But many jokes had been going around about studying this Saturdy night because there was no movie. Actually, there was a movie, but the school had decided on a stupid documentary, instead of a feature film. A quiet, unannounced boycott of that piece of ‘entertainment’ had been organized, to express the desire that such an abomination not occur again. Refusing to go watch two hours about penguins was the cross we all felt we needed to bear… you know, for future generations.
“Excellent idea, Carla. How about 7:30?” suggested Beth. “In Alistair’s dorm, Britney won’t just drop in at the wrong moment. We need to talk this out.”
*
I actually had my Calc text out when they arrived. Beth just closed it and swept it away the moment they swung into my room after dinner. There would absolutely be no studying tonight. In that one small way, we were no different from anyone else.
I had spent a good half hour panicking when we first parted ways to clean up for dinner, then calmed down in the shower. I had confirmed in my mind that both of them were quite unreasonably, but most welcomely, fine with the mutual discoveries. My inner, self-justifying logic about the acceptability of keeping things secret between all of us had seemed to meet with agreement on the level of, ‘Well, duh. What else were you going to do?’
No guy ever had two better, more understanding buddies. And I mean that even aside from the sex.
But I was tired of being the blushing butt of all the, admittedly admiring, sexual humor I’d been getting since the spring began. I was going to snark back hard with these two girls tonight. After all, I’d had my tongue buried in both their twats enough that I should be able to joke back as much as I wanted to, and without embarrassment. Or at least, that is what my Male Instinct was telling me.
“So, about the Jenn and Poppy situation,” Beth began, without preamble.
“Really?” I asked. “You came over here to try to get me hooked up with them? Now?”
They looked at each other. “Uh, yeah,” Carla said, almost sheepishly. “We, uh, we discussed that if you, um, were spreading the love around beyond the group, it might make things less weird, if our own… activities ever get found out.”
“I’ve been trying independently to tease you into it for a while, for that very reason,” added Beth.
“Me too, I guess,” Carla agreed. “Still not sure why Britney has so much fun trying to get you to bang someone…”
They were sitting on either side of me on my dorm bed, the only place to sit in the room besides the uncomfortable desk chair. But they each suddenly grabbed one of my bony-ass thighs in a vice grip.
“You haven’t nailed Britney, too, have you?” Beth almost hissed.
“You have, haven’t you?” Carla gasped, for once not leaping to the right conclusion.
“I have not had sex with Britney!” I almost shouted, then winced, because the dorm walls might be brick, but they are still not renowned for their sound-proofing.
“Damn,” Carla complained. “That would simplify shit immensely if you had.”
“Simplify shit?” I growled. Time to be just little teasing in return, dammit. “Listen, you two. A big reason that I haven’t given in and chased either Jenn or Poppy is that, between school, and track, and… and fucking two other, gorgeous girls, I don’t have the time!”
They both collapsed in laughter. I just grinned. It felt good to give little back.
“Oh, Alistaire,” cooed Beth with sweet sarcasm. “Do we wear you out?”
I looked at her, as Carla laughed at me. “Not really,” I replied sanguinely. “I’ve got plenty left in the tank, just no time to use it all.”
They both wanted to shove and/or push me. And they both tried. But for once, I was ahead of things and was ready. As they grabbed me, I wrapped an arm around each and tried to immobilize them both. We flopped backward onto the mattress, both girls squealing a little. I hadn’t planned that, but I was more than happy with the result.
I grinned as they both struggled… not particularly hard, of course, or they could have easily escaped. I had an evil thought, one that would definitely even the embarrassment ledger quite a bit. The fact that the thought was Male Instinct Approved™ was a bonus.
“You know, there is a solution,” I drawled. “The three of us could… consolidate our activities. That would free me up some time to go bang Jenn or Poppy.”
I instantly lost my grip on both, as they both sat upright at the same time. They looked down at me, still lying on my back, each with matching smiles of outrage. I had to cover myself with my arms to protect myself for the rain of less-than-full strength blows they rained down on me.
When I sat up, Carla looked at Beth and laughed. “I think he is actually an alien pod-creature. I mean, we try to tease him about those girls, and he just straight up pivots to a threesome with us!”
“Alistair,” Beth said to me sweetly. “As far as I am concerned, you are a well-hung mega-stud that I am lucky to be fucking… but that ain’t gonna happen, you goof.” Carla just chuckled in agreement.
“Okay,” I said, finding that I was warming to the idea of this, in fact, happening, whatever their initial reactions. “So, no three-way action. But you two could take turns at the same time!” I blinked at them with innocent earnestness. “You guys have no idea what a seriously crazy turn-on being watched is, and, well, so is watching someone else.”