and rubs my abs* all this.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“Jay!”

“Okay, maybe a little, but when you first met me, I was thin and weak. I only started going to the gym about a year and a half ago hoping…”

“Hoping what,” asks Connie?

“Nothing, I just wanted to look better,” I answer.

“Hoping what Jay; come on, out with it?”

“H-hoping one day… that one day one of you would see me as more, m-more than just a friend.”

Connie hugs me tight “God Jay, I’m so sorry if we made you feel you had to change for us.”

“You and the girls have never made me feel bad about myself. You’ve all made me feel like I was important to you, and an equal. I was this way before you met me, so you have nothing to apologize for. You, Rach, Sue, Heather; even before we had sex, you all gave me love, affection, and friendship. It’s just that when I looked at all the good-looking guys you all went out with, I thought I needed to look like that before you would consider me boyfriend material.”

“When did you go to the gym,” asks Connie? “We all go together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you always had an excuse not to go.”

“I usually go every morning from 5 a.m. till 6:30; I leave at 5:00, jog to the gym, and workout with Max until 6:30, shower, and meet one or all of you at the coffee shop by 7:00.”

“Oh god, not Maximilian Holt,” asks Connie?

“Yeah, that’s him why?”

“He works out with Heather and Sue a lot. Heather went out with him a year ago; as she puts it, he’s got a great body, buns of steel, a four-inch penis, and no personality beyond gym rat.”

“Aww, Max is okay. He’s not much to talk to, but he’s a good personal trainer. When I first started, he really encouraged me, so I paid him to be my trainer. He would call me every morning with a 4:55 wake up call, ‘Hey buddy, you coming to the gym, get a move on, so I can *Connie and I say it together* Pump you Up” We both laugh.

“Yeah, Max says the same thing to us,” retorts Connie.

“And I can confirm what Heather said,” I say. “I’ve seen him in the shower, definitely a peewee.” Hahaha

“You want to have sex,” asks Connie?

“I’m kinda tired, but we can if you want too,” I answer.

“How about this, we wake up early and I give you your morning workout,” Connie responds.

“Sounds good sweetie.”

“Oh, and Jay honey, from now on your working out with us; no excuses.”

“Okay sweetie, Good night… Love you.”

“Love you too,” Connie responds. We get comfortable in a spoon, and I drape my arm over her side, and Connie immediately moves my hand to her breast and clamps my arm under hers. She gives a little sigh, and we both drift off to sleep.

I awoke at my usual time of 4:50 a.m. but Connie was laying half on top of me with her face buried in my neck. I try to slowly extricate myself, but as I lift her hand she whispers in my ear, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I was trying not to wake you. I was going for my workout,” I respond.

“I told you I’d give you your workout this morning, now go back to sleep for a little bit.”

Connie slides over on top of me to make her point, nuzzles her face into my neck and promptly goes back to sleep. She slept like that for the next forty minutes while I listened to her rhythmic breathing in my ear.

At twenty till six she finally stirred and began kissing my neck. Then, ever so lightly she began moving her pelvis back and forth on my already hard cock. It took about a minute before I felt her juices start to coat my cock. In one swift motion, she moved forward, my cock lifted and aligning with her perfectly. She pushed back and impaled herself, letting out a deep long moan as I slid deep into her warm pussy.

Connie just twisted and moved her hips around as she massaged her clit on my pelvis. I wasn’t getting much stimulation, but by the sounds coming out of her, I knew she was getting close. Her gyrations slowly increasing, as were the ooh and ahhs as she nibbled on my ear. She had worked herself into a frenzied pace as her orgasm neared. She whispers in my ear “Oh god babe, your penis is perfect, it feels s, so… so fuucking perfect”. The gyrations continue another moment before her body stiffens, and she lets out a long low moan as her orgasm peaked.

She collapsed on top of me for a moment while recovering. I could feel her vaginal walls squeezing and releasing my cock for a couple of minutes before it stopped. All the while her warm juices flowing across my abdomen.

“It’s your turn, says Connie, roll us over.” I pull her in tight and roll her to the bottom.

“Time for that workout I promised you, push up position babe.”

“Yes mam,” I respond.

