The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Twenty-one

�So that was the end?� Sherri asked.

I sheepishly shrugged.� �Yeah.� We went back to the motel and spent the rest of the evening in each other�s arms.� We had sex in the morning and dallied as long as we could.� Our original plan was to go visit the Canyon again, but in the end, we didn�t make it.� Spending the time together was more important.�

Sherri gave a knowing smile and nodded.� �So what happened when you dropped Tina off at her parents�?�

�We spent a long time saying goodbye.�� I sighed with the memories.� �While we hugged, she fought back tears and they got a little contagious.�� I looked at Sherri, who still smiled benevolently at me.� �We only pulled apart when her dad came out onto the porch, crossing his arms.� I drove back to Tucson and continued getting ready to move.�

�Did you two talk about what was going to happen to your relationship?�

I shook my head.� Then I let out a long, slow sigh.� I stared out into space, not really focusing or thinking.� It was a better question than I wanted to admit.

�That�s probably the thing I regret the most,� I finally said.� �I was too afraid of hurting her to actually say �We�re breaking up� or �I assume we�ll both date other people now.��� I started to tremble a little.� �Instead, I let myself believe that she already understood that, or she wouldn�t have been crying.�

Sherri reached over and took my hand.� Her touch steadied me.

�So did you?� Date other people?�

I shook my head.� �That summer, I was too busy settling into this apartment, and getting used to the new job and the new city.� I barely had time to do anything else.�� I looked up at Sherri and realized my breathing was returning to normal.� �I did talk to Sharon regularly, still, and Tina and I wrote letters, but mostly I was just really working hard.�

Sherri tilted her head.� �So were you thinking about Tina? �Or thinking about dating someone new?�

I snorted.� �I wasn�t thinking about women at all.� Except as� you know, part of my fantasies.�

Sherri looked skeptical, almost frowning at me in disbelief.

�It�s not like I did anything about it,� I said.� �I wasn�t even sending stories to Sharon, since I didn�t know if my new employer monitored my usenet access or not.� I didn�t even have a chance to do anything about my fantasies until Allen�s bachelor party�.�

Sherri raised her eyebrows.

�I suppose I should tell you about it�.�

* * *

The heat blasted me the moment I stepped off the plane in Las Cruces.� True, it was a dry heat, unlike the swamp I was adapting to in DC, but it still made me long for permanent personal air conditioning.� More surprising, it triggered thoughts of Tucson, which skittered through my mind at odd moments.� Things like the d�cor and the views out the window looked almost familiar, though I�d never seen them before.

My disorientation continued as I approached the rental car counter.� I�d never had enough money to rent a car before.� Of course, I�d also never had the need.� But I knew no one in Las Cruces other than Allen and Jenna and it would have been silly to have them schlep me around.

I chuckled.� It wasn�t like they hadn�t already done a lot for me.� Allen had arranged my hotel room and taken care of the tuxes.� A local friend of his had planned the bachelor party.� All I had to do was show up and, eventually, stand up with Allen.

That, too, felt surreal.� I�d watched him on the prowl too much to imagine him saying �I do� forever.� Then again, considering how he�d been with both Sharon and Jenna, maybe it wasn�t so strange.� Despite how hard he�d partied, and despite how hard he�d chased the ladies when he was single, he�d been devoutly monogamous once he was in a relationship.

He still liked to have fun, though.� I remembered our conversation in Hooters, now a year and a half ago, when he�d talked about dating.

Which meant we�d probably have fun at the bachelor party later that night.� I wondered just how far it would go�.

* * *

I paused and looked at Sherri.� �Have you ever worked a bachelor party?�

She grimaced.� �A couple. When I first started escorting.� I don�t like them and I won�t do them anymore.�

�Why not?�

She sighed.� �They get out of hand too easily.� There�s too many guys, and they�re inevitably drunk.� And they�re egging each other on to do things they really shouldn�t do.�

�Yeah.�� I nodded, remembering.� �I�ve heard of weddings that got called off because of what happened at the bachelor party.�

�Exactly,� she said with a firm nod.� �And sometimes it�s the other guests that break their marriage vows.�

�But wait a second,� I said, �don�t you have married clients?�

Sherri pulled back.� �Yes,� she said, guarded.

�So what makes a party different?�

�Well, for one, there are witnesses.�

I snorted.

�For two, a lot of these guys wouldn�t do it if they weren�t drunk and being egged on.� With a single client, I can talk to him first, and find out if having sex with me is really what he wants.�

�Why wouldn�t he?� I asked, my eyes drifting down to her still bare breasts.� I could still taste her juices on my lip.

�Because what he really wants is something else.� Someone to listen, without nagging him. Someone he doesn�t have to try to impress or please.� Who will let him be the center of attention for once.� There are a lot of reasons.�

�So, do you still sleep with them?�

Sherri just looked at me for a moment, her tongue slightly parting her lips, as if savoring the words that were about to come out.

�If I think it will serve both him and his wife, yes.�

I paused, and ran that sentence back through my brain.� �Serve?�

�Yes.�

�You�re going to have to explain.�

�I will,� she said, �but not now.� I�m going to have to go soon, and you should tell me about Allen�s bachelor party first.�

�You�re going to have to go?�

Sherri smiled, and gave a small nod.� �I do have other commitments.�

I sighed.� �But we�ll be able to get together again?�

She nodded.� �We�ll discuss it after you tell me about the bachelor party.�

�Okay.�

* * *

I had no trouble finding the hotel.� After checking in and calling Allen, I met him at his place so we could go pick up the tuxes.� My pants were too long when I tried them on�apparently they�d gotten a number written down wrong when I�d phoned my measurements in.� They said they�d fix it quickly, but that left Allen and me hanging out with nothing to do.� After I while, I turned to him.

�So,� I said, �what�s the plan for tonight?�

�Andy�s rented a suite at the hotel you�re staying at.� We�re going to drink beer and play poker until the strippers arrive.�

�Strippers?� Plural?�

Allen grinned.� �Yeah.� They�re supposed to do a lesbian show too.�

I raised my eyebrows.� �And this is legal?�

�I�m not stupid enough to ask.� It�s Andy�s problem if it�s not.�

�It�s yours if it gets us busted.�

Allen chuckled and shook his head.� �Who�s gonna bust us?�

�Granted,� I said.� �No one�s going to talk.�

�Not that it really matters,� he said.� �I already told Jenna what was going to happen.�

I raised an eyebrow and looked him a question.

Allen shrugged.� �Better than getting in trouble later.�

I had to agree with that, but before I could comment, the sales clerk returned with my newly hemmed pants.

Afterward, we headed back to Allen and Jenna�s.� We hung out there with me trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, as Jenna and her mom fussed over last minute details and arrangements.� Finally, Andy called and said we should come over to the hotel.

Andy greeted us at the door to the suite and promptly shoved a can of� beer into each of our hands.� �All right!� he called.� With his dark, shoulder -length hair sticking in all directions, he looked like he�d either just gotten up or already been partying.

�Easy, bud,� Allen said.� �Plenty of time to party tonight.�� He still opened the beer and took a swig.� I just hung onto mine until I found a corner where I could discreetly leave it.� I knew I should have brought some wine, for me, even if none of the other guys wanted any.

We hung out and talked while we waited for the other guys to arrive.� Andy was a few years younger than us, and had met Allen through a mountain biking group.� Single, he made a lot of jokes about Allen taking on the �ball and chain,� to which Allen just rolled his eyes.� Andy also appeared to be a strip club aficionado and told a couple of stories of picking strippers up for �private after-hours shows, if you know what I mean.��

Yeah, I thought.� We know what you mean.� You�re going nudge nudge, wink wink.� Without the subtlety of nudge nudge, wink wink.

Fortunately, the other guys arrived before Andy�d finished his second beer.� There were about ten of us in all when we headed out for dinner.

Once we�d returned, Andy and a couple of the guys set up a card table in the main room of the suite.� The beer started flowing again, but there were Cokes as well, so I didn�t have to keep holding a beer can.� Once the table was ready, the poker chips and cards magically appeared.

We played for low stakes; nickel, dime, quarter, with a maximum two dollar raise.� The dealer called the game, and way too many of the guys kept declaring variants like Baseball or Indian Poker.� We weren�t playing poker so much as throwing money and cards around the table.

Then, around ten, we heard a hard knock on �the door.�

Andy checked his watch and grinned, wide-eyed.� �Our entertainment has arrived,� he announced.

A couple of the guys clapped and Allen smiled.� Andy bounded for the door, while the rest of us picked up the cards and chips.� Moments later, two women, a brunette and a blonde cloaked in shapeless coats, walked in, waved quickly to us, and then disappeared into the suite�s bedroom.

�Let�s get this place cleared while they get ready,� Andy said.

We moved the table to one side and arranged the chairs in a circle, turning the center of the main room into an informal stage.� After slipping briefly into the bedroom for a consultation, Andy returned with a cassette tape which he slid into a boom box he�d produced from somewhere.� Meanwhile, the rest of us found chairs and perches for our drinks around the perimeter.� The door opened an inch and a hand poked out, the index finger pointing at Andy.� He pushed the play button on the tape deck.

Alice in Chain�s Man in the Box throbbed from the speakers.� As the bass guitar ground through its riffs, the bedroom door opened the rest of the way.� The brunette, and then the blonde, strode out, wearing bikinis and heels.

They strutted around the circle, stopping for just a second in front of every guy to either turn, undulate, or shake their tits at him.� Given how big those breasts were, I was sure the girls had no qualms about silicone.� They also had no qualms about makeup, with their eyