I was the first to admit that I don’t handle breakups well, but after Yvette, I was a mess. I spent a lot of time brooding. I didn’t ignore Alex or my family but I wasn’t really connected either. I did what was expected of me and nothing more.

Mom showed up one Sunday afternoon with luggage.

“What’s up?” I asked her after I kissed her cheek and got her some ice tea.

“Just came to visit my baby. A mother can do that.” And if I didn’t know what a brilliant liar my mother was, I might have believed that. I waited. Finally, she relented. “Fine. Alex says you stopped swimming.”

“Alex should mind his own damn business.” Alex didn’t say anything to that. “But that’s no reason for you to lug all the way up here.”

“Peter Harper McElroy, you been up an’ in the water by 5:30 am ever since you 10 years old. You tried ta swim when you had chicken pox. Now, all uh sudden, you ain’t seen sight uh water in uh month?”

“I work in a pool. I swim every day.”

“Not the same.” Alex muttered behind me. I glared at him.

“It ain’t the same, Peter, don’t try an’ bullshit, me boy. I done it uh whole lot longer-n you. Somethin’ eatin’ at you an’ it’s more-n just Yvette done left ya. She ain’t appreciate you, no how.”

“She loves me, Mom.” I stood up; I still hated talking about her. “We just had some issues.”

“You love somebody, you make sacrifices fo’ ‘em.” Mom repeated Dad’s favorite adage.

“I’m not discussin’ this, Mother. How long you fixin’ ta stay?”

“Long as I need to.” She took a sip and looked at me. “Long as I’m welcome.”

“You’re always welcome, Mom.” I’d have to be a whole lot angrier to put her out. “Come on; let’s get you settled in.” Alex and I passed in the hallway when he went to get clean sheets. “You ain’t gonna be able to walk fo’ uh week, when I finish with you, boy.”

He grinned for the rest of the day. But he deserved a reward; someone had to give me a kick in the pants.

Mom stayed for two weeks. We gave her a tour of the campus and took her to DC for dinner a couple times. She came by the pool and I let her ‘audit’ one of my swimming classes. I had to restrain myself when one of her classmates got a little too friendly but once he understood that he was groping my mother, he learned a little decorum.

“Worse than yo’ Daddy, boy, I swear.” Mom chuckled on our way home.

“Where you think I learned that move from?”

“Yeah, but he ain’t never done it off the football field.”

“So?”

She laughed outright. I loved my mother’s laugh. I loved everything about my mother. I have never ‘loved’ my mother although I think she’s still one of the hottest women I know but I have enough presence and self-control to have a little common sense. My sister, my cousins, hell even my Aunt if she ever expressed an interest but not my mother. That’s too far for even me.

But she is an incurable flirt and I was more than a little concerned when the living Goddess, the Divine Ms. Helen arrived at my door to take Mom for a night on the town. She was wearing a dress that was little more than an oversized tube top. Not that I minded – I’d had a serious thing for Ms. Helen since I was fourteen but I also knew she would take my mother to every illicit den of lechery in a ten mile radius. Once again, I cursed the Human Physiology test that was keeping me home that night.

“Peter McElroy.” Ms. Helen’s hand stroked just shy of my package. “My how you’ve grown.”

“I’ve got some time; why don’t you come in and stay?”

“Talk like that will get you in trouble, young man.” She winked at me. “Of course, you wouldn’t be interested in an old woman like me.”

“Of course not. You be perfectly safe in my room.”

“A gentleman. Just like your Grandfather.” Her eyes looked down the hall. “He still keep his, uh, ‘liquor’ down stairs?”

She knew about the playroom. I had no idea Granddad was such a hound dog – although, I confess, I suspected. “Why don’t we find out?” I offered her my arm but she reached past me instead.

“Oh my goodness! Little Alex grew up too, didn’t he?”

“God damn, Ms. Helen! You ain’t need ta advertise.” Alex, always a step bolder than me, kissed her firmly. “Everybod' already buyin’ what you sellin’.”

“Always the charmer.”

“Boy, uh little slut, he is.” We all turn to see Mom coming down the stairs in a dress that proved to me that she still worked out on a regular basis.

“Christ! Uncle Charles know you wearin’ that, Aunt Elizabeth?”

“No. An’ I ain’t tellin’ him.” She slipped into Ms. Helen’s arms for a hug that left me uncomfortable for a number of reasons.