“Now babe, we have rules for this workout,” says Connie. “Rule one, you are to fuck the shit out of me, hard and fast. Rule two, your cock is not to leave my pussy until I say so. Rule three, you can only touch me with your cock or your lips. Rule four, if all else fails, refer to rule one. Got it?”

“Uh-huh,” I respond and begin sliding in and out while I plank above her.

“Faster,” screams Connie as she slaps my ass.

I start pumping her hard and fast, and she moans loudly as my cock constantly pushes her cervix in. I keep the pace up for about five minutes before my arms begin shaking, and I slowly begin sinking.

“Get back up there buster,” Connie screams.

I push myself up again and continue for another couple of minutes before my arms collapse.

“That was pretty good babe, you planked for over eight minutes, but you’re not done. I need to feel your hot cum exploding in me. Remember rule four, If all else fails, refer to rule one. Which was?”

“Fuck the shit out of you,” I respond.

I start pounding her hard but keep most of my weight on my knees and elbows. All you could hear was our bodies slapping together, and Connie making a small grunt sound each time I bottomed out. After five minutes I couldn’t keep the fast and hard going, so I settled into long slow strokes. I would slowly pull almost out, then plunge in as far as I could go. Connie seemed to like this rhythm, as she wrapped her legs around me and started assisting with the downward stroke. Her noises had turned from grunts to long low moans.

“I’m getting close babe,” says Connie. “Keep doing w… ww… what you’re doing.”

It was at that point I hear the front door being opened, “Oh crap,” I exclaim, “someones here.” “I’m… right…. On… the edge… babe, replies Connie.”

“Connie’s not in her room.” I hear Rachel say.

“Didn’t you say you saw Brandi walking towards campus,” I hear Heather say.

“Yeah, like twenty minutes ago,” I hear Rachel say.

“Well someone is having sex in there, and if it’s not Brandi, and Connie isn’t in her room, I’m giving one guess who in there riding Jay LIKE THE SLUT SHE IS,” I here Heather exclaim.

Both of us on the edge I push in hard and this time something gives and I feel myself slip into her cervix.

“AAAAAaaaaoww, OH MY GOD, OH, Oh oh,” Connie screams. But instead of pushing me off, she threw her arms around me and squeezed me in so tight I couldn’t move.

I exploded directly into her cervix, her cervix and pussy both spasm together and milk my cock. My eyes were closed, but I could feel someone watching. I opened my eyes to see Heather, Rachel, and Sue standing next to the bed with looks of aw on their faces.

“Dude!” Exclaims Heather. “What the hell did you do to her, she looks like she’s having a seizure?”

“It’s a cervical orgasm, I slipped into her cervix just as our orgasms started,” I respond.

“DUDE, you know how bad that has to hurt, pull out!” says Heather.

“I can’t, she’s gripping me so tight with her legs I can’t move, and her cervix is gripping me so tight, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to.”

“Has she done this before,” asks Rachel?

“Yeah, she did this when we had sex during the massage,” I say.

“Well how long did it last that time,” asks Sue?

“It was probably twenty minutes before she could even speak last time, and another five minutes after that before I could finally pull out.”

“Dude is she like having an orgasm right now,” asks Heather.

“Yes, go look at her pussy, it spasms every ten seconds. It feels like my cock is stuck in a milking machine,” I respond.

“Oh my god!” exclaims Sue. “Look at this girls, it looks like her vagina is sucking his cock.”

The girls all go to the bottom of the bed and stare at our coupling. They just stand there watching for several minutes. “It looks like she’s slowing down Jay,” says Rachel.

“Yeah, she is, try to massage her legs, so she’ll relax quicker,” I ask.

Heather and Sue each take a side and begin massaging Connie’s legs. Rachel moves to the top of the bed and starts massaging Connie’s arms. After a few minutes, I could feel Connie start to relax and release her grip. Heather and Sue pulled her legs off of me, and Rachel pulls her arms off.

“Can you pull out now dude,” asks Heather?

I try to pull out a little, but her cervix is still holding on tight. “Nope,” I say. “Try rubbing her stomach, so she’ll relax her cervix.”

