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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Four:  Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane


Codes:  MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, cartoon, anime

Disclaimer:  Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane were created by Glenn Eichler and 
Susie Lewis Lynn and is owned by them and/or MTV... but not poor little old me. 
They are used here without permission for entertainment purposes only.  All 
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their creators, not 
the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daria_(TV_series)


Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial woman based on character from
	Daria
Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character from Daria





	Daria was an MTV cartoon series that ran for 5 seasons, plus 2 TV movies.  
It was a spin-off of Beavis and Butthead, a series that I loathed.

	The main character, Daria Morgendorffer, was a high school student who was 
highly intelligent, anti-social and cynical.  She responded to high school 
stereotypes with sarcasm and wit.  In general, she was designed to appeal to 
people like me... intelligent and hated high school society.  (Yes, I was out of 
high school by the time the series aired, but so what?)  

	Her best friend throughout the series was Jane Lane, an intelligent 
artistic type who shared Daria's disdain for high school social structures.

	Physically, Daria and Jane are not great beauties, though they showed 
potential.  Daria had long, fairly straight brown hair that seemed to be in need 
of a trim and/or stylist, was flat-chested and needed strong glasses.  Jane had 
short dark hair, blue eyes and maybe an A or B cup chest.

	The series ended when they graduated and went off to college at different 
schools in the same town.

	I was trying to avoid the same emotional problems I had created with 
Kasumi, so I worked with Alpha to add in some extra background for after the end 
of the series.  Again, there was no workable way I could recreate their 
families, so again, I needed to make them orphans.  I actually felt guilty for 
"killing off" their families right after the two of them left for college, but I 
wanted most of their grieving to be over with by the time they woke up in my 
house.

	Basically, the story we set up was that their home town of Lawndale had 
been hit by a hurricane (again) during their first semester in college, and both 
of their families had died.  Since they were legal adults by now, no distant 
relatives needed to be called in.  They dropped out of their respective 
universities, collected some insurance and helped each other through the losses 
for a year or so.  They had decided to go to a university far away in Texas to 
get away from the memories.  Thus, they would be staying in my house while they 
started taking classes again at Texas Christian University (a good academic 
school in Fort Worth, though not 5-star).

	In the TV series, they were both strictly heterosexual, even when Jane was 
hit on by a bisexual artist at an art colony.  I had Alpha add in some strong 
attraction to each other, developed during their year of grief but not yet acted 
on.

	And one other change seemed necessary.  Daria the TV series no doubt held 
some appeal for college students.  Even though it was off the air, there was 
probably a decent chance that Daria and Jane could run across their own TV show, 
which could lead to unnecessary complications.  Therefore, when Alpha coded 
their memories, Daria became Daria Morgan and Jane became Jane Lannister.  Yes, 
the risks were still there, but at least they wouldn't attract instant attention 
by fans of the show or find themselves with online searches. 

	(Author's Note:  In the interest of staying in character, I'll actually 
still refer to Daria as Daria Morgendorffer and Jane as Jane Lane.)

	The TV series was entirely mundane, which worked well for bringing them 
into the real world, but might cause problems when they had to deal with future 
house residents.  Actually, that's not entirely true.  There was one weird 
fantasy episode where they met the incarnations of holidays... that episode 
stood out like a sore thumb in the series, but a little emphasis on it how it 
'really happened' might be what I needed to help them accept the existence of 
superhumans...  if Alpha ever succeeded at bringing one to life.

	Alpha assembled enough documentation for the girls that they should 
actually be able to live relatively normal lives if they had to make it on their 
own.  TCU had a rule about Freshmen having to live on campus, but a heartfelt 
plea about their emotional state and a $250,000 donation convinced them to make 
an exception. At this point it was early summer, so we still had a few months 
before registration.

	As a side note, there was one aspect of creation that proved to be  
unexpectedly difficult - Daria's glasses.  As it turns out, it's very easy to 
grow eyes with perfect vision, but it's virtually impossible to create vision 
that is imperfect to a specific degree.  In the end, Alpha built Daria's eyes 
and sent me to get glasses built to a certain specification.  After she was 
alive and breathing but before she was activated, I pulled her head out of the 
goo, put her glasses on her and opened her eyes.  With the nanites still in her 
system, Alpha directed minor reshaping of her irises to match the vision 
prescription glasses.  (From my perspective, that was a pretty boring half 
hour.)

* * * * *

	Kasumi and I had lived together for about 3 months before I told her that 
a couple of college students would be moving in, named Daria and Jane.

	By this time, Kasumi was Red Cross certified for First Aid and CPR and had 
taken a few cooking classes to become familiar with different styles of cooking.  
She was now almost as comfortable cooking chicken-fried steaks or pot roast or 
barbeque as she was making ramen or rice.  She wanted to tackle French and New 
Orleans cuisine next.

	We slept together every other night, on average, though we had sex almost 
every day.  No anal sex, but that was fine.  She still blushed every time we got 
naked together, but had advanced far enough that she could initiate sex entirely 
on her own.

	I think she would have liked to sleep together every night, but I often 
worked late down in the lab and had a small bed set up there for catnaps.  And 
to tell the truth, I didn't want to sleep with her every night.  I loved her, 
but I knew I would not be exclusive to her.  I occasionally teased her about the 
possibility of bringing other women in to join us in bed.  I'm sure the real 
Kasumi would not have been receptive, but this Kasumi had a few reactions hard-
wired so that such suggestions made her more excited than normal, regardless of 
how embarrassing her sense of propriety told her it should be.

	And let me tell you, knowing everything about a woman's history and being 
absolutely certain that she is very attracted to you does wonders for your self-
confidence.  I doubt I would be as adept with a normal woman, but with the 
artificially created women, I was supremely confident and smooth, a huge change 
from my past self.

	When Daria and Jane were ready to "arrive", late one night, Kasumi 
insisted on staying up to welcome them.  This was actually very easy to work 
around since all of Alpha's creations had a built-in kill switch for safety 
reasons.

	Well, the term "kill switch" implies the wrong thing.  Maybe "off switch" 
would be more accurate.  When the time came, Kasumi simply fell asleep on the 
couch while I carried Daria and Jane upstairs to their room.  They were to stay 
in the same room, furnished with two full size beds, a couple of desks, a TV 
with cable (minus MTV) and connected to a large bathroom.  The bathroom was 
shared with an unoccupied bedroom.  I arranged them on their beds, dressed in 
long T-shirts instead of pajamas.  Almost forgot about Jane's ear piercings and 
had to go back downstairs to retrieve them.  

	They were physically slightly advanced from their high school selves.  A 
little taller and Daria's body was beginning to mature a bit.  Daria had A-cup 
breasts and slight curves of the waist and hips, and normal pubic hair.  Jane 
now had full B-cup breasts (nearly C-cup), a few body piercings and a completely 
shaved pubis.

	I had done some basic shopping for them, to provide them with purses and 
small carry-on bags.  I had even set up checking and savings accounts for them. 
(I'm not sure how Alpha was able to get them working SSNs, but she did.  If it 
was possible to give Alpha an IQ test, I'm sure she would be a super-genius.)

	It had taken a little bit extra shopping, but I had found a faded green 
jacket, amber-ish t-shirt, knee-length black skirt and heavy shoes for Daria to 
match her class toon image.  Jane had her red jacket with rolled-up sleeves, 
black v-neck shirt, dark shorts, black stockings and boots.  I tossed it all 
haphazardly across the dressers, as if discarded after a long, trying day of 
travel.

	When everything was set, I went back downstairs and gathered Kasumi up in 
my arms.  While I was carrying her up to her room, I had Alpha let her wake back 
up.

	Looking down, I saw her eyes flutter.  "Oh, you're awake.  You fell asleep 
on the couch.  I was going to take you up and tuck you into bed."

	"Daria and Jane?  Are they here?"

	"Yes, they were tired and went straight to bed.  You can meet them in the 
morning.  Actually, we need to take them shopping.  The airline lost their 
luggage."

	She still wasn't quite awake when we reached her bedroom, so I just pulled 
off her shoes and dress, tucked her into bed, kissed her goodnight and let her 
go back to sleep, naturally this time.


	I woke up early the next morning, excited at the possibilities stretched 
out before me.  With Kasumi, the excitement was mainly focused on creating my 
first fictional lover.  Kasumi herself is a number of things - beautiful, kind, 
helpful and, should my house fill up as planned, needed - but not really 
exciting or mentally stimulating.  A good variety was what the house needed.  

	I had another long conversation with Alpha as I prepared for the day.  
Kasumi was still asleep and Daria & Jane hadn't been activated yet.  The 
exercise room was just down the hall from their door, so I left the door open 
when I started my morning workout... and had Alpha activate the girls.

	With my earbud tuned to their room and the exercise room's monitor tuned 
to their camera, I watched as they both stretched and took in their new 
surroundings. Theoretically their memory implants took them up to last night, 
when they arrived in town, complained to the airline, took a cab out to my house 
and crashed for the night.

	They talked quietly to each other for a few minutes, but I couldn't make 
out exactly what they were saying.  They got up and went to the bathroom (no 
camera in there.)

	Alpha interrupted.  "Frank, Kasumi is now awake too."

	"Thank you.  Let me know when she reaches the kitchen, please."

	Kasumi's door is not visible from the exercise room, but I think I heard 
her door a couple minutes later.  When Alpha gave me the heads up, I had Alpha 
route my mic to the kitchen speaker (ie. intercom).

	"Kasumi?  Are you there?"

	"Yes, Frank.  Good morning."

	"Good morning.  I'm up exercising and I think I hear movement from the 
girls' room, so they'll probably be ready for breakfast in a few minutes."

	"Thank you for letting me know."

	"And thank you for helping out so much.  See you in a bit."


	A couple minutes later, Jane and Daria emerged from their bathroom, 
dressed in the clothes they wore last night (as far as they knew).  I switched 
the exercise room monitor to the morning weather report.

	They emerged from their room a minute later and I waved to them.

	"Good morning!  Have you recovered from your flight?"

	Daria muttered something to Jane, who laughed.  To me, Jane said, "Yeah, 
we're doing just Jim-Dandy fine."