“Beth got it honest.” Alex whispered in my ear.

I cuffed him. “Stop starin’ at my Mom’s ass.”

“You boy’s behave yo’selves.” Mom shouted as she slinked into Ms. Helen’s car.

“Ain’t us misbehavin’!” Alex yelled back. “Ya’ll breakin’ all ten commandments just breathin’!”

Their laughter was drowned out by the squealing tires.

“They are so getting’ laid tonight.” Alex said, watching them pull out of the neighborhood.

“That is my Mother, do y’ mind?”

“Yeah. Whatever. Hey?” I turned to him. “Am I gonna get laid any time soon?”

“You all healed already?”

He grinned at that. “Mostly. But I ain’t mean that. I mean, it used ta be, before, it used ta be we had fun sometimes an’ you fucked me sometimes.” I started to speak but he shook his head. “No, no. I know you. You ain’t gettin’ laid, you ain’t happy. I ain’t gettin’ laid by you, you damn unhappy.”

I sat down on the porch swing. He sat beside me.

“What if Vette’s right?”

“’Bout?”

“About me being, I don’t know. Oversexed.”

He snorted. “Then you get laid uh lot. So?”

“So, it ain’t normal.”

He laughed outright. “Normal? What in the hell do I know ‘bout normal. Dude you have got ta be shittin’ me!” He swung around and put his head in my lap. “Peter, I will do whatever you tell me. I’ll do it publicly, long as it won’t get me arrested. But ain’t neither one of us ‘bout ta do it normally.” He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “You getting’ kinda shaggy.”

I’d always worn it kind of short – a by-product of swimming a lot. I used to swim obsessively. Maybe not. Maybe I just liked swimming. Maybe it was the same with sex. I kissed Alex softly. I would have loved to take him upstairs and blow off studying. I couldn’t but I would have loved to.

“Up.” I shook my leg and he sat up. “I got uh test tomorrow. You too, right?”

“English Lit. Done deal.”

“You read the book?”

“Twice.” I look at him. “Come on. I drop below uh 2.5, Dad freezes my cash account.” Which sounded like Uncle George.

“Then you can help me study. You have physiology.”

“Yeah, you just wanna use my body.”

“Like you object.”

I woke up early as usual and lay in bed the way I had for the last few weeks. I didn’t want to go swim but I couldn’t stop waking up at the same time every morning. Someone tapped on my door.

Mom. She came in and sat beside me.

“You up.” It was a statement not a question.

“Yeah. Can’t manage ta sleep late.”

“Yo’ Daddy like that. Still up by first light even if he ain’t workin’ the dock.” She was quiet for a minute. “You hungry? I make you breakfast.”

I shook my head. Mom was a rotten cook. “I usually don’t ‘fore I swim.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t swimmin’.” She poked my stomach. “Getting’ kinda pudgy, are ya?”

“No.” I wasn’t but I couldn’t say I wasn’t worried about it.

“I guess not. So?”

“What?”

“So why you up ‘fore the crack uh dawn if you ain’t swimmin’?”

I shrugged. “I can’t sleep.”

“Maybe you got too much energy.” I might; I doubted it. “Maybe you need a new outlet.” She was probably about right. “You don’t swim like you used to. You don’t work like you used to. You don’t screw around like you used to.”

“MOM!” she caught me off guard with that.

“Well, you don’t. You was always an active child gettin’ inta everythin’ so I knew when you managed to bring it down to just one hobby, you had ta be workin’ that energy off somewhere.” She looked at my wide-eyed expression. “Oh now, come on. You ain’t think yo’ Daddy kept condoms in yo’ glove compartment, did you? Mr. Moral Majority? The Church Deacon? Oh, honey, now please.”

In retrospect, the ‘magic condom box’ in my glove compartment all throughout high school was an odd thing for my father. I had always just assumed that it was his concession to the reality of having a teenaged son with a car.

“So you ain’t swimmin’ and you ain’t screwin’. What are you doin’?”

I wanted to be shocked. But I couldn’t be. My Mother amazed me. “Nothin’. Probably why I can’t sleep.”

“Likely.” She noded. “So what you gonna do ‘bout it?”

“Weren’t you ever worried? I mean, I was kinda obsessive, wasn’t I?”