Heather rubs Connie’s lower stomach, and Rachel pinches Connie’s cheeks until Connie’s eyes pop open.

“Hey Rach,” says Connie. Connie lifts her head a bit to look around “Oh, Hey Sue, Hey Heather, Jay and I had sex.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” Replies Sue. “Is she drunk?”

“No,” I reply, “she’s on an endorphin and adrenaline high. Think about your most intense orgasm, and then multiply that by five.”

“I want one,” says Sue.

“Yeah, put me down for one too,” says Rachel.

“I didn’t intend on doing this, it’s not safe if you don’t want kids,” I say. “The Japanese Masseurs misunderstood the situation, they thought Connie wanted to get pregnant, so they did a special massage that ‘helped open her up to me’ as they put it. If she has any eggs in there, they’re swimming in my sperm right now.”

“You idiot, why’d you do it then,” asks Rachel.

“Rach, I just told you I didn’t mean to,” I respond. “We were both close, I heard you guys coming in, and tried to finish before you got in the bedroom.”

“Jay, can I have your baby,” asks Connie.

“Well sweetie, you can if that’s what you want,” I respond.

“Good,” Connie replies, “I’m gonna have Jay’s baby, I’m gonna have Jay’s baby, I’m gonna have Jay’s baby.” She looks at Rachel, “Oh hey Rach… I’m gonna have Jay’s baby.” She closes her eyes and passes out.

“Wow!” exclaims Rachel. “I’ve seen her after smoking a whole joint by herself, and not seen her this high. Jay are you sure she wasn’t drunk or high when she got here?”

“No she wasn’t,” I respond, “she’s been here since just after Brandi went home at 11:00. We had a lucid conversation for about a half-hour before we went to sleep, and we had a lucid conversation before we started having sex this morning. I’m telling you, it’s just the endorphins.”

About a minute after Connie passed out her cervix released me. I pull out and the girls gasp.

“My god dude, what’s wrong with your cock,” asked Heather.

“Oh, that, yeah... her cervix had me squeezed down to a couple of centimeters. It’s like when you wrap a rubber band around your finger and your finger turns red.”

“Doesn’t that hurt,” asks Sue.

“A bit at the end it does, but the beginning of the orgasm is incredible,” I respond.

Connie finally opened her eyes and looks around again, “Oh hey guys, when’d you get here?”

The girls all giggle as Connie has a look of confusion on her face.

“So Cons,” asks Rachel “when is the baby due?” The girls all giggle again.

“What baby, what are you talking about Rach… Oh crap! the Okini Hichi, we did it again. I have Plan B though, why are you asking me about having a baby?” The girls all giggle again.

“Well sugar pie,” responds Rachel “while you were in the throes of passion, Jay was telling us about this Okini Hichi, you piped in and asked Jay…”

“Asked Jay what,” responds Connie.

The girls all giggle again, “You asked Jay if you could have his baby, then after he said you could, you started singing ‘I’m gonna have Jay’s baby, I’m gonna have Jay’s baby.”

Connie looks utterly mortified and covers her face with her hands. “Jay, I am so sorry, I… I.”

I raise my hand to her cutting her off, “Connie honey, it’s all good. We already talked about this, we both know where we stand, don’t give it another thought.”

Connie smiles and the girls giggle some more. “Get moving Cons, you guys got about fifteen minutes to shower and dress, or we’re going to be late,” says Rachel.

Connie and I head for the shower, and Connie asks Rachel to go grab her blue strip top, a pair of jeans, her blue bra and pantie set, and the black suede boots. We take a quick shower washing each other. Sue is standing outside the shower to hand us each a towel. Heather hands us our underwear, and Rachel hands us our jeans. All told, we were walking out the door in fifteen minutes.

We all stopped for coffee and split up from there to our classes, but all agreed to meet for lunch at 1:00. Connie and me make our Engineering class right on time, and the rest of the morning was uneventful. I was walking out of the class as Connie spoke to the professor and one of the guys stopped me. “So how’d your date with the Ice Queen go?”

“Connie, I don’t know why you guys call her the Ice Queen. She’s one of the sweetest, warmest people I know,” I respond.