	I smiled, recognizing the voice and tone from the show.  "Come now," I 
panted.  "There's no need for colloquialisms between friends.... or brand new 
acquaintances, as the case may be.  Kasumi just started breakfast, so it should 
be ready soon."

	They both moved their hands to their stomachs.  "Yeah, food would be 
good," Jane agreed.

	They meandered towards the exercise room, taking in the sights.  It was 
much too small to call a gym, but it had a treadmill, stairclimber, rowing 
machine, a floor pad for aerobics and weight-resistance workout machines.  I 
noticed with pleasure that their eyes kept being drawn back to me.... their 
pleasure programming just beginning.

	Daria watched me jog on the treadmill for a minute.  "Treadmills, the 
Sisyphus of exercise equipment.  Wouldn't exercising outside be more 
interesting?"

	"Actually, I prefer to think of it as running the Red Queen's race.  Run 
as fast as you can to stay where you are."

	"If that's as fast as you can run, you need to exercise more."

	"Thus my time on the Sisyphian treadmill."

	"So who's Kasumi?  Your cook or maid?  Mail-order bride?"

	I started slowing the treadmill, moving into a cooldown phase, and gave 
her a sharp look.  "Kasumi is a very close friend who has agreed to help me 
manage the house.  She's not a servant, and I'd greatly appreciate it if you 
would not treat or refer to her as one."  

	I lightened my tone.  "I don't have servants.  The concept is socially 
uncomfortable.  I suppose I do have a cleaning service, but they only come once 
a week."

	Daria said, "Ummm... Sorry.  I didn't mean to insult you.  Having a house 
this big just implies certain attitudes."

	"Oh, you can insult me all you want.  Just don't insult my friends, at 
least not behind their backs."

	Jane rejoined the conversation.  "So this is quite a place you have here. 
Looks pretty new.  You have, what?  A new bedroom for each day of the month?"

	I was toweling myself off a bit at this point.  "Not quite.  I'll give you 
the grand tour after breakfast, but I suppose I can offer a few points of 
interest on our way down to the kitchen.

	"This is, of course, the exercise room.  Use it as much as you like."

	"We're not really the sweaty, exercise-y types," Daria responded.  "We 
prefer mental gymnastics."

	"Yeah, less chance of broken limbs."

	"Being healthy is its own reward.  It's also a pretty wide open 
neighborhood, if you like to run outdoors.  Outdoor activity is best done early 
or late.  Gets way too hot during the day this time of year."  Jane was a 
runner, as I remembered.  Even went out for track once.

	"Oh, joy," muttered Daria, in her classic monotone.

	"But to help build up your mental muscles, I do have a small library," I 
said as we left the room.

	My library/study was only three doors down the hall.  I am a bibliophile 
myself and was proud of my collection.  Somewhere in the neighborhood of 10,000 
books.  Probably 4000 SciFi/Fantasy, 1500 classic literature, 1000 modern 
fiction, 1500 nonfiction and biography and the rest miscellaneous (Mystery, 
Childrens, Religious, etc.)  My comic collection was larger and kept elsewhere.

	Daria muttered that she would have to visit here again later, which I took 
to be approval.  I wasn't worried about Daria's lack of strong verbals at this 
point.  If the implants were working correctly, I was expecting muted initial 
reactions from her, including short, quiet responses in conversation instead of 
her trademark verbal jousting.

	I made small talk the rest of the way downstairs.  I noticed both girls 
sniffing the air a bit, and I apologized for not showering after my workout, in 
my haste to get them breakfast, that is.

	Mentally, I was wondering if the smell was turning them on or off. 
Theoretically anything I did with them should trigger little spikes of lust in 
their brains.

	I introduced them to Kasumi.  I don't think they quite knew how to react 
to her.  She was beautiful and kind and practically radiated an aura of motherly 
goodness.  But she also seemed a bit subservient... which may have been 
ameliorated slightly when she noticed I was still sweaty and sent me to my room 
to clean up before she would let me eat.

	I had Alpha route the audio from the kitchen to my earbud as I went back 
upstairs to clean up.

	Jane:  "So... Kasumi.  Nice house, huh?"

	Kasumi:  "Oh yes, it is very efficient and new.  It has a very different 
feel than where I grew up.  Our house there was old and beautiful.  But at least 
here we don't have to make repairs every day."  I could hear her starting to 
choke up a bit.

	Jane:  "Oh, hey, sorry... I didn't mean to uhhh..." 

	Daria:  "Hey, breakfast!"

	Kasumi:  "Yes, this morning, I prepared a traditional American breakfast 
for you.  Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, cereal and fruit."

	Sounds of eating.

	Daria:  "So, what's Frank like?"

	Kasumi:  "He is a very kind man.  He has helped me adapt to America and he 
helped me find new purpose in life after... I lost my family a few months ago."  

	I had convinced Kasumi that most people would not understand the chaos and 
strangeness of her life in Nerima, so we agreed to simply tell people that she 
had lost her family.

	Daria:  "Wow, sorry about your family."

	Kasumi:  "It is all right.  I am learning to make my life without them.  
And Frank has been sending me to classes."

	Jane:  "And he's kinda cute too.  Do you know how old he is?"

	Daria:  "Jane, how about a little self-restraint before you sprain an 
eyeball?"

	Jane:  "Oh, bite me, Morgendorffer.  You were checking him out too."

	Kasumi:  "Yes, he is rather handsome.  I am not certain how old he is.  I 
believe he is about 30, but he seems a bit younger than that sometimes."

	Jane:  "So are you two... y'know, together?"

	Kasumi:  "It is not proper to ask such questions."  *pause*  "I... I do 
not know.  We have spent a great deal of time together, and I know he cares for 
me a great deal.  But I do not think I can claim him for my own.  I sometimes 
think that he has spent time with me mostly to help me recover or to distract me 
from remembering."

	I really wanted to be available to interrupt this conversation, but I knew 
it would happen sooner or later.  My goal was to eventually get everyone to have 
sex with everyone else, so that no one would feel jealous or left out.  But 
early on, before that happened, possible problem conversations like this were 
inevitable.

	I could always just had requested Alpha create some female orgy-bots, but 
there was no challenge in it.  An animated masturbation tool might be fun for a 
little while, but I felt that in the end, it would be as interesting as trying 
to make friends with your own hand.  I had started to love seducing Kasumi using 
what I knew about her life in anime, and I was looking forward to seducing Daria 
and Jane using what I knew about them.  Suddenly, I felt very manipulative... 
and evil... and horny.

	I missed a few minutes of their conversation while I was in the shower, 
but when I picked it back up, there didn't appear to be much of significance 
being discussed.

	Kasumi:  "Yes, I don't like the idea of having to care for such a large 
lawn, so I leave it all to his service.  But I have spoken to Frank about 
building my own traditional garden.  I hope to have the time to prepare the 
ground this fall, but I don't know if I will have the time."

	I dressed quickly and headed downstairs.  Apparently I had missed out on 
some significant part of their conversation, because they all gave me an amused 
look when I entered the kitchen, with Jane and Kasumi apparently suppressing 
giggles.

	"Okaaayyy... I assume you've discussed me behind my back, which is fine 
and expected.  Kasumi, I don't blame you, as these two are obviously devious and 
underhanded and tricked you into revealing whatever secrets you let loose.  
However at the same time, I deny any and all rumors Kasumi has passed along.  
Unless they reflected positively on me, in which case they were too 
understated."

	"Kasumi refused to divulge any of your secrets," Jane responded.

	"So we decided to make them up ourselves," Daria continued.

	"Yeah, so exactly when did you start dressing up as Kris Kringle's evil 
brother?"

	"And what exactly are your plans for world domination?"

	And the banter began.  Maybe I was wrong to expect a quiet Daria to being 
with?

	After a few minutes of conversation, Daria and Jane had decided I was a 
closet computer geek and explained what that meant to Kasumi.  I protested on 
the grounds that I was more than just a computer geek.  I was also a game geek, 
book nerd and possible comic book fetishist.

	Daria and Jane only needed minor prodding to provide conversational 
entertainment for all.  I did my best to join in occasionally, but didn't yet 
have the rhythm down for syncopated sarcasm.


	After breakfast was over, I gave them the grand tour of the place, 
including a brief visit to the basement labs.  They were impressed (or possibly 
disturbed) by the masses of computers I had down there, as I explained how I had 
made my money with analysis and predictive computer models of the markets.

	When they saw the lab portion of the basement, I was accused of being a 
mad scientist, to which I gave my best mad doctor/world domination laugh.

	"But seriously, no, I can't tell you.  If I ever get around to patenting 
anything, you'll be the first to know.  But for now, I just want to keep it to 
myself.  Don't worry, there's nothing explosive or hazardous down here."

	When we left the house, I locked the doors, and Daria asked me about an 
alarm system.  I laughed.

	"You know how I told you I'm working on AI-type programs, right?  One of 
the systems I set up is hooked into the outside cameras."  Here I pointed to a 
couple cameras discreetly placed around the house.  "The facial recognition 
system can identify Kasumi and myself and now you two.  If someone other than us 
approaches, an alarm goes off.  It'll even call the police if the house is 
forcibly entered.  And there's another system that runs at night."

	"And if you lose power?"

	"I have a generator backup that would kick in."

	"What if you grow a beard?"

	"There are voice recognition overrides."

	"What if you had a new beard and laryngitis?"

	I laughed and walked on.



	And then we went shopping.  Kasumi didn't have a drivers license yet and 
Daria and Jane were new to the area, so I drove everyone in my minivan.  (I have 
three vehicles:  a 4 wheel drive pick-up truck, a minivan and a hybrid compact.)

	I asked about the airline and their missing luggage (knowing the answer 
already) and was told that their bags had been tracked to Detroit where they 
disappeared.  The airline had refunded their tickets and paid for replacements.  
The girls would be using their own money for shopping today, but since they had 
the accounts I set up for them to represent the insurance and property sales 
from Lawndale, they were financially sound for a while.

	I drove us to a mall in the area - fairly empty since it was a mid-week 
morning - and the girls took us to a number of different stores, piling up bag 
after bag of clothes and miscellaneous mysterious girl things.

	When I asked for a fashion show strut while they were in-and-out of the 
fitting rooms, Daria demurred but Jane jumped on the idea, choosing flashier and 
racier outfits to model for me.