“Peter, you were obsessive about everything when you was three. If you said you didn’t care was when I started worrin’. Hell, I wish Robert was as easy. That one-“ she shook her head. “Beth too much like me, so at least I knew what ta look out fo’ and you all but raised yo’self – which was uh good thing ‘cause I wasn’t in the mood ta do it.” We both smiled at that, in large part because we both knew it was true. “But Robert? He’s uh handful.”

“He always seems kinda quiet to me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you ain’t never go see what he doin’ in his room all alone, all quiet. Trust, that one gonna give yo’ Daddy uh massive coronary one uh these days.”

“Don’t say that, Mom.”

“See if Ima uh lie.”

Mom never worried. She thought that was just how I am. “Robert, not me.”

“Robert. Not you.” She tilted her head. “Maybe Beth she don’t hurry up an’ marry that boy. He’s afraid they’ll have kids before the weddin’.”

“Not Beth.” I shook my head. “She uh good girl.”

“No she not. But she’s real good a pretendin’ around yo’ Daddy. None of which answers my question. What are you gonna do with yo’self?”

“I guess, Mom, since I’m up, I’ll go swim.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And maybe I’ll ask one of my co-workers out to dinner tonight.”

“Well, that was fast.”

I had enough grace to be chagrinned. “Maybe I’ve considered asking her before.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Mom!” She spent another half hour teasing me about being grown but I flat refused to get out of the bed ‘til she left the room. Last thing I need is my Mother’s complete commentary. I did get out of the house. I did swim for about half my usual time. I did feel better afterward.

I did ask Pat out.

“Oh, I, uh.” She was extremely unnerved. “I’m sorry. I’m uh…”

“If you’re unavailable, no offense.”

“Actually, a group of us are going out tonight. Why don’t you join us?”

“Sure. Love to.” Not what I wanted, but I wasn’t going to be petty.

The evening turned out to be three couples and me in a private room at a club in Arlington. I knew it wouldn’t be a typical evening when, during the appetizer, they asked one of the women about her new tattoo. She took off her pants to display it. She left them off.

“Pat?” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Somethin’ you forgot to tell me about this evenin’?”

“Kim,” she turned to her husband. I didn’t know she had a husband until I arrived for dinner. “Should I tell Peter what this is?”

Kim looked at me. He was East Indian with a face like a Bollywood heartthrob. If I hadn’t sworn off men after Ryan, I’d be on my knees in front of him. Not that Pat was unworthy of his attention. She was blond and thin compared to my usual taste but something about her was just magnetic. “I don’t think he really wants to know, Kitten.”

Dinner was ‘family style’ with large serving trays of pasta, salad, roast beef and some vegetable casserole being passed around the table. Clothing fell away as the meal progressed. By the time the waiters took the dishes away, everyone was down to their underwear. No one seemed to have any desire to tell me what exactly was going on.

Kim whispered something to Pat that made her giggle and made me twitch. I was watching the other two couples exchange partners and although no one made any overt sexual moves, it was clear where things were headed.

I leaned over to Pat and whispered. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you inviting me to this, but, I think I’d better go.”

“Why?” she asked aloud.

I winced as everyone looked at me. “Well, for one, I didn’t bring a partner to share with the group, so it’s not really fair.”

She looked a little disappointed. “Oh. I had sort of…oh. Sorry.”

The response caught me. “You had sort of what?”

She looked at Kim then looked away embarrassed.

“She had been sure you were gay.” Kim said sounding amused.

“After Yvette?”

“Because of Yvette.”

I sat back, more than a little stunned. “I didn’t know I gave off such a gay vib.” I looked at her. “So what did you think when I asked you out?”

“I wasn’t sure.” She confessed. “But I figured either way, if you were into it, one of us would get lucky.”

I had to chuckle. I wanted to find a new woman. I had never considered a new couple before. Maybe Bi-as-a-lifestyle-choice? Not gay, not straight but both? I looked at Pat and Kim and laughed again. It was certainly the most attractive offer I was ever going to get.

“What?” Pat prodded me gently. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“No, not at you. The circumstance. You thought one of you would get lucky. You never considered both?”

“Ah.” Kim said smiling. “A happy medium.” He leaned forward. “Could we both get lucky?”

