They mutually decided to ignore my last comment.
Carla just held out her hand and motioned, wordlessly demanding the details.
I gave the details to them. Fully.
As I wrapped up the story, I realized that they both were still hanging onto me in one way or another throughout the whole thing.
“Al,” said Beth slowly, momentarily forgetting my new shitty moniker, “I want to call bullshit so hard. And I would if I did not have enough, ahem, hard evidence to know you are telling the god-damned truth. You, sir, really are living a tale out of myth and legend.”
“Aww, shucks,” I said, trying to emulate my old shyness. “Thank you. And don’t forget,” I added, kissing her cheek softly, “you are one of those legends!”
Carla was sitting there, arms crossed at this. “That was the most obscenely conceited compliment in history,” she growled.
Beth seemed the tiniest bit flushed. “I know,” she said. “But it kinda worked.”
“You are a legend too, babe,” I said, and turned to her. At the last second, Carla twisted her head, turning my intended peck on the cheek into a full-on, if brief, liplock.
“It does work,” Carla sighed.
With the two of them so momentarily flustered, I felt this was an ideal time to return to the subject that, out of the blue, had become the center of my mental world. “So, my legends,” I said briskly, “about consolidating our activities together…”
Spoiler Alert: I had not, in fact, chosen an ideal time.
They both just laughed at me. I’ll admit, I probably looked a little crest-fallen. I really had gotten insanely spoiled lately.
“Tell you what, hot shot,” Beth said. “If you really want to have a “full threesome experience”, how about you bring me another guy to the table. Then we will talk about things.”
Uh, no.
Carla sniggered. “Why don’t you invite Ben, Alistaire? You guys know each other. It’ll be like old home week,” she suggested slyly. Beth started to laugh, when Carla added “And he is the only one of your friends Beth ever talks about…”
Was that a gleam I saw in Beth’s eyes, hidden in the outrage? Given the kind of guy I had always seen her date or hang out with, I’d have thought I already more than filled her Geek Quota. (Quite admirably, no doubt. Ahem.) But maybe I did not… Good luck, Ben.
However.
“Beth,” I said to her seriously. “There is no way on God’s Earth that I am going to make out with Ben Fucking Schmidt. Even if we were to do it right on top of your gorgeous naked body.”
Both the girls laughed uproariously at that.
At which point, the door opened (no one knocks at my school), and Ben Fucking Schmidt walked in.
“Hey, I thought I heard laughter,” he said, with a smile filled with naive interest. “What’s up tonight?”
We all three collapsed into laughter this time.
Now Ben was bewildered, and came fully into the room, closing the door. “I give. What the heck is so funny?”
We just kept laughing, and Ben started getting pissed.
Beth got control of herself first. “Sorry, Ben. I’m really sorry. We aren’t laughing at you. It’s just that it seems Alistaire has more secrets.”
“Beth!” I hissed in sudden horror. She wanted to tell Ben, of all people, that I was fucking them?!?
“Oh come on, guys,” Beth wheedled to both me and an equally horrified Carla. “Secrets are so much more fun when you share them. Alistaire, you’ve had the fun of the reveal. Please let me and Carla share in seeing someone learn about the Mary situation.” She looked at me and then displayed depths of manipulation I had never experienced. “We want to watch,” she said, with all the subtle innuendo I could imagine.
Carla didn’t miss that innuendo, and I certainly did not. I swallowed.
I was so relieved to hear that Beth meant telling the story about the twins and not about us that I just relaxed, instead of still stopping this like I should have.
“Wait,” said Ben, apparent comprehension dawning on his face. “You only just now told the girls about Mary?”
“Sit,” Beth said, indicating my office chair sternly.
Ben did. Like I used to (probably still do, actually), he usually did what pretty, assertive girls told him to, at least on the rare occasions when they told him to do anything.
“So, if you guys already know about her, what then?”
“What stinker here,” Carla said, jerking a thumb at me, “did not tell any of us was that Mary is an identical twin.”
“No…” Ben breathed, comprehension already dawning, though dimly.
The girls did not watch me tell the story. They told it themselves, in turns, barely letting me get an occasional word in edgewise.
Ben said not one more word for almost the entire story, all the way up until he just had to say, “And then they each watched!?! In turns?!?”
I’ll admit, I had wanted to keep this story secret so I could one day tell it myself, reveling in the reactions to my words. I also had kept it in reserve in case I ever needed an ego boost. I sure as hell didn’t need an ego boost at the moment, but I also sure as hell got one. Ben kept stealing looks at me of horrified worship.
And the girls told the tale in all the graphic detail that I had provided to them. To have these two girls talk to him in those explicit terms was further killing Ben. If he had not been wearing loose sweats and an untucked shirt, I was sure that we’d have all gotten almost as good an idea of his cock size as we had of mine. And while they were not pulling any kind of full-on sex kitten shit in the telling, they both (especially Beth, interestingly enough) did just enough subtle vamping to ensure that he had at least an echo of a taste of what I had recently been experiencing.
But at last they were done. Ben was barely able to stay on the chair.
“Now, Ben,” Carla said sternly. “We told that secret to you, and you alone. You can’t tell anyone without Alistair’s permission and presence. Understand?”
“Oh come on!” Ben protested, the injunction freeing his mind from its horny-ass fuge. “That is too fucking good a story. You gotta let me tell somebody!”
“Ben,” Carla repeated, warningly.
“Oh, Ben won’t tell a soul, will you Ben? Not even Adam. Not even Tres,” said Beth easily, uncoiling from my bed. She and Carla had both subtly put some distance between themselves and me as they told the story. No need to give Ben any other things to ponder. “Because Ben wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you dude?”
With that, Beth walked over and just fucking straddled Ben, sitting in his lap, facing him! Not close enough to press her groin against him or anything, but right on his god-damned lap. Jesus. Maybe Ben did have a chance with Beth. The idea could sure as hell be seen entering his mind right then.
I was dimly aware, though my amusement, that I was not actually jealous (much) at the thought of them. I guessed I wasn’t a total hypocrite. That actually surprised me a little, but gratified me more.
“No,” Ben gulped, his hands clearly not knowing what the fuck to do with themselves. “I’ll never tell a soul,” he continued, through a dry throat.
“Good,” cooed Beth, sliding a fraction forward on his lap and wrapping her arms slowly around his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes silently. Then her voice changed and hardened. She stood up from his lap and coldly turned her back to him and walked back to where she had come from. “Because if Ben does tell anyone, I will tell every girl in school that I blew him, but it was too easy because he is so small.”