“Yeah, but there isn’t a crowbar big enough to spread those legs,” the guy says.

“Oh, well, outside of telling you she was one of the best dates I’ve ever been with, I don’t talk about what we did or didn’t do,” I respond.

At that point, Connie walks up and must have overheard the conversation. Connie throws her arms around me and lays a deep tongue filled showy kiss on me and says, “Best sex I’ve ever had boys. Come on Jay, I could use a quickie before lunch.”

The guys and a couple of girls just stood there with their mouths agape as we walked out arm in arm.

We had an hour before we had to meet the girls at the coffee shop for lunch. We went to the apartment to freshen up. I had thought Connie was kidding about the quickie, but I opened my door, and she had my pants down and cock in her mouth ten seconds after the door closed.

She had me steel hard in thirty seconds, then stood, dropped her jeans around her ankles and bent over the kitchen table. She turns and looks at me with lust in her eyes and says; “Take me stud.”

I finger her for a moment, but she’s already dripping wet. I position myself and slide in. I fuck Connie, while she fingers her clit. She cums in about three minutes, and I follow a couple of minutes later. We clean up in the bathroom and are on our way to the coffee shop. All told, we were in the apartment for ten minutes.

We walk into the coffee shop and Heather and Rachel are there waiting. As we sit down, Heather gives Connie a strange look, then looks at me, then back at Connie. “Oh my god,” whispers Heather, “You two just fucked, Rachel, they just fucked, look at them.”

“What,” replies Connie “What are you talking about.”

“You totally did, you slut, you totally just fucked him before you got here,” whispers Heather. “Look at her Rach.”

Connie just kinda looks around the room. “Connie… Connie… Look at me Connie,” asks Rachel.

“What,” says Connie, Connie looks right at Rachel, and Rachel stares at her for a moment. “Yeah, those are freshly fucked eyes alright,” responds Rachel.

“Oh, So what, I was horny, and Jay was ready,” retorts Connie. “It was just a ten-minute quickie.”

“Just don’t try and hide it Cons,” says Rachel, “first and foremost we’re Best Friends Forever; I stress the word Forever. We’ve always been honest with one another, let's not change that over something as petty as an afternoon quickie, Okay!”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” says Connie.

“Jay, you good baby,” asks Rachel.

“I’m great, still waiting to wake up from this dream,” I respond.

“Not a dream babe, you really have four hot girlfriends giving you unlimited sex,” says Rachel.

“So where’s Sue,” asks Connie?

“She texted me she got held up and would be here by 1:30,” says Heather. “I already ordered.”

“I need to confirm, can everyone come home with me for Thanksgiving,” I ask.

“I’ll come,” says Connie.

“So will I,” says Rachel.

“Sue and I are making arrangements still, but I’m pretty sure we are both a yes,” says Heather.

“Okay, I have to call Mom's assistant and let her know,” I respond. I take out my phone and call Mrs. Graves and let her know four friends are coming with me for Thanksgiving. She asks a few questions about my guests and hangs up.

“So Mrs. Graves says all good, rooms will be ready, and she’ll make sure there’s plenty of food. My brother isn’t coming home this year, so it will be us, my mom, dad, and sister.”

We sit and talk for a while, and eat our lunch when Sue arrives. We all decide to have a quiet evening in watching a movie, meeting back at my apartment at 6:00. We were getting ready to leave when Brandi walked in.

Now we saw Brandi all the time so that wasn’t a big deal, but two things were notable; first, Ms. Debbie Downer had a huge smile and just genuinely seemed happy; and second, she ran across the room and practically jumped into my arms and kissed me.

“Hi Jay, how’s your day going,” asks Brandi.

“Brandi, you’re positively radiant today. What’s going on with you,” asks Rachel.

“Hi guys, I don’t know, I’m just really happy today,” answers Brandi.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with our boy Jay here would it,” asks Heather.

“Yeah, it probably does,” answers Brandi. “Jay, I just wanted to tell you what a lovely evening we had. I realized something after I left last night. You are like the first guy in like three years that made me feel like I could be myself. Thank you for that.”

“Brandy honey, I like this happy you, Jay’s going to have to give it to you a little more often,” says Connie.

“Oh, it wasn’t the sex… well, maybe part of it. It’s just Jay made me feel I could be myself, it was like… like I had known him forever, and I didn’t need to hide. He just excepted me, you know.”

“Jay is our BFF Brandi, so yes, we know how you feel. He’s an incredible man and friend,” comments Connie.

“Jay, would you like to come for a walk later,” asks Brandi.

“Ahh, the girls and I already made plans for a pizza and a movie at 6:00,” I reply.

“Oh, well another time then,” says Brandi.

“Why don’t you join us Brandi,” asks Connie. *Stunned looks on the other girl's faces.*

“I’m not sure I can tonight, I have a paper due Thursday, so I don’t have a lot of time,” replies Brandi.

“We’ll be at Jay’s at 6:00 if you can make it,” says Sue.

“Okay, I’ll think about it, but don’t wait for me if I’m not there,” answers Brandi.

Brandi gave me another kiss and hug, “Thanks again Jay.” She then hugs the girls, but Heather being Heather had to take it up a notch and pulled Brandi in and kissed her lips. Brandi seemed a little taken aback, but smiled as Heather pulled away. We leave Brandi and headed for our afternoon classes.

Rachel and I walk back to her apartment after our writing class gets out for movie night. Rach wanted to change into her sweats before going to my place.

“Babe, would you get me an OJ while I rinse off in the shower, pleeese,” asks Rachel?

I get Rachel’s OJ and wake to the bathroom. The door is wide open, and Rachel is standing in front of the shower naked adjusting the temperature. “Here’s your juice Rach.” She walks over and stands naked in front of me, looking me up and down while she drinks her juice. “Babe, why don’t you hop in the shower with me, so I can wash Connie’s stink off you?”

“I can take one when we get to my place,” I respond.

“Baby, I know you don’t understand suttle, but you’re standing in front of a naked girl, asking you to take a shower with her. What I was alluding to was; I’m horny, take your clothes off, get in the shower, and fuck me silly; get it?”

“Ahh, okay, I think I understand.” I quickly remove my clothes as Rachel watches. She grabs ahold of my rock hard cock.

“Now see this baby, your cock is rock hard. You don’t have to walk around with a hard-on anymore. From now on, when you’re horny, you just text the chain with - Anyone up for fun. One or more of us will take care of your needs. Now, get your ass in the shower!”

We get in the shower, and Rachel bathes me quickly and rinses herself off before bending over with her hands on the wall. “Hurry up babe, just fuck me quickly so we can get to your place.”

I slide my cock into her waiting pussy and sink in deep till I feel her cervix.

“Oow, babe your cock feels great, but try on to go so deep. I’m still a little sore.”

I pull back and gently pump in and out. It takes about five minutes until I’m ready to cum and let Rachel know.

“Go ahead babe, I’m nowhere close.”

“Am I doing something wrong,” I ask.

“No babe, you feel great, I’m still just a little sore from our tryst the other night. Just go ahead and cum inside me.”

I concentrate a moment longer and cum inside her pussy. Rachel gives a couple of low moans at the feeling of my warm cum invading her insides.

“I love the feel of your cum shooting inside me babe,” Rachel says. “That made the sex worth it.”

“Baby, you don’t need to have sex with me if it hurts you, or you don’t feel like it,” I respond.

“Jay honey, I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it. Girls aren’t like guys babe, little things can throw us off, and keep us from having an orgasm. It felt good, and your hot sperm is a thrilling sensation. So if a girl doesn’t have an orgasm, don’t take it personally.”

We get dressed and get to my apartment before 6:00. Connie and Heather show up a few minutes later with pizza and beer. Sue showed up ten minutes late and seemed to be in a foul mood.

Authors note: Thanks everyone for their support, I hope everyone in the U.S. had a happy Thanksgiving, and that the coming holidays bring you happiness and joy. Sorry for the delay in posting chapter 3, October and Noverber were busy months. I will continue to try and publish one chapter per month.

Chapter 4 will have the pizzia and movie party, with a little surprise. Jay and the girls will visit Jay’s home where you will learn a great deal about the girls. Then I hope to do something special for a Christmas together.

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