Meaghan
“Let me do that for you,” he jokes, reaching across me to indulge in one of his favourite past times. “Your boobs need a good wash, don’t they?”
“Not really,” I counter, though smiling. I give myself over to his touch momentarily, feeling his large hands slide over my breasts.
“I think they do,” he says, massaging more vigorously. He tests my patience by tweaking a nipple. I turn away.
“Scott!”
“I know. Just let me clean this nipple.”
“That’s not...”
“Why are these so hard?”
“Because you’re playing with them,” I laugh.
“Mmm. What nice tits, baby.” I reciprocate the moan, letting myself really feel his soapy hands on me. Even through the water, I can feel myself getting wet.
“This is supposed to be a quick shower,” I say, stretching up to kiss him. We have a nice warm, wet kiss, then embrace under the shower head. I rest my head on his shoulder, as we sway a few times under the spray.
“Emily and I are hanging out again tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yep, just grabbing lunch again, I think.”
“Okay,” I say, resuming washing myself. So soon. It’s only been a couple days. Well, that’s good. She’s clearly interested. Then, a thought strikes me. “She knows you’re seeing someone, right?”
“Of course. It’s, like, one of the first things I ever said to her.”
“Okay,” I smile, relieved.
“Of course, babe,” He reiterates, kissing me again.
“Who?” Anthony replies from behind the bar.
“Emily. Do you listen to me when I talk?”
“Well, considering most of what you say is complete nonsense...”
“Of course, she could take in a relationship to mean a monogamous relationship. Which I know she isn’t. Apparently, has a girlfriend and a boyfriend right now.”
“Right.”
“Do you want to see a picture?” I ask, showing him before he answers.
“Is that a costume?”
“Obviously.”
“Isn’t there a better picture?”
“Not really. We’re not technically friends yet, so I don’t have full access.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I think she’s super cute.”
“From what you can see.”
“Yeah.” He serves a customer a draught beer, then turns back to me. I continue. “You know, I was looking at some poly forums...”
“Poly?”
“Polygamous.”
“Good grief.”
“And, they’re advocating against a one dick policy in open relationships. A lot of couples that try open relationships, only have female partners. Like, the girlfriend only gets to sleep with other women, but not men. And, of course, the boyfriend isn’t into guys, so he obviously still gets to do whatever he wants.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Exactly! They’re saying not only is it not fair, but that it also places a stigma on lesbian sex. That it isn’t as important as straight sex.”
“So, you want to sleep with other guys as well?”
“What? No.”
“So...”
“I’m just saying. I agree with that.”
“You’re nuts.”
“You agree, too. You just said.”
“As a general rule, I never agree with anything you say,” he says, smirking.
“Apparently, poly people hate couples looking for thirds, too.”
“Why?”
“Well, they say that though it is definitely is non-monogamy, it isn’t totally polygamous either.”
“Who cares?
“Well, real poly people do. I guess it bothers them when couples that have the occasional threesome call themselves polyamourous.”
“Well, the labels are dumb, anyway. There’s so many, nobody even knows what they mean.”
“Well, people are trying to find other people that do what they do. Like, on OkCupid you can say that you’re a polyamourous person looking for a secondary relationship. Meaning that they have a main relationship already, but are looking for another, more casual one. I’ve even seen people that aren’t interested in a main relationship of any kind, but function best as a second or tertiary partner.”
“Right. And you’re the expert.”
“No! Not at all.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Oh.”
“You have a table.” I turn around to two patrons waving me over.
“Shit. Thanks.”
“Good. We got lunch, and then came back here for a bit.”
“She came over? Here?” I’ve never had anyone over to the apartment. To me, that’s a huge step. For Scott, it’s no big deal, but some of my closest friends have never even been over to our apartment. Hanging out eludes me, I think. I tend to never see a friend unless we’re doing an activity. Going to see a show, taking a class, celebrating a birthday at a bar or something. I’ve always been jealous of the easy way Scott develops friendships. I hope the apartment was clean.
“Yeah, we caught lunch just down the street, so...”
“So, what... did you guys do?”
“We watched some TV. She’s definitely interested in a threesome.”
“Why, you talked about it?” Another thing. He talks about sex so easily, with almost anyone. Complete strangers. His friends that are girls. The only person I ever talk to about stuff like that is Anthony. I love sex. Why don’t I get to talk about it with people?
“Yeah. I showed her pictures of you.”
“What pictures?”
“Just the ones on the walls.”
“Oh.”
“She definitely thinks you’re hot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, babe. Obviously.” I smile at that.
Scott
Two girls with huge, fake tits appear before me, and I grip onto my thickening cock. Meaghan’s tits are perfect, don’t get me wrong, but I love jerking off to girls with enormous fake breasts. It’s a fetish thing only, though. I’m sure I wouldn’t want that in person, if I had the opportunity. Some things are better as fantasies. I blow my load not to what I actually see in the video, but what I want them to do.