I stroked his face gently and wondered if the rumor I had heard about Indian men was true. “Depends on how the word’s defined, I guess, doesn’t it.” I kissed him softly. His tongue flicked against my lips and I parted them to let it in. I found myself breathless in short order.

He pulled back just far enough to whisper, “The club is off-premise. Our house is available.”

“I’ll follow you.”

We dressed fast, said our goodbyes and left the restaurant. Pat rode with me to direct me while Kim made a quick stop on the way home. Pat kept her hand on my dick the whole way. I kept my fingers in her slit as much as I could – It’s hard to drive and finger fuck.

“So what made you think I’d be into this?” I asked her while I licked her juice off my hand.

“I’m not sure. Some things you’ve let slip – about you and Yvette, how you weren’t getting along, in bed. That sexy friend of yours, Alex? He wants you bad. You know that, right?

“What makes you say that?”

“The hungry look he has when he stares at you getting out of the pool? He practically drools.” I hadn’t realized that. I made a mental note to tell Alex to cool it in public. “He must be bi, too. Right?” She gasped as my fingers slipped back inside her. “For a long time I wasn’t sure if Yvette was with you or him.”

I almost lost control of the car. “Why did you think that?”

“Well, you knew about them, right? That they were fooling around?” Her eyes widened. “Maybe I was wrong. I’m sure they weren’t doing any thing.” She grabbed my wrist and rubbed her pussy against my hand. “Can you feel that?” Her heartbeat pulsed through her clit. “Keep that up and I’m going to stain your seats.”

It was a bit much at the same time. Alex and Yvette. Pat cumming on my hand. Driving at speed on a dark highway. I choose surviving over all, and tried to keep my mind on traffic. Luckily we weren’t to far from their house. I parked in the driveway and dropped Pat’s seat back. Then I pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed the palm of my hand against her clit. “Tell me why you thought Alex and Vette were fooling around.”

Her eyes rolled back and she groaned. “Oh God I can’t think while you do that.” I fluttered my fingers inside her. “Oh, ahah! They would come in, to wait – wait for you, but they’d – ceeeeeeee! Ooooh! They’d neck the whole time. Once – once, I think he diddled her – ‘cause - ‘cause – ‘cause, oh yeah! – she looked like she had a good one and he was licking, licking, licking his – fing – gers – oh – god – yes!” She came, shaking and drenching my hand.

She lay panting as Kim pulled into the driveway beside us. He looked at me in confusion but must have seen her as he got out of the car. He grinned and tapped on the window. I rolled it down.

He sniffed once then smiled. “The lotus in blossom.” I held my hand up; he took it and licked it clean. His eyes watched mine the whole time he sucked her juice from my hand. I couldn’t think of anything but getting that tongue around my dick.

I had been with a guy and a girl before but always when I was dominant. Pat was dominant here. “Kimmi, Peter just made my pussy feel so good. Lick my ass, baby.” He dropped to his knees and proceeded to bury his face between her cheeks. “Peter, sit on the couch; I want to lick that stick.” Who was I to argue?

She made me fuck Kim before I fucked her. She sat on his face and I knelt on the edge of the bed and Kim stroked himself, stopping himself from cumming several times. When I was close, I held. “Pat, Ima cum soon. Where you want it?”

She lay down. “Both of you cum on my pussy then lick it up.”

After she had cum and was clean again, I got a fresh condom and slipped into her tight slit. Kim slipped into me. I’d never been in the middle before. I promised myself that this would not be the last time. Kim came first then knelt behind me and licked my ass and balls. I came soon after that.

The three of us lay together for a while.

Kim’s hand reached around his wife and began stroking me. Then he opened her wide and inserted me, bare, in her. I hoped he knew what he was doing. I moment later I could feel him inside her as well and we rubbed against each other while fucking Pat. He rubbed my nipples with hers. “I wish we had another man, Kitten, to cum in your mouth so every hole could ooze spunk like the whore you are. Do you like two men sharing you, Kitten?”

“Yes! Fuck me harder!”

I tried to. I slipped my hand around Pat and squeezed Kim’s nipples. He gasped. “Do you like fucking my wife, Peter?”

“I love fucking your wife, Kim. I loved fucking you, Kim.” He speeded up and came loudly deep inside her. I could feel them both pulsing with it and let my own seed go with the moment.

“We must do this again, tomorrow.” Kim panted.

When I woke again, it was 2:30am. I took my leave of them and promised to bring an overnight bag next time.

By the time I got home, however, my mood had changed.

Alex and Yvette.

I did not bother to knock before I opened his door and turned on his light. “Alex. Get up. Now.” It took a few minutes and two slaps more solid than I really intended. But he woke and seemed to realized that I was serious.

“Yvette.” He looked confused. “Pat seems to think you two had a thing going. Why?” He shrugged, genuinely lost. “You did not make out with my fiancée at the pool?”

“Well, yeah, but we didn’t have uh thing going.”

I replayed the comment in my mind but it made no more sense the second time. “You wanna explain that from the top?”

“It was just, I don’t know, foreplay, I guess.” He saw my expression and swallowed hard. “I thought you knew. I mean, the first time, I was kinda freaked, but you said do whatever she said so I figured, ok, go along an’ tell you when we got home. Then when we got home, she jumped you like I don’t know what, so I figured it was ok.”

“And you never told me.”

“The way she always jumped you, I ain’t figure I had to.” He looked truly shocked. “I thought you knew.”

“No.”

“Peter. Peter. I would never…. You know I would never…. Dude, steal you’re girl? Never….”

I stopped him. Alex has never had trouble finding women and Yvette was not his type. I had no trouble believing that she initiated it, that she jumped him. I sat down on the bed. I just don’t know why she would have jumped him.

“Did she ever say why?” I asked finally.

He shook his head. “I guess I shoulda asked. Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I just, y’know, followed orders. She seemed to kinda, I don’t know, needy sometimes.”

I nodded; I knew what he meant. Sometimes her insecurities seemed to overwhelm her. On those days, she was clingy and affection starved. I didn’t mind; I could have lived my whole life with her glued to my hip but she seemed to resent any minute that she wasn’t being strong and independent. Why Alex and not me? I felt Alex’s arms slip around me and I put my hand over his.

Why Alex and not me?

The thought plagued me. I swam that morning but not well. I called in to the pool and told them I’d be late. It was stupid. The relationship was over. Going to her dorm and discussing it was obsessive, compulsive and more than a little stalker-ish. None of which stopped me.

The dorm had an intercom. She came down to greet me as soon as she heard it was me. She greeted me affectionately as if she forgotten that we used to be engaged not just dating.

“What were you doing with Alex?” I didn’t mean to say it like that but that’s the way it came out.

“What do you mean?”

“Pat, at the pool, says the two of you used to make out sometimes. Alex confirmed. I want to know what you say.”

“Oh.” She sat down. “I don’t really have anything to say.” She saw my face and shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t. It happened. I think that’s what made me start wondering if we should really get married. Alex stopped when I said stop. He’d start when I said go. He was never too much.”

“He was under orders to do whatever you told him to do. How could you take advantage of him like that?”

“Take advantage?” Her expression shifted and her professional persona seemed to take hold. “You act as if he’s a child I abused.”

“He might as well be.”

“No, he’s an adult. If anything, you’re the one abusing him. I gave him a choice. He never had to do anything with me.”

“Yes, he did, and you knew it. If you asked him, he would have broken his own neck. Of course he was gonna sleep with you if you asked him to.”

“I never asked him to…”

“Whatever. You asked him to do whatever. Not me. Yvette, why him and not me?”

“Because you always want what you want,” she blurted out, “not what I want. Alex wanted what I wanted when I wanted it.” She looked away. “And that was very enticing sometimes.”

I left. I did not want to hear anything she had to say after that. I got to the pool around the time I usually taught the pre-school swim class. I let someone else do it. I went to the main pool and swam laps. I concentrated on my form and my speed. On pushing through the water faster. FINA Long courses were coming up soon and I was nowhere near ready to compete. I was at least a minute too slow, which, in swimming is enough to pretty much put you out of the race. After a couple hours, some of the other AAAA-Class swimmers arrived and we started racing each other. When I was holding on to the wall and breathing hard, my teammates bullied me into getting out of the water and taking a break.

Pat came out of the front office and sat with me. “Listen, I’m really sorry if Kim and I did something that upset you, Peter.”

“What?” I tried to think of what I may have done to make her think I was upset. Then I looked back on my behavior for the morning. I had to smile. I took her hand and kissed it. “Not you guys. I talked to Yvette this morning.”

“Oh.”

“And Alex.” I tried to stand and found myself genuinely exhausted. “Ima jackass. Shoulda seen it at the time but…” I shrugged. “Love is blind, right?”

“I’m really sorry. I really did mean to…”

I kissed her hand again. “Stop. Not you. Now if you were sleepin’ with Yvette…”

“…no, no…” she laughed. “Actually, I don’t like girls.”

“Really?” I was surprised by that. “I though all you chicks liked other chicks.”

“Well, contrary to popular belief, some of us chicks only like cocks.”

“There’s a statement that violates the sexual harassment policy.”

“Are you feeling harassed?” she asked with an expression that promised I would soon.

“My work place maybe a little uncomfortable.”

“Hostile?”

“Just a little tight.” I plucked the waistband of my trunks.

“You should go up a size anyway. Honestly, everyone knows you’re not Jewish.”

I couldn’t help blushing. “Oh fer Christ sake. Is that what you girls talk about in the office?”

“Oh yeah.” She nodded in earnest. “You guys walk around down here, wet, in speedos that would be skin tight for toddlers and we’re not supposed to look? Believe me, we look.”

“Would it be arrogant to ask if I was worth looking at?”

“I wouldn’t have invited you to dinner if you weren’t.” She stood up. “Speaking of, Kimmi wants to know if you like sweet or spicy curry.”

“Both, actually. Why?”

“It’s his night to cook.” She winked at me. “See you around seven.”

I was there at seven. With a bottle of good wine. And Alex. “Pat, you remember my housemate? Kim, Alex. Alex, Kim. Greet the nice man warmly, Alex.” Alex wrapped himself around Kim and kissed him soundly. “As you surmised, Pat, he’s bi.”

“Well, Kimmi’s going to be a happy boy tonight.”

“Oh, you will too. I thought you might like having every hole filled tonight.”

Alex and I put Pat between us while Kim banged her mouth and called her things that sailors would hesitate before saying out loud. She seemed to cum continuously. She made Kim lick out her slit and her ass when we were done. Alex begged to be next so I put him between Pat and I and let him blow Kim. They jointly ate Pat out afterward. Then we put Kim in the middle. After cumming twice, I was in no hurry and rode Kim until he cried out for mercy.

“Fuck the little slit hard, Peter.” Pat cooed. “He likes it up the ass hard, don’t you Kimmi?”

“Yes, Kitten.” He gasped. “May I suck Alex, Kitten?”

“Only if I can suck Kim.” Alex pushed under us and his tongue on both of our balls tipped me over the edge.

After, while Kim and Alex made meals out of each other, Pat and I sixty-nine’d for a bit. I felt her doze off and wasn’t offended since I was pretty wiped out myself.

I woke with Pat’s dripping slit and someone’s hairy balls directly over my face. Which was a bit much to wake up to but when in Rome…. My first act of the day was to flick my tongue against Pat’s clit. The next was to teabag Alex – I recognized him by taste if not by sight. I presumed that it was Kim who then inhaled my cock. Not to long after, Alex came and I was treated to Pat’s creampie for breakfast. I must have come shortly thereafter.

We all lay there panting. “Do you all do this every night?” I asked. I was staring at our group reflection in the ceiling mirror I had just noticed.

“Only when we get very, very lucky.” Kim answered. He sat up and kissed Pat. “Sorry, kitten.” He left the room and a minute later, I could hear a shower running.

I checked my watch; well past my swimming hour but still time for Alex and I to get to class. “Alex. Get the bags out of the trunk. Put on pants, please.”

Pat marveled. “Is he always like that?” she asked as Alex left the room.

“With me he is.” I kissed her. “He has other, less docile moods.”

“Really?” she looked curious, which for her, was sexy as all hell. “Like what?”

“Like you don’t enjoy pain enough to ask. And unless you have a serious rape fantasy, I suggest you keep him in submissive mode.”

“How serious a fantasy?”

“No.” I got up. “You don’t have one that serious.”

“Mmm. Maybe I’ll just ask him.”

I shrugged. “He won’t do it without my permission anyway.”

It took a week for her to believe me.

Kim and Pat came to the house. We moved a few of the toys up to Alex’s room from the basement – Granddad’s reputation didn’t need to be soiled. Pat, Kim and I took turns spanking Alex while he stayed tied to the foot of the bed. Then Kim asked to be tied up and we took turns spanking him.

Then Pat asked to be tied up and spanked. “Alex,” I said, “go refresh the drinks.” He frowned, stopped short of swearing and left the room. I looked at Pat. “Kim can spank you, and I’ll do it if you want but I told you, not Alex.”

“Why?” she huffed.

“Because I said no.” I kissed her nose. “We’re in my house now. I’m the Dom. My house, my rules.”

“Kitten,” Kim picked up the handcuffs and slipped them on her wrists, “Don’t be rude. I promise we’ll make this fun without him.” He pushed her on the bed and used a cord on the headboard to pull her arms over her head. Then he cuffed her ankles and attached them to the foot. He picked up the paddle and popped her ass with it. “You know, you are very mean to me, Kitten.” He proceeded to paddle her harder than I expected. I let him go until her cries past fun to real pain.

I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Got it all out yo’ system, now?” He resisted for a moment and then recovered himself. “Why don’t you go help Alex with them drinks?”

When we were alone, I found a bottle of cream we use and rubbed some on Pat’s flame red ass and legs. “Kimmi love you right?”

She tried to turn over but couldn’t. “Of course! What kind of question is that?”

“I ain’t mean nothing. You might wanna take tomorrow off. He worked you over pretty good back here.” I kissed the back of her thigh and she hissed. “Yeah, that’s pretty bad.”

“He just got a little over zealous.”

“Yeah, uh bit. But now imagine if he was just getting’ warmed up.”

“What?”

“What if he ain’t love you or he meant to tear you up. Think about if he’d used a brush or a whip.” She winced. “Yeah. That’s why I sent Alex out. If you can’t take Kim, you not gonna be happy after Alex.” I started to unclasp her wrists then stopped. “You never sub, do you?”

“No. Are you going to open those?”

I grinned. “No.” I dug for a minute through Alex’s stuff and found a gag. Pat bitched even after I put it on her. Then I opened the door and yelled down, “Hey, guys, how long it take ta get uh couple drinks?” Which is what Alex was waiting to hear before returning to the room.

They came back in and we took turns playing “Ten strokes” with Pat. I could see that very quickly she was losing patience with the game by the way she twisted on the bed. To finally give her some relief, we turned her on her side and Kim and Alex double teamed her. I watched for a while then I removed the gag and she sucked my cock like a vacuum. All of us came about the same time.

Alex’s bed was definitely too small for four, so I let Pat and Kim have my room and I stayed with Alex. Next morning, we all headed to work or school as normal.

That next weekend, we were back at Pat and Kim’s. Kim set up his video camera in the spare room and we tested all it’s features over the two-day-three-night fuck. We didn’t use cock rings just to insure we’d sleep at some point. At one point, Pat took the camera and Alex, Kim and I fucked each other. We took turns being in the middle, switching every time one of us came. Even Alex was sore by the time we finished. I made him rim Kim anyway. Then me. I forgot all about the camera when Kim joined Alex on the floor and sucked my dick into his mouth.

Pat took all three of us in every hole so often, by the time we ran out of tape, she was covered nearly head to foot in jizz. We showered and fucked some more.

Two weeks later, Pat told me that Kim was moving out.

“What?” I stopped so suddenly, I nearly slipped on the wet floor by the pool.

“We had some issues and I guess, recently, they’ve begun to surface more than usual.”

“Pat, it’s not – it’s not me, is it? Because I will go away if it’s me. I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“It’s not you.” She put her fingers on my lips. “Well not directly you. I think, the truth is that Kimmi’s finally ready to come out.”

“Come out?”

She looked at me like I was stupid. “Come out? Of the closet?”

The light bulb turned on and I got the obvious. “OH. Oh, wow. Pat, I’m – I’m – I don’t know what to say.”

“Yeah. I’m kind of lost to.” She sighed. “Anyway, he’s gonna go stay with his brother for a while and, well, we’ll see after that.”

“Is he near by?”

“San Francisco.”

“Ah.”

Alex and I took Pat out often after that. We kept her well fucked. She stayed in touch with Kim too.

When he moved out of his brother’s house and in with his new lover, Pat decided to move back home to New York. She put the house on the market, packed her car and promised to call often.

The last I heard from her, was an e-mailed announcement of her naked wedding in Aruba.

Not girls, not boys, not both. I decided to give up on relationships and concentrate on school.