	Daria blushed a little and soon accused Jane of wanting to be like Quinn.

	"Hey, now," I jumped in.  "We're just having a little fun, not talking 
about how..." I pressed one of my nostrils closed for a nasal effect.  "... How 
the cognoscente of Paris and Milan are so much more refined and fashion-
conscious than the riff-raff of Texas."

	Switching back to a normal voice, I asked, "Didn't you ever watch 
Madonna's Vogue video and laugh yourself silly at the pretentiousness of it?"

	Daria looked like she had been caught a little off guard.  "Critiquing 
music videos wasn't really my thing, unlike some guys I used to know... but 
yeah, I suppose so.  I just don't have the body or temperament for fashion 
strutting."

	"Body type is irrelevant when you're trying to have fun like this, and 
besides, yours is, to all appearances, perfectly healthy.  And temperament is 
variable.  I bet if you put your mind to it, you could even be bouncy and 
perky!"

	"Perky!"

	"Yea, one thing Morgendorffer has never been accused of being is 'perky'," 
interjected Jane, strutting by in a pretty racy babydoll nighty which dragged my 
eyes along with her as she went by.

	Kasumi who had been sitting quietly next to me all this time admonished 
me. "Frank, it's not nice to tease Daria so."

	I sighed expansively and turned back to Daria.  "I apologize for having 
suggested that you were secretly perky.  I promise that if I ever do so in the 
future, I'll endeavor to use alternate terms such as preppy or chippy..."

	"Animated?" Jane suggested.

	"Jaunty?"

	"Bubbly."

	"Enough!  If you want to describe me, pick some antonyms instead.  And 
stop staring at Jane like she's a piece of meat you're appraising."

	Jane posed provocatively.  "Please, Morgendorffer, I am at least a strip 
of veal."

	"Wrapped in bacon," I added.  "If I actually offended her, I would 
apologize profusely and try to make restitution.  But we're just having fun.  
Come here for a minute."

	I darted up, grabbed Daria's hand, and dragged her back with me to our 
viewing bench. 

	"Now look at your friend.  She is obviously very animated and bubbly at 
the moment.  She's having fun.  So let's just sit back for a minute and 
appreciate her."

	I grabbed both her and Kasumi by their shoulders in a sideways hug and 
turned my attention back to the preening Jane.  I think I threw them all off-
kilter a bit with this gesture of intimacy.  I honestly expected Daria to make 
an excuse and run away temporarily.

	Daria was immensely attracted to me; this was a programmed involuntary 
response.  I had been doing my best to engage with her intellectually through 
conversational banter.  And whenever Daria was with someone she was attracted 
to, she tended to either freeze up or run away.  Even her trademark banter 
wasn't up to par at the moment, meaning she wasn't yet comfortable with her 
attraction to me.

	Jane was a bit freer with herself and her emotions.  Not a lot more, but 
she was much more socially comfortable than Daria.	

	This time, Daria just froze up.  I gave Daria's shoulder a squeeze and 
winked at Jane, who was apparently trying to look like Marilyn Monroe.  Our 
tableau only lasted for a minute, but it was a minute of progress for me.



	I treated everyone to lunch at Red Lobster, at which time I talked Jane 
about art for my house.

	"I'm sure you noticed that most of my walls are pretty bare.  The problem 
is, I have no fashion or decorating sense."

	Kasumi, her mouth full at the moment, nodded in agreement.  I gave her a 
mock glare.

	"You, however, are an artist, so I would like to engage your talents if 
you are willing."

	"Sure.  What are you looking for?  You want me to shop for you or paint 
for you?"

	"Both, probably.  We can invest in some new art supplies for you this 
afternoon and you can take a more thorough look around the house.  I want a mix 
of styles, and while your judgment will no doubt be better than mine, I still 
have a few restrictions:
	"Nothing Dadaist.  Nothing that requires you to be high to appreciate it.  
Nothing totally abstract.  And nothing that looks like it came off the shopping 
channel."

	"So, no urinals on display stands and no tie-dye style swirls of color and 
no Thomas Kinkade prints.  I can work with that.  What kind of art do you like?"

	"My favorite artist is probably Turner.  J. M. Turner or something like 
that. He did these great landscapes just filled with energy."

	"J. M. W. Turner."

	"That's him, I think.  But I like a good range of styles.  Classical 
Realist. Impressionist.  Expressionist.  Modern.  Well, some expressionist and 
modern.  I like Warhol and Dali and Chagal and Toulouse-Lautrec. Some of 
Picasso's stuff, but not all.  Don't like Pollock.  Don't like velvet Elvis 
prints.  I love some classic illustrations like for Winnie the Pooh and the 
Sherlock Holmes stuff from The Strand."

	"I can work with that.  What's your budget for this?"

	"In general, don't worry about the cost.  If you think a Monet would look 
nice in a room, go for a reproduction.  I don't want to turn this into a huge 
investment, but I'd probably prefer a mix of nice, original pieces by unknown or 
upcoming artists and reproductions of expensive works.  I suppose if you feel 
the need to go over $60,000, check with me first."

	Daria commented, "You sure seem to throw around money pretty freely."

	"Aside from the house and computer setup, most of my throw-around money 
helps other people.  And I keep enough investments going that I shouldn't have 
to worry. Well, unless I start trying to collect the old masters.  That would 
probably bankrupt me pretty quickly.  Money isn't really important except as a 
means to an end."

	"So how much are you really worth," Jane whispered conspiratorially.

	"I don't keep a close track," I whispered back loudly.  "Maybe somewhere 
in the $50 to $100 million range."

	She whistled appreciatively.  "That's some investment program you worked 
up. Why don't you sell it?"

	"First, because I don't want to.  Second, because it would stop working if 
everyone used it.  And third, because it requires some really serious processing 
power to crunch the information."



	I made some personal inquiries on the drive back home.

	"So... Daria, Jane.  Are you two... involved with each other?"

	That got some startled, indignant responses.

	"Sorry, I don't know about writers, but it's just that college-age 
bohemian artists are often more open, sexually speaking.  And you are obviously 
very close friends who both went through emotional trauma.  I was just wondering 
if it had developed into anything more than just a close friendship."

	"Nah, we're both straight for now, though I was propositioned by a hot 
lady artist a couple years ago.  Why, do you want to see us make out?"  Jane 
leaned towards Daria, her lips puckered.

	"Well, if you insist..." I said with an animated leer.  Jane was obviously 
reacting to her programming and implant much more than Daria, but I guess it 
made sense that the much more repressed Daria would be much more resistant.

	"Hey, don't I get a vote on this," Daria protested.  "And I'm good with 
'just a close friendship'."

	"And this would expand our list of shared activities," Jane said as she 
pressed her suit.  She was obviously joking, but I'm pretty sure there was 
another layer to the game.  Jane was testing the waters, introducing new ideas 
to Daria, similar to what I was trying to do.  And don't think that Jane's 
'straight for now' comment had passed unnoticed by me.

	I interjected, "Oh well.  Here I was hoping that one or both of you might 
be willing to be Kasumi's first lesbian experience."

	"Frank!" exclaimed a blushing Kasumi, obviously scandalized.

	"What?" I asked innocently.  "You're a beautiful woman.  They're beautiful 
women.  You're all college age.  Isn't that when beautiful women are supposed to 
experiment with each other while men watch?"

	"Only if they're drunk and trying to build their self-respect through 
cheap late-night TV pornos," Daria countered.

	"Hmmm," I mused.  "I think all of you have pretty decent self-respect, but 
I can swing by the liquor store if you think it would help."

	"Help who?  Us or your libido?"

	"Ummm... both?"



	They all agreed that I was lower than pond scum, just like all men, though 
I did give an effective enough hang-dog expression that Daria consented to 
letting Jane kiss her cheek while I watched... though my cry of "Woo hoo, now 
use your tongue!" led to Jane whacking the back of my seat with a clothes bag.

	With everyone helping, we unloaded the van in just two trips.  I checked 
my email and the status of various projects Alpha was working on while the girls 
were putting their purchases away.

	We had a nice dinner and a quiet evening.  Jane and Daria retired early 
and had a long, quiet conversation with each other that evening.  Alpha told me 
I was the subject of 56% of their conversations that night.


	After breakfast the next morning, Jane was waiting for me with notepad in 
hand.  "Let's talk art."

	We toured the house, room by room, discussing what would look good where, 
if I wanted a theme for different rooms and if I wanted any sculptures anywhere.

	Jane used the opportunity to get physically close to me often.  Her 
implants were obviously pumping out lots of dopamine and serotonin and estrogen 
and adrenaline in my presence.

	She would need to see from the same perspective, so our heads needed to be 
side-by-side.  

	Or... She wanted to get a higher perspective, so I would lift her up, 
holding firmly onto her hips, giving her a more than friendly squeeze on 
occasion.

	And... She would want me to imagine something, so I would kneel down and 
close my eyes.  She would stand behind me, directing my head, describing the 
intended view while pressing her chest against the back of my head letting her 
breasts try to warm my ears.

	It was after I stood up from one of these intimate discussions that she 
asked "So why did you put us in one room when so much of the house is empty.

	"For a few different reasons.  First, the house will be slowly filling up 
over the next year or two.  B, you two are such good friends, I thought you 
might want or need each other's close company.  Next, it gives you the college 
experience.  Well, your room is probably four times larger than a college dorm 
room, but it still gives a bit of the experience.  And finally... what number 
was I on?"

	"I think you went from number to letter to next, so this would be fourth, 
D or 'in conclusion'."

	"Must be distracted.  You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?  Fourth, 
if you both really want to live separately for a while, one of you can move into 
the room next door."

	"We might.  After all, a girl needs her privacy sometimes."

	When we were checking out one of the second floor bedrooms, Jane made her 
move.  I was sitting in a chair, listening to her suggestion of an underwater 
themed room.  Jane sat down in my lap, making sure to press her rear end against 
my groin.

	"Wow, so is than an umbrella in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?" 
and she kissed me.

	It started as a simple kiss, but the intensity rose as we started groping 
each other.  By the time our tongues were inside each other's mouths, she was 
feeling out the dimensions of my cock through my jeans.  As for me, I was trying 
to play with her hard nipples through her bra.  If I hadn't been having sex 
regularly, I might've come in my pants.

	Through a supreme effort of will, I broke the kiss, then stopped Jane from 
unbuttoning my shirt.

	"Jane, wait a moment.  You are beautiful, and I desperately want you.. "

	"So what's the hold-up?" she panted.

	"I'm not going to let anything happen that could come between you and 
Daria."

	"I don't know what you're talking about."

	I gave her a pointed look of incredulity.

	"All right, all right!  It's just Daria has a history of stealing my 
boyfriends..."

	"So you wanted to claim me first?"

	"Yes.  No.  It's just...  If a guy's cute and smart, she'll start talking 
with them and they'll start paying more and more attention to her and I figured 
the only chance I'd have would be swooping in first.  And she never actually 
does anything serious with them even after she steals them!"

	"So how many times has she done this?"

	"At least once that I can currently recall."

	"Jane, I'll admit I am attracted to both you and Daria.  But your 
friendship is more important than that attraction.  I'm not going to let myself 
come between you."

	And if I started sleeping with just one of them, the friendship would be 
strained or broken and I'd never get them in bed together.  Either they had to 
sleep with each other first or I had to convince them to agree to a threesome.

	"Why don't you go cool off, then find Daria and have a talk with her.  And 
I'll go have a cold shower."

	"Dammit!"  She paused, looking away from me.  "Maybe you're right."

	Even so, I'll admit I wasn't above copping a feel as I lifted her off my 
lap.

	My first thought upon Jane leaving was to find Kasumi and pound her silly. 
But that would be unfair to her.  I guess I was thinking of her more and more as 
a real person instead of just a character... which was good, I suppose.

	I stopped myself from jacking off and went to my room to take a quick cold 
shower.

	Alpha reported that Jane had apparently tried to masturbate, but failed to 
get herself off.  I asked Alpha to alert me when she joined Daria so I could 
listen in.

	I was dressed and down in my lab around noon when Alpha alerted me that 
Jane was approaching Daria, who was exploring the library.

	"Hey there, Daria."

	"Jane... what's up?"  She sounded suddenly suspicious.  "You know I can 
tell when something's up with you.  Are you plotting the overthrow of the 
government by force and violence?"

	"We... aaahhh... need to talk."

	"You did it, didn't you?  You already made out with Frank.  Dammit, Jane, 
you know I don't like very many guys, so as soon as we meet a new guy, you have 
to just swoop right in?"

	"It's not like that.  Not exactly.  And we didn't do anything... much."

	"So... what?  Because I didn't stake a claim the day I met him, that means 
you get him?"

	"Jesus, Morgandorffer, listen to you.  It usually takes you a few months 
to start liking a new guy.  Except for Trent.  So is Frank your new Trent?  Your 
new secret crush that you'll blush every time he talks to you?"

	"Yes, because I suddenly regressed to being 15 years old again.  I'm just 
not comfortable with making the first move like that."

	"Anyway, you're jumping to conclusions.  Frank and I are not an item.  He 
won't get involved with me unless I clear it with you first."

	"What?  Are you kidding?  Since when did I become your keeper?"

	"So I have your permission?"

	"Sure, go ahead!  Fuck the whole damn city for all I care!"

	Jane started to storm out, appeared to calm herself and stopped.  "Look, 
Daria, what he actually said was that he wouldn't start anything with me because 
he didn't want to come between us.  And when did you get such a potty mouth?"

	"I'm an adult.  I can say whatever the hell I want to."

	"Daria, the thing is, he's right.  I think he's a great guy.  He's rich, 
he's funny, he's considerate, he's in great shape.  He knows enough about art 
not to sound like an idiot but still defers to my taste.  He really gets me wet, 
if you know what I mean.  But he's not you."

	"Could I get a warning before you hit on me?"

	"I prefer surprise when I stalk my many lesbian conquests... Jeez, Daria.  
The point is, guys come and go.  Heck, we're at the age where we should be able 
to sample any guy we want.  But best friends are rare. As much as I want him, I 
want you too."

	Daria grinned through her tears.  "Dammit, Lane.  I told you I'm not a 
lesbian."

	"How about Bi?"

	"Now you're talking, let me get my dildo."  They hugged, smiling and 
tearful.

	Despite the wording of the conversation, it was obvious they were joking 
and not preparing for a bout of Sapphic love.  At the same time, I knew they 
were starting to feel each other out, emotionally.  These versions were 
definitely bi-sexual.  Or at least bi-curious.

	Daria broke the hug.  "So what are we going to do?"

	"Well, I see three options.  Option one, neither of us get him, we leave 
him to Kasumi."

	"A logical solution, but it doubt we can make it stick."

	"Option two, we share him."

	"I don't know, is he a Mormon?"

	"I doubt it, but who knows?  Maybe we could all convert.  Or Islam.  Don't 
Muslims get multiple wives?"

	"Yes, but I wouldn't know where to shop for a good burka.  What's option 
three?"

	"I get him and you find another guy."

	Daria grabbed a backrest pillow from a chair and whacked Jane's arm with 
it.

	"So that's another no.  That leaves us with option 2.

	"What about option 4, you back off and I date him?"

	"I thought we were trying to keep things realistic," said Jane, which led 
to another pillow whack.

	After an uncomfortable or thoughtful pause, Daria asked, "Do you seriously 
think we could share him?  Why don't we just make him choose?"

	"I don't think he will.  I mean I was throwing myself at him, even felt up 
his package, and he wouldn't go any further.  And all because he said he refused 
to break up our friendship.  And I can't imagine our friendship being the same 
after we made him choose one of us."

	"Yeah, I suppose not.  This really sucks, doesn't it."

	"Yeah, I guess.  So what, we date him on alternate nights?  Draw straws?  
And what about Kasumi?  I know she's in love with him."

	"I forgot about her.  She's too nice for me to be willing to deep-six her 
chances."

	Their conversation continued for a few more minutes and included many 
references to Tom Sloane, the boyfriend Daria had stolen from Jane... but they 
failed to reach a definite conclusion concerning me.

	I thought about it for a while and decided that they needed to stew 
overnight.  I couldn't rush this or it might end badly.

	I called Kasumi directly through the intercom (instead of using Alpha) and 
told her that I needed to work late in the lab tonight.  I recommended she spend 
some time talking with Daria and Jane, maybe see if she could work them into the 
cooking schedule if either of them could cook.  

	"Or maybe you three could go out for a night on the town tomorrow night or 
sometime this week."

	"That would be nice, but I have a class tomorrow night."

	"Oh, that's right.  Cajun Cuisine, right?  Well, you three could go out 
for dinner tonight if you want.  I'll just warm up some leftovers when I get 
hungry."

	I actually did have work to do.  Alpha and I had some serious work to do 
on the next addition to the family.  Plus, I hadn't been able to spend much 
quality time with Alpha this week.


	Since Daria and Jane were not even remotely early risers, I had a chance 
to talk with Kasumi in the morning before they got up.  She said their 
conversations had mostly revolved around possible plans for the future, but on 
the way back home, Daria and Jane broached the subject of sharing me out.

	Kasumi refused to make decisions for me, so Daria and Jane went ahead with 
their plans where they would alternate nights among the three of them.

	I paused for a different thought.  Hmmm... Kasumi usually takes a bath or 
shower after her early morning exercise sessions, so she's probably all nice and 
clean at the moment.

	I grinned at her.  "So, share me around?  But you're going to be gone 
tonight, so maybe I can spend a little time with you this morning."

	"Frank, I need to prepare breakfast for the... aaaa..."  

	I interrupted her by scooping her up and throwing her over my shoulder.  
We were in the kitchen and needed a bed or... Aha.  I grabbed a handful of 
kitchen towels and carried her into a nearby sitting room.

	I set her down, untied her apron and pulled her entire dress up over her 
head.  Towels on the couch, panties down, her down on the couch and I dove in 
for my morning muff dive.  I hadn't really given her much foreplay, but I had 
found from previous experience that it often wasn't needed.  

	Kasumi had definitely gained some vaginal flavoring since her birth and I 
dove in with zest, intent on giving her a quick come.  Responding to my 
aggressive behavior, she didn't disappoint and was jamming her fist into her 
mouth to keep from crying out too loudly in less than five minutes.

	I looked up at her, grinning as I kept up a steady licking.  "Are you 
ready for the main event?"

	"Yes... quickly, please."

	I dropped my pants and shorts, laid her lengthwise on the couch and thrust 
into her fully.  No condoms needed since she had been on the pill for a couple 
months. She was hot, wet and welcoming.  I sought out her mouth as my arms 
enveloped her. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me as deep inside her as 
possible.

	With her legs encouraging my movements, I began thrusting into her, almost 
violently.  I started whispering to her, knowing I was winding her up more and 
more.

	"You'd better keep quiet.  If you cry out too loudly, Daria and Jane will 
hear.  They'll come down and see us here on the couch, out in the open.  If you 
aren't quiet, they'll see you.  They'll see you with your pussy open and wet."  

	I raised her bra and caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples.  

	"They'll see your beautiful breasts out in the open here.  They'll know 
how you look when you're being fucked.  They'll see how you look when you come.  
So the question is... do you want them to see?"  

	I gave an extra hard thrust, resulting in a noticeable cry from her.

	"Do you want them to come down?  Do you want them to join us?  To kiss you 
while I fuck you?  Do you want to kiss them while I fuck them?  Do you want them 
to taste you as they suck my cock?  Do you want to taste them off my cock?  Do 
you want to drink my come out of their cunts?"

	I was pounding with machine gun rapidity now, eliciting a variety of 
squeaks and grunts from her.  My voice was reduced to panting comments.

	"Can you... feel me... deep... inside you?  Knocking.... on the... door... 
of your... womb...  Your nipples... are so... hard..."  Here I pinched them, 
back and forth between breasts.  "Your... your clit... so hard..."  I reached 
down and rubbed it.
	"I'm... I'm about... to come... I want... you... to let go... and... 
come... at the... same... time...  Now!"  I let go inside of her, pumping her 
full of my seed, and at the same time, felt her cunt clutching at my cock, 
spasming around my member.

	I collapsed on top of her for a moment, and felt her heaving lungs under 
me.

	After a moment, I gathered myself and pulled out of her and knelt next to 
her.  I pulled a towel out from under her, wiped my penis clean, then started 
wiping her pussy clean.  Kasumi recovered enough to take over, pulling her bra 
back into place and taking another towel to wipe up her juices.

	She whispered to me, "Someone was watching us."  She nodded to the doorway 
behind me.

	"Which one?"

	"I'm not sure.  I saw a shadow but whichever one was there was moving away 
by the time I looked around."

	"So, do you think we put on a good show for her?"  I grinned and kissed 
her. "I hope you enjoyed it.  I know I did."  I moved in close to her ear and 
whispered, "Don't ever doubt that I love you."

	I helped her put her clothes back on and returned with her to the kitchen.  
I made sure to hand her the towels, telling her it was her choice whether to put 
them in the laundry or back out on the kitchen counter.  She shushed me and put 
them in the laundry.

	Daria and Jane joined us in the kitchen just a couple minutes after we had 
cleaned up and returned.

	"Good morning, ladies.  So how was your dinner out last night?"

	Daria, still groggy with sleep, responded with a "No talking til coffee."

	Huh.  Pretty different early morning awareness from a couple days ago.  
Then again, that was her activation wake-up.  Wow, it had seemed a lot longer.  
But my thoughts digress.

	Jane seemed a bit more awake.  "It was fun.  So, Frank... did you have fun 
last night?  Or maybe this morning?"

	Ah, well, that mystery was solved.

	"Last night was productive.  This morning?  Kasumi and I had a lot of fun 
just before you came down."  I looked Jane straight in the eye and winked.  
	"Maybe if you and Daria had come down a few minutes earlier, you could 
have joined in."  She blushed a bit.

	Daria, who was filling her coffee cup, said, "Umph.  No banter before 
coffee. And Jane, why are you so awake?  You're even less of a morning person 
than I am."

	Once we were mostly done eating and Daria seemed to be actually conscious 
of her surroundings, I asked again about last night.

	"Oh it was good.  Kasumi is a really nice person.  Oh hey, Jane and I were 
wondering last night..."

	"Yes?"

	"When is Sick Sad World on down here?"

	I blinked, my conversational expectations completely thrown for a loop.  
"Uhhh, Sick Sad World.  Is that that weird show that showcases the worst rumors 
in the world presented as fact every week?"

	Daria responded, "Only for the really good episodes."

	"It's off the air.  It's been replaced by a whole series of shows that 
do their best to totally destroy your faith in humanity thus threatening to 
drive their viewers to suicide every time they tune in.  They call it, Reality 
Television."

	Daria and Jane laughed, and Kasumi, who rarely watched TV, looked 
confused.

	"But seriously... off the air?"

	Shit.  If they actually started searching for Sick, Sad World, they would 
undoubtedly find links to the Daria TV show.  It might result in a mind-wipe and 
re-write, this time without Sick, Sad World reference.  But as long as they did 
their searching from here at the house... I made a mental note to have Alpha 
work up some phoney Sick, Sad World references for local search redirects. 

	"Yup. Sorry.  We can look in the TV guide to double-check, if you'd like.  
In other news, Kasumi has a class tonight, so would you two ladies do me the 
honor of joining me in a night out on the town?"

	They looked at each other.   Jane spoke up.  "Sure.  Where exactly would 
we go?"

	"Depends on what you'd like to do.  There's a music hall that showcases 
local bands.  I'm not much of a dancer, but they have that too.  Or there are 
plenty of mid-summer blockbusters which would no doubt like to damage our 
hearing with stereophonic explosions.  Or I can just take you on a tour of 
metroplex nightlife, with which I am only slightly familiar."

	"Explosions are good, especially if body parts are involved," Jane 
commented.

	Daria said, "Music might be good, and songs tend to have more plot to them 
than explosion movies."

	Jane suggested, "Or we could drive around with the windows down and follow 
our ears."

	"All excellent suggestions.  How about we play it by ear.  We could 
include a drive-by of the music hall and cinema marquee to see if anything 
sounds good."

	The day passed fairly uneventfully.  

	Jane and I finished our art tour of the house and I drove her to a supply 
store for basic supplies.  There was a bit of knee-caressing during the drive, 
but no making out and no conversations about yesterday or this morning.

	I talked to Daria about books and bookstores.  I told her about the Half-
Price bookstore chain in the area with their huge selections, and especially 
about their occasional half-of-half-off sales.  She made me promise to take her 
to one, and I suggested we make a day of it sometime, visiting multiple stores 
one right after the other.

	And I took Kasumi on a trip to the market for the ingredients she needed 
to bring for the class tonight.  It was an active, hands-on series of classes, 
where you cooked a couple dishes during every class.

	That evening, we went out to eat, then drove around.  The music coming 
from a local college bar sounded good.  And since it was geared towards college 
students, many of whom were under 21, it was sectioned off so underage people 
could pay the cover and get non-alcoholic drinks.  And they rarely paid 
attention when people shared drinks.

	I don't know if Jane and Daria, both about 18 or 19, ever drank or if they 
were just trying to be cool, but they accepted my offer to share my beer with 
them. Then another, though I stopped them after a third beer.  Myself, I only 
had one, followed by Coke and Root Beer.

	After a few hours here, listening to a couple different bands play sets, 
we called it a night.  The bar had their own voluntary breathalyzer, which 
showed I was perfectly fine to drive.

	The girls seemed a bit buzzed.  I was pretty sure they weren't drunk, but 
they were loosened up a bit.

	"Are you two feeling up to a conversation?"

	"Sure."  "Ya-huh."

	"So... I hear that you have decided to share me among you, is that right?"

	"Well, unless you want to specifically ask one of us out," said Jane.  
Daria punched her in the arm.

	"Not particularly.  I think of the two of you as a package deal.  It 
wouldn't be fair to either of you to try to break up the set."

	"That's an... interesting way to put it.  So we're like salt and pepper?"

	"Bacon and eggs?"

	"Batman and Robin?"

	"Yes, yes and no.  Look, I'll understand if a year from now, you find 
yourselves a nice set of twins to settle down with.  Y'see, I think the two of 
you have pretty much the same taste in men, which can lead to a serious risk to 
your friendship anytime one of you wants to date someone.

	"That means I'm actually okay with the idea of you two sharing me between 
you.  Just try not to get jealous of each other, because I'd seriously rather 
back out of the arrangement than come between you.  Metaphorically speaking.  
Literally speaking, I'd love to come between you."

	Wow, in a normal situation with these two, my amazing display of ego would 
be suffering a thousand punctures from them by now.  Even so, I was worried I 
was maybe pushing things too far too fast.  Still, in for a penny...

	"Speaking of which, I do need to know if you are both ready for a physical 
relationship."

	Jane looked at Daria.  "I am, but Daria..."

	Daria interrupted her.  "I am too."

	Jane asked, "Are you sure?"

	"Yes.  But I think another drink might be necessary to relax me for actual 
copulation."

	I jumped back into the conversation.  "Actually, I'm going to say no to 
the drink for two important reasons.  First, if you aren't willing to do 
something sober, then you shouldn't do it at all.  Second, the first time for 
someone should always be special and memorable... and memory tends to get fuzzy 
when drinking is involved."

	Daria observed, "You sure like to number things and makes lists a lot, 
don't you?"

	"Huh.  Never thought of it before.  I suppose you're right...  Speaking of 
which, pop sobriety test!  Jane, list off the alphabet backwards.  Daria, list 
all 50 states.  Go!"

	Which was a mistake.  Entertaining, but I had no chance to catch any 
errors since they both listed them off simultaneously.  Still, they seemed 
confident in their answers.

	When we got home, I added one more condition.... yes, a condition to 
possibly prevent the arrangement to which I had been guiding them.  I turned 
around in my seat and took them by the hands.  "One more thing.  Kasumi.  I am 
not going to cut Kasumi out of my life."

	It was unfair to make such a demand when I knew I was pounding their 
brains with various artificially-stimulated hormones with my attention.

	"Of course not," Jane piped up.

	"Yeah," said Daria, blushing.  "She's like... ummmm... well, I didn't 
really get along with my sister, so... like a really nice friend."

	"Good.  Would you two ladies do me the honor of accompanying me upstairs?"

	"Both of us?" Daria stammered, blushing more.  "I thought we were going to 
flip a coin or something..."

	"Yes, both of you.  At least for this first night, and after that we'll 
see. But I want you to stay together tonight.  For each other and for me."  
Holding their hands, I kept looking back and forth between them, looking 
directly into their dilated eyes.
	"Now come on."  

	I pulled them out of the car and, with an arm wrapped around each one, 
maneuvered our trio into the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom.

	Daria pulled away when we entered the bedroom.  "Doesn't it seem like this 
is going a little too fast?  I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but we've 
only known you for two or three days.  And... and I can't think straight when 
you're around."

	"Well, I didn't mean to... no, that's not right.  I suppose I am 
pressuring you a bit here, but that's just because I do really want to do this.  
What would you like to do?"

	"I want to do this too, but I know it doesn't make any sense.  Did you 
slip us roofies or something?"

	"Daria!  Frank wouldn't do that... would you?"

	"No, I wouldn't.  I actually don't know much about roofies except that 
they mess up your memory, which is the exact opposite of what I want to happen.  
Daria, as I understand it, you're still a virgin.  What I want to happen is for 
you to have such an amazing night that you can tell your children and 
grandchildren about it as an example of one of the best nights of your life.  I 
don't want you to discover what an orgasm during sex is like, I want you to 
discover what it's like to orgasm so much you lose consciousness.
	"But what I don't want is for you to do this because I'm pressuring you 
to." 

	I considered my options for a moment.

	"Tell you what, Daria.  I will leave the room for a few minutes.  You and 
Jane discuss this.  I want you to consider that maybe you're having second 
thoughts because you're afraid, emotionally and physically.  All I can do is 
assure you that I will do my best to never hurt you either way... well, except 
for the whole hymen thing.  I'm told that hurts a bit at first, but I promise to 
be gentle.  
	"I'll be outside in the hall when you're ready."

	I exited the room but my shirt was already off by that point, so I handed 
it to Jane as I left.  I tried to eavesdrop via Alpha, but the girls were 
whispering.  From the snatches of conversation I caught, Jane was on my side and 
Daria was wavering.

	Finally, the door opened and Jane gestured me inside.

	Jane said, "Okay, this is our plan.  You and me start out.  Daria stays 
and joins in later if she wants to.  Is that okay?"

	"Sounds good to me, but before we start, let me offer one more argument to 
Daria."  

	I went to her and gave her as intense a kiss as I could muster without 
tongues or groping.  After a minute, I released her, and she sat limply on the 
bed.

	"Now, Jane.  Come here..."  I took her face in my hands, leaned down 
slightly and we started a soul-searing kiss punctuated with dueling tongues.  I 
let my hands roam, eventually settling on her ass, which was eminently 
squeezable.  Apparently mine was too, if Jane's similarly exploring hands were 
any indication.
	I broke off the kiss and spoke to her quietly.  "I like to start nights 
like this with some cunnilingus, so if you have no objection... " I picked her 
up and tossed her onto my extra large bed.  
	I kicked off my shoes, removed my pants and crawled after her, clad only 
in my boxers.  "I think you're wearing entirely too much clothing, and I think I 
should rectify that situation."
	Jane was panting and seemed to have been struck dumb.  Her hands moved to 
her pants, but I caught them, gave them each a kiss and set them aside.  "That's 
my job right now.  You're my present that I need to unwrap."

	I took my time.  I started with her shoes and socks, giving each big toe a 
suckle.  I avoided caressing the feet in case of ticklishness, instead focusing 
on the calves.  When I finished with her feet, I unsnapped her jeans and worked 
them down and off her legs, keeping my eyes locked to hers the whole time.

	I crawled back up her body and pulled her t-shirt off, taking the 
opportunity to lick her ear and suck on her neck a little.  While I was kissing 
and licking her randomly about her upper body, I unsnapped her bra after minimal 
fumbling and exposed those lovely creamy handfuls.

	"These deserve a great deal of attention, but at the moment, I'm hungry."  
I slid her panties off in a single motion and pulled her legs apart.
	But before settling down to my task, I looked over at Daria, who was 
staring with silent, wide-eyed fascination.  "Feel free to move around for a 
better view. If I have my way, you're next."
	I started to move down to feast, but had another thought.  Looking back at 
Daria, I suggested, "Daria, I have a better idea.  Sit next to Jane and hold her 
hand.  Let me know how hard she squeezes."

	Astonishingly, she did so.  I think she was letting go, falling under my 
spell.

	"Oh, and you're welcome to masturbate, but don't take off any clothes. 
You're my present for later."

	Jane was completely shaved.  Actually, I didn't remember if she would grow 
pubic hair or not.

	Regardless, I went down on her with enthusiasm.  Her juices were bland, 
like Kasumi was in the beginning, but her reactions were enthusiastic.  She came 
immediately, getting release from all the build-up, but I kept going and so did 
she.  She tried to climb to the ceiling, using her feet on my back as purchase, 
and apparently wanted to take my head with her for the climb.

	When I added my fingers to the fun, digging one, then two, then three into 
her pussy, sawing in and out, she started squirting juices into my face and 
mouth. I ate her for about 15 minutes and I think she came half a dozen times 
before I stopped.  Either she was a much more sexual creature than we saw on TV, 
or she was really wound up from the two days of teasing.

	As Jane started to settle back down onto the bed, I looked up at the two 
best friends to see Daria whipping her right hand out of her pants while her 
left hand was still clutched by Jane.

	Daria was turning red with embarrassment.  "It's okay, Daria.  How many 
times do you think she came?"

	"Seven.  Or maybe eight.  I couldn't tell with one of... what are you 
doing?"

	I took her right hand and licked her fingers, which were wet with her 
juices. "I'm cleaning you up so you can play with yourself more."  I licked her 
fingers clean, keeping my eyes on her face the entire time.

	Once she was clean, I kissed each finger and placed the hand gently on her 
waist.  Then I turned back to Jane, who had been languidly watching our 
interplay.

	"Jane, are you ready for actual fucking?"

	"I'm still conscious, aren't I?  You gotta fuck me til I pass out."

	"No promises, but I'll be happy to try.  How would you like to start?"

	"You pick."

	"Doggy style, then.  It lets me thrust in deeper.  Are you on the pill?"

	"No, not yet."

	I removed my boxers, letting my hard-on spring into view.  I pulled a box 
of condoms out from my bedside table and removed one from the foil packaging.  
Unlike with Kasumi, who I was trying to draw into being an interactive sex 
partner, I didn't make Jane put the condom on herself.  

	Hopefully my quickie with Kasumi this morning would let me last longer, 
but at the same time, I wasn't seriously worried about not being able to get it 
up again.

	Jane was on her hands and knees, looking back at me.  Daria was sitting 
next to her, but was no longer holding Jane's hand.

	I moved up behind Jane and swiped my dick up and and down her pussy slit a 
few times, then slowly pushed inside her.  She felt as tight as a virgin, which 
was technically accurate, hymen or no.

	I went slowly, pulling out, then pushing back in a bit further, working my 
way inside of her hot wetness.  When I was finally all the way inside of her, I 
leaned forward and cupped her breasts.

	She was muttering quietly which turned into a chant as I started moving in 
and out, "So full... is good... fuck... fuck... fuck..."

	I started with a deliberately slowly increasing pace, taking my time.  
Once she felt stretched enough that I wasn't going to hurt her, I started 
picking up the pace.

	I couldn't easily keep hold of her tits while pistoning like this, so I 
straightened up moving one hand to her hip and reached under with the other to 
her pussy.  I could feel her pubis push down a bit with each thrust as I played 
with her clit.

	After 20 minutes or so, I felt occasional spasms within her cunt, but no 
great clutching.  I think she was building up, but not actually coming like she 
did when I was eating her.

	"Daria, put your hand here," I said, indicating the area between her cunt 
and belly button.  You can feel me fucking your best friend from the outside."

	Daria didn't rush to obey, but her hand moved close enough that I could 
take it in mine and guide it to where it needed to be.  I held it there, feeling 
Janes lower belly being pressed out slightly in a line with each thrust.

	"Daria, Jane is getting hotter and hotter, but I don't think she's come 
yet... and I think you can help her.  You see, in this position, I don't rub 
against her clit properly.  You can help your friend climax if you just rub her 
clit for her.  Would you do that for Jane?"

	"Yeah, Daria," Jane grunted, "help me out."

	Daria seemed like she was in a daze.  She didn't say anything, but moved 
her hand down a few inches to the crest of Jane's pussy lips.  I could feel her 
hand brushing against my cock with each thrust forward.

	"Now rub it... in a circle... back and forth... do what... feels good... 
for you.  Jane... that's Daria... touching your clit...  Daria wants you to 
come."

	I pinched Jane's nipple hard with one hand while I pushed Daria's fingers 
against her clit.

	And Jane came, gushing fluids all over Daria's hand and my cock, her pussy 
walls clamping down on me. 

	The scene and sensations pushed me over the edge too and I filled the 
condom with my sperm.

	After I regained my senses, I noticed that Jane had mostly collapsed on 
the bed.

	"Jane?"

	Daria answered, "I don't think she's unconscious, but she does look kinda 
out of it."

	I extricated myself from Jane carefully and laid her down on her side.  I 
removed the condom, tied it off and dropped if off the side of the bed.

	"So, Daria... may I ravish you?"

	"Ravish me?"

	"I can't promise that you'll come as much as Jane, but I can promise to 
try my best to make you."

	She didn't answer, her eyes kept looking away, then back at me, then away.  
I think the level of hormones and lust coursing through her body were just too 
foreign an experience for her.  She needed to feel release or she'd never 
acclimate.  Or so I believed.

	Naked with an erection that had only partially flagged, I crawled across 
Jane to Daria.  She looked a little like a mouse too scared to run, poor little 
thing. She was no great beauty, and probably never would be.  Not that she was 
physically unattractive.  Far from it, her face and skin were smooth, with 
strong cheeks and eyes that were normally bright and inquisitive, hidden beneath 
her glasses.  Her hair, with only minor attention, could become gorgeous.  Her 
body was young and thin and perfect, hidden beneath normally drab, shapeless 
clothing.

	I sat next to her and took her in my arms.  "Don't be afraid.  I'm going 
to give you experiences you only dreamed about before, and Jane, your sister in 
every way that matters, will be here to share it."

	We kissed for 5 or 10 minutes before she lost the tenseness that held her 
body taught like a bowstring.  I moved on to explore her body with my hands, 
moving slowly, trying to keep the tension from restarting.  I played with her 
hair and massaged her scalp.  I drew imaginary patterns on her back.  I moved to 
her front and cupped her breasts through her shirt and bra.

	I finally broke off kissing and moved us both to an upright kneeling 
position, facing each other.  Her tension returned as I pulled her shirt up and 
over her head.  I spent another 5 minutes or so easing the tension away as I 
kissed and caressed her upper body.

	It was like this throughout the whole process of stripping her.  Every 
piece of clothing I took off made her body lock up to one degree or another.  
And every time, I soothed and caressed and kissed her nervousness away.  From 
our first kiss, it took about half an hour to get her completely naked.

	I laid her naked body next to Jane, who had been watching quietly for most 
of this process.  I took Daria's hand and placed it in Jane's for safe keeping.

	Now some may argue that it is repetitious and boring to keep using the 
same method every time I fuck a new girl.  Lick her cunt, then fuck her.  I do 
it for a few different reasons.  One, it give me time to make sure I'm fully 
erect.  Two, I enjoy giving pleasure.  And three, it will probably give the 
woman a very good memory of our first time together, thus making it more likely 
that she'd come back to me again later.

	Wow, I really do like enumerating lists.  I should really stop doing that.

	Number three there isn't as big a deal with my artificial harem, but I 
still wanted them to have good experiences and memories.

	So I started licking Daria's pussy.  On a purely esthetic level, her's was 
a bit more closed off.  First, she had normal pubic hair.  It wasn't a forest 
down there, but it was fully grown.  I decided to give her a bikini trim myself 
at some later time and denude the lips themselves.

	The hair itself was very soft and downy.  And as an odd note, probably due 
to her newborn status, not a single hair came free as I licked.  They were all 
strongly rooted in the skin.

	If I decided to shave her completely, her pubic lips would give her a 
prepubescent appearance.  Her cunt was completely folded over itself, looking 
like a hairy coin purse.  As I began to delve within, moisture became evident, 
but the inner lips were revealed to be tiny.  At least her pussy felt like it 
was a normal size to my questing tongue.

	I varied my methods down there: gentle licking and stroking... digging 
deep with my tongue... sucking on the clit to draw it out... and finally delving 
into the pussy with my fingers while my tongue and lips played with her 
clitoris.  This last method seemed to be her favorite and she came.

	She lacked the gushing, acrobatic climbing that I had experienced with 
Jane, but giving her an orgasm like this seemed more of an accomplishment.  I 
was prouder of this one orgasm than I had been of Jane's half a dozen.

	I continued to lick and stroke her evenly for a minute, not wanting to let 
her come down completely.

	"Jane, could you grab me a condom?"  Jane had to twist and stretch a bit, 
because Daria wasn't letting go of her hand, but a moment later I had my condom.  
Looking at Daria's strong grip on Jane, I discarded my notion to have Jane put 
the condom on my renewed hard-on.

	I removed myself from Daria's crotch and rolled the condom on as quickly 
as possible.  Grabbing a pillow, I lifted Daria's buttocks and stuffed the 
pillow under her to lift her hips.  Even though she wasn't a gusher like Jane, 
Daria easily provided enough lubrication as I rubbed my dick up and down her 
pussy lips.

	"Are you ready?"  Daria gave a brief nod and closed her eyes.  She hadn't 
spoken in at least half an hour. 

	But as I started inserting my nine-inch cock into her pussy, Daria let 
loose with an "Oh God!" and thrust back up at me violently.  I usually like to 
take it slow, especially with virgins, but Daria had me four inches deep on that 
first thrust.  I think it even broke her hymen, since I didn't feel it as I 
continued working my way inside.

	One of Daria's hands continued to grip Jane's and the other moved to her 
clit where she furiously masturbated while her hips thrust up to meet me.

	For my first dozen strokes, I think she came with each one and by the end, 
I was battering her cervix with my dick.

	After only a minute or two of thrusting, she collapsed, eyes closed, body 
completely limp.

	Myself, I was probably still a few minutes away from coming.  I continued 
to slowly saw in and out, but I didn't want to come inside a sleeping woman.  
Jane was stroking her face and whispering into her ear.  To keep myself 
occupied, I played with her nipples, which felt like little dark diamonds poking 
out of her soft warm flesh.

	After three or four minutes of this, Daria seemed to come around.  She 
opened her eyes and looked around uncomprehendingly.  When she finally seemed to 
remember what happened and noticed that I was still inside her, she immediately 
seemed to jump back into high gear.

	Her legs leaped up behind me and pulled me tight into her crotch, while at 
the same time she thrust her right hand back down to her clit, forcing her 
fingers between our bodies to play with it.

	Her legs let me pull back enough to thrust in and out, but I'm sure there 
was no way she was letting me go.  I honestly couldn't pick out any orgasms, but 
there was no doubt she was having the time of her life.

	About 10 minutes into this frenzy, I came, which seemed to frustrate 
Daria. She wanted more and my member was starting to lose some of its hardness.  
She wasn't letting me loose, her legs trying to force me back into a pumping 
motion. My erections don't immediately go soft after I come, but I was going to 
need a little recovery time before I could continue.

	"Jane!  Give me your hand."

	She looked confused but she complied.  I thrust her hand down to join 
Daria's and she understood.  Jane's hand on her clit was enough to push her over 
the top and Daria came massively again, once again collapsing into semi-
consciousness.

	"Wow. Thank you, Jane.  I was afraid I'd be trapped," I said as I 
extricated myself from Daria.
	"I should be up for another round, but I need a few minutes to recover.  I 
disposed of the condom and arranged us so that Jane and I were cuddling on 
either side of Daria, both of us playing with Daria and each other while we 
waited for Daria to come around again.

	Instead of waking up, Daria started softly snoring.

	Jane said, "I think Daria is out of it for the night, but I'm good for one 
more go if you are."

	We carefully extricated ourselves and tucked Daria under the covers.

	Jane and I went off to the other side of the bed for a thoroughly pleasant 
missionary fuck.  

	While I would have preferred to be the meat in the sandwich, Daria 
probably needed the support and attention more, so we cuddled up on either side 
of her and went to sleep.

* * * * *

	I woke up first and debated whether or not I should leave the girls to 
wake up together.  Daria might well freeze up upon finding herself in bed with 
me, but she wouldn't do so with Jane.  On the other hand, it would be 
insensitive to leave her alone the morning after her first time with a man.

	In the end, my inner debates didn't matter.  Maybe I had been moving 
around a bit without quite realizing it or maybe it was coincidence, but while I 
was trying to decide what to do, Jane rolled over with an outstretched arm, 
whacking both Daria and myself, with the unexpected contact waking herself in 
the process too.

	"Aaah!"

	"Wha?"

	"Good morning, you two.  How are you doing this morning?"

	Jane said, "Great, but I think I'll be walking bow-legged for a week.   
How about you, Daria?  You were a real tiger last night when you finally got 
into it."

	"I was not.  And how am I supposed to feel anyway?  Sore, I guess."

	"Well, everyone's different," I mused, "but ideally, you enjoyed last 
night as a very memorable personal experience and want to spend more time with 
me and repeat the experience many times over."

	"I... well, maybe.  It was just kinda... intense."

	"Intense?  Daria, you came so much you passed out," Jane said while 
patting her cheek affectionately.  "I almost did too.  I don't think I've ever 
had that much fun in bed before."

	"I'm just a slut now, I guess.  It just doesn't feel like that was me.  
It's like I was someone else."

	I jumped back in.  "I vote that it was an updated version of Daria which 
you can choose to re-activate any time you want to."  No response other than a 
mild look of disbelief.

	So, either not a jokeable subject yet or my joke just sucked... or both.  
Time for another insightful mini-lecture that the TV series loved so much.

	"Daria, you are naturally a very reserved person.  But when you were able 
to give that up for a while last night and let yourself go, I think we had a 
great experience and a lot of fun.  I know I had a great time with both of you.  
You can choose to continue to avoid those experiences and shut yourself off, or 
you can choose to occasionally let go like last night and have lots of orgasms."

	"Orgasms should not be the driving purpose of one's life."

	"Of course not, but they can enhance the life and relationships that you 
do have."  Here I leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder.

	Maybe I should just avoid these conversations this early in the morning.  
It's not like I'm even an expert at these heart-to-hearts to begin with.

	"Well, I am going to go shower and get dressed.  I'll let you and Jane 
talk for a bit if you want to.  But before I go, let me remind you that you 
two..." I took Jane's hand in mine.  "As best friends who trust each other..."  
I lifted the sheets and moved our hands underneath.  "Each of you was able to 
help give the other an earth-shattering orgasm last night."  I put Jane's hand 
over Daria's pussy and pressed down.

	"Hey!"

	"Cut it out!"  Jane snatched her hand back.

	I grinned and got out of bed, unashamedly naked.  "I'm just offering the 
possibility that there's more to your friendship than you might expect.  I don't 
think either of you would have had as many orgasms or orgasms that were that 
good if you hadn't been there together.  Daria, you especially probably couldn't 
have relaxed enough to enjoy it if Jane hadn't been there."

	And I went into the bathroom.  I left the door cracked open in case they 
wanted to visit or talk more, but focused on my shaving, teeth brushing and 
showering.  They were gone from the bedroom by the time I came out to get 
dressed.


	Downstairs, I found Kasumi sitting in the kitchen, going through her 
cooking notebook.

	I leaned in from behind and kissed her cheek.  "Good morning, Kasumi.  How 
was the class last night?"

	"Good morning, Frank.  The class was very good.  We made Jambalaya and 
Poor Boy sandwiches and gave them to a homeless shelter."

	"I think they're called Po'boys, if I remember my Nawlin's dialect 
correctly."

	She smiled at me.  Her smile still warms me every time.

	"So how was your night with the girls?  I came home early enough to hear 
some... activity... in your room."

	"It was very nice.  Jane is very enthusiastic.  Daria was very reluctant, 
but we won her over.  She... Once she let her guard down, I think she had a 
great evening."

	"That's nice, I'm happy for her."

	And that was Kasumi.  Whatever worries she might have for herself or her 
future, she would always be happy for her friends and family.

	I had breakfast and spent a few hours down in the lab, going through 
possible implementations of superpowers with Alpha.  When I emerged around noon, 
I found Kasumi and Jane sorting through her art supplies.

	"Hey, Frank, good timing.  I was thinking of setting up a corner of the 
garage for painting and stuff.  We'd have to keep one of the cars outside, but 
it'd be a lot easier to clean up and I wouldn't mess up your house."

	"Sound good to me.  What do we need to do first?"

	It took about an hour to get everything set up, including draping some 
sheets over a line to protect the other cars from paint splatter.  We talked as 
we worked.

	"So how are you doing?"

	"Eh, still sore.  Felt like I was a virgin last night.  I think Kasumi 
here is your best bet for fun tonight."

	"Oh, look at that, Jane.  Isn't Kasumi beautiful when she blushes?"  I 
went over to Kasumi and gave her a kiss and reassuring hug.  And an ass groping 
that left her blushing even more.

	"Yeah, if I do go bi-, Kasumi will be near the top of my list."

	"If?  IF?  Kasumi, pardon me for a moment, but Jane come here."  She came 
over and I took her hand.  "How can you see this lovely face and hair... this 
beautiful bosom... this gorgeous ass... and these wonderful legs... and not be 
attracted to her, whatever your gender may happen to be?" 

	Throughout my comments, I guided Jane's hand through a tour of Kasumi's 
features.  Neither lady resisted my attentions, and I think Jane even added some 
light squeezing.  I really wanted to see if either or both of them were getting 
wet, but I didn't want to push it quite so far so fast.

	I gave Jane's hand a kiss before I returned it to her.

	"Kasumi is not very aggressive, but I think she's open to new 
experiences."  I took Kasumi's bright red face in my hands and directed her gaze 
to Jane.
	"Kasumi, I'm not going to place your hands on Jane this time, because I 
don't want your hair to catch on fire from the heat of your blush, but I want 
you to look at her.  Isn't Jane a beautiful young lady?  Look... intense blue 
eyes, gorgeous skin, energetic, a creative mind, and a beautiful body under 
those clothes, I promise.  If Jane crept into your bed some night... or OUR 
bed... you wouldn't chase her away, would you?"

	"Frank-sama, you shouldn't say such things."

	To Jane, I said, "See, that wasn't a 'no'."  I kissed Kasumi again and let 
her go.

	Leaving that conversation, I picked up more supplies and started out to 
the garage, leaving them both blushing and vibrating with tension.  They had 
started moving again by the time I returned.

	"So Jane, how is Daria doing?"

	"She's okay.  You should really talk to her yourself, if she's willing to 
talk. She might just clam up on you."

	"That's what I'm afraid of.  I know she enjoyed last night, but... this 
morning... I don't know."

	"I know what you mean, but I'm not going to talk about the sordid details 
of her life behind her back."

	"Sordid details?  Can I tell her you used that phrase?"

	"Of course, I always want credit when people quote me!  I think she'll 
probably be fine in a couple days."

	"How are things between the two of you?"

	"You mean about what you said this morning?"

	"Well, more like what happened last night, but yes."

	"We haven't talked about it."

	"Too bad.  Still, all things in time, huh?"


	Jane was out in the garage, contemplating her first canvas and Kasumi was 
mixing up her own personal creole seasoning when I sought out Daria, finding 
her, of course, in the library.

	"Hey Daria."

	*grunt*

	"Can we talk for a few minutes?"

	"Don't know what we'd talk about."

	"Well, mainly about you and me."  I sat down in the chair next to her.

	"What about us?  We fucked, that's all."

	"But that's not all.  And from my point of view, it was a lot more than 
just a fuck.  I'd like to think I made love to a beautiful young woman who I'd 
like to get to know better."

	"How much better can you know me?  You were inside me, I enjoyed it, end 
of story."

	"Nope, just the end of Chapter One.  As long as you don't close the book, 
there's a lot more of the story left."

	"A crappy story."

	"A great story, if the first chapter is anything to go by."

	"Oh, so now my life is porno book."

	"Daria, do you think I just sleep with any woman I come across?  I've 
slept with a grand total of 6 women in my life and three of them are in this 
house today. I'm not a gigolo.  I don't sleep around."

	"You just admitted that you've slept with all three women in this house!  
How is that not sleeping around?"

	Well, either some of her programming was failing or her strong sense of 
self and will were fighting back.  She theoretically should be accepting of a 
harem-like atmosphere.  Hopefully, in the battle between her programming and 
individuality, the programming would be unchanged and she herself would slowly 
adapt to accept it, but without losing the Daria I loved in the process.

	"Well, if you mean, am I faithful to just one woman, you are absolutely 
correct.  But am I faithless?  Absolutely not.  I'm not going to abandon any of 
you.  I have no plans to cheat on any of you.  If anything, I want to spend more 
time with each of you and get to know you better.

	"I realize that it's not a normally accepted social mores, but I believe 
that I can truly love and be with more than just one person.  I can't say that I 
love you yet because I haven't known you for very long, but I do feel a very 
strong attraction and I want to spend more time with you... and Jane.  And I 
hope you feel the same way about me."

	"So you're trying to convince me that you're not a rich horndog."

	"Well, not JUST a rich horndog.  Yes, I like having sex, but only with the 
people I care about."

	"So it's okay that we had sex because maybe you might like me someday?"

	I sighed.  Time for a different approach.

	"Okay, humor me for a moment here.  Think about last night objectively. 
First, did you... did WE have fun last night?"

	She sulked for a minute, but eventually muttered, "yes."

	I gently took one of her hands in mine.  "Absolutely yes.  I think we had 
an amazing time, both of us.  Second, did I in any way force you to do anything 
against your will?  No knee-jerk responses, I want you to think about it."

	"No, probably not."

	"Probably?  No, the answer is, not in the slightest.  Yes, you weren't 
eager to begin with, but you were interested enough to stay.  Third, did I in 
any way treat you as if you weren't a beautiful porcelain princess who was to be 
treated with the utmost respect and care?"

	She laughed.  "Okay, okay.  You were pretty decent... for a guy determined 
to get into our pants."

	"Well, maybe I should have waited a while longer, in which case, my 
mistake. But I think the end result would have been the same.  Plus Jane really 
didn't want to wait and I was and still am adamant that your friendship is 
sacrosanct."

	She snorted.  "Jane can be a little horndog too sometimes."

	"And if Jane and I had gotten together without you, don't you think your 
friendship might have suffered?"

	"Okay, okay, so you're Ghandi with a big penis."

	"I'd prefer someone more thrilling, like Sir Francis Drake or General 
Eisenhower?"

	"Eisenhower?"

	"Yeah, he had to be a politician and diplomat with allied countries at the 
same time he was running the biggest war in history.  A diplomatic tough-guy."

	"Okay, so you're General Eisenhower with a big dick."

	"So would you be willing to go out with Eisenhower with a big dick again?  
Tomorrow night?"

	"Just us or with Jane?"

	"Now that the three of us have 'broken the ice' so to speak, we can do it 
either way.  Actually, why don't you talk with Jane and decide between the two 
of you?"


	And that's how we started dating.  I would go out with each one of them 
solo at least once a week and both of them together at least once a week.  Most 
nights, we would end up in bed, but not every night.  They were careful not to 
shut out Kasumi, and there were nights when I escorted all three of them out for 
a night on the town, followed by an enthusiastic and exhausting night in bed.

	Daria continued to be reserved in public, but once we were in a bedroom, 
she'd act quickly to get my dick in her pussy.  She let me shave her lower lips 
occasionally, but cunnilingus was generally limited to foreplay to wind her up.  
And as long as she was wound up first, she often orgasmed til she passed out 
each time.  After a couple weeks of sleeping together, she even started bringing 
the Kama Sutra to bed so we could experiment with different positions.

	Jane was something of a wildcat.  She would feel me up in public and 
parade me around showing a huge crotch bulge.  She had no problem finding a 
quiet corner, dropping her panties and stuffing my meat up inside her pressure 
cooker.  She was the first woman I had anal sex with and it was at her 
suggestion.  About a month after her 'arrival' she had each nipple pierced and 
three piercings added to her pussy, one ring in each outer lip, one through her 
clit hood.

	I made sure to have at least one special night out with Kasumi each week 
by herself.  She was still a quiet, clean, thoughtful lover and was the first to 
successfully deep-throat me.  And she was still the one who was most fun to have 
ambush sex with... to just grab her as she was walking by, rush her to a couch 
or bed and ravish her.  She always came easily and seemed to always be ready for 
sexual attention, even though she never instigated it.


	Three and a half weeks after their arrival, I had Jane start on a series 
of nude portraits of the ladies.  I had decided that one of the bedrooms should 
have a display of all the ladies of the house.

	Jane brought in a full length mirror and started with her own self-
portrait. She chased me out any time I tried to enter the garage during this 
period, but it only took her three days.  I think she was inspired.  (I wish I 
had a camera or audio pickup in the garage, but I hadn't thought about it when I 
had the house wired.)

	She wouldn't let me see any of the portraits until all three were 
finished. Daria came next and their time together ended up awakening Daria's bi-
sexual programming.

	Jane had definitely been exploring her own bi-feelings during our group 
sessions, often helping the other ladies climax, pinching their nipples and 
rubbing their clits.  But she hadn't gone so far as to kiss them or do anything 
with them when they were alone.

	She later recounted part of the garage happenings to me to get me excited 
for a fuck.

	Daria was, of course, embarrassed at the thought of a nude portrait, so 
Jane was stripped down herself to try to help put her at ease.

	After trying out a few poses, Jane had tried to relax Daria by reminding 
her of specific instances in bed, caressing her as she spoke.  This had let to 
retaliatory nipple pinches from Daria, which led to mock wrestling, which led to 
serious kissing.

	It had caught Daria mostly off-guard, though I suspected Jane may have 
intentionally set things in motion with that result in mind.  Regardless, they  
fooled around on the canvas-covered concrete floor through one orgasm each, then 
followed it up by sleeping together in the same bed that night.  (I was out with 
Kasumi that night, visiting a very nice Dallas restaurant she had wanted to 
sample.)

	The next evening was an orgy night.  We had a nice dinner, watched a movie 
in the entertainment room, then retired to my bedroom.  I started off with 
Daria, a little pussy licking to get her wet, then we started fucking.

	Jane tapped Kasumi on the shoulder as they both observed our coupling.  
"Hey, Kasumi, I'd like to try something new with you while we watch.  Is that 
okay?"

	"Certainly, Jane-chan.  What would you like to do?"

	And Jane kissed her.  She let it lengthen, then deepen, obviously 
exploring her mouth.  Kasumi was obviously surprised, but acquiescent.  She 
started kissing back after only a moment.

	I noticed and pointed it out to Daria.  We slowed our fucking to watch as 
Jane ran her hands under Kasumi's dress and started pulling it off.

	I looked down at Daria.  She rarely smiled and was having difficulty 
hiding a grin.  "You knew, didn't you?  You knew Jane was going to do this, 
huh?"  I leaned down and kissed her hard, then pounded her even harder than 
normal.

	Meanwhile, Kasumi and Jane were both mostly naked and Jane seemed intent 
on devouring Kasumi whole.

	A few minutes later, Daria was fading in and out of consciousness and 
Jane's tongue was deep in Kasumi's pussy.

	I laid down flat on the bed next to Daria, my seed slowly seeping out of 
her pussy but my erection was still hard, flopping up and down.

	"Ladies, I think I need someone to sit on my dick and someone to sit on my 
mouth.  Any volunteers?"

	Jane tried to pick up Kasumi bodily and guided her over to settle her down 
on my cock.  Then, facing Kasumi, she plopped her pussy over my mouth.  She 
reached out to pull Kasumi in for a kiss and pinch her nipples while I got work 
with my tongue.

	That was a truly exciting night, the first time my plans really felt like 
they were coming together properly.  I fucked the girls one after the other til 
2 am that night, finally collapsing on Kasumi and just barely rolling off of her 
before falling asleep.

	I slept in the next morning til 8am, when I was awakened by Daria, of all 
people, giving me a blowjob with Jane coaching her.

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