I waddle over to the bathroom, cupping the come against my stomach as I do so. I wipe it up with toilet paper as best I can, and hop back in the shower for a quick rinse. I get dressed, and walk to meet Emily for the second time.
“Hey!” She says, embracing me this time.
“Hey, Em. How are ya?”
“Great!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, my show is really coming together.” Her show. Almost forgot. I’ve got to put it in my calendar.
“Oh, awesome.”
“Yeah. I’ve got everyone booked, so now I’m getting my friend to design a poster, then I’ll start promoting.”
“Great. What’s the show called, again?” I ask, as I put it in my phone.
“The Garage Series.”
“Cool... do you mind me asking why?”
“It takes place in my garage.” Did I hear that correctly?
“Like, at your house?”
“My parent’s house, yeah.” Oh my god.
“Wow. Okay.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be awesome!”
“Mm hm... Do you have the proper set up?”
“Oh yeah! Renting equipment. I have to do that, still.” It’s a disaster. I totally have to co-produce this.
“I can bring. I have patches... I’ll bring one amp, small mixer and one speaker? Two mics, probably. Are you using your kit?”
“Yes. That’s the one thing I do have.”
“Okay. Okay! Cool.” I feel a little better. We’ll talk more details later. We'll need to hang curtains and sound proofing, lay down lots of carpet to absorb the sound. As long as it isn’t too small. And people actually come.
“So, how are you and Meaghan doing?”
“Oh, great. We’re always great, though. I told her about you.”
“Haha. What did you tell?”
“That you were her type.”
“Oh?” She says, suddenly interested. I chuckle.
“She likes a bit of androgyny. Tomboy girls with short hair.”
“Hm. I still have to see a picture of her.”
“Long blonde hair, pretty, great body. We live right down the street, if you want to hang out after.”
“She’ll be there?”
“No. But, I have some things I could show you.”
“Okay. Cool!”
“Wow! Nice place! It’s so clean.”
“Yeah, Meaghan keeps it pretty tidy.”
“Is this her?” Emily asks, looking at an old framed theatre poster of Meaghan’s. She was the lead in that play. Blew everyone away.
“Yep. This is her, too. And, here.”
“I didn’t know she performed.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. We both understand the lifestyle, though we’re not doing to exact same thing. We can support each other in our different interests. I think I’d go crazy being with another musician.”
“Right,” she answers, submerged in the pictures. I have the urge to backtrack, but I don’t think she really heard the remark, or if she did, didn’t associate it with herself. “This one’s incredible,” she says, looking at Meaghan in a scant, sexy costume.
“I agree. Had to keep my hand over my crotch, for that one.”
“Haha. I bet.”
“Is the girl you’re seeing super good looking?”
“Well, we’re not really seeing each other anymore. She was cute. But, it didn’t work out.”
“Why?”
“Um... she wanted something more, I think. I just wanted to keep it casual.”
“You have a boyfriend, though?”
“No! No. I’m not interested in that. I was dating a guy for a couple years. Like, just him. But, it wasn’t the healthiest. Probably.”
“Oh, okay. I getcha.”
“Yeah, like, I see a couple people here and there, but nothing serious.”
“Mm hm. Meaghan and I aren’t looking for anything serious, either. Other than each other, obviously,” I add, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. “Want to watch a show or something?”
“Sure!”
I wonder if she’ll try to snuggle up on me, but she doesn’t. We keep chatting like friends, throughout the show. I might be more attracted to some of my girl friends. I sense interest from her when we talk about sex, or Meaghan, which is nice. She makes a lot of eye contact. When I mention it, she says that people have told her that before.
“Do you want to have a staring contest?”
“Uh... sure. I’ll win, though.” I recover, after a brief hiccup at the mention of a child’s game.
“Okay. Rules are: you can blink, but you can’t smile. And, you have to maintain eye contact no matter what.”
“Got it. You can talk, though.”
“Yes. You can say anything to try and make the other person lose concentration. First person to look away or laugh, loses.”
“Okay. Ready?” She nods. “Go.”
“Do you know that a whale’s penis can be up to ten feet long, with 12 inches in girth.”
“That’s not very thick,” I reply, stone faced. Her eyes are small, one might describe as beady, with colour almost as dark as her pupils, like a cat’s eye. She blinks. “Although everyone knows that ratio is ideal for female pleasure. Mine is twenty inches long, and as thin as a pencil.”
“Really? Interesting.” She answers, solemnly. Having just eaten lunch, I easily produce a loud fart. She doesn’t budge, but I almost lose it. “That almost backfired on you, didn’t it?”
“No way. I’m good.”
“Are you sure? I think I can see your face crack.”
“Nope, not even close.”
“I want to fuck you and your girlfriend.” My mouth drops, shocked, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay! Okay!”
“I win! You farting was super funny, though.” I get a case of the giggles, still laughing at it.
We laugh and laugh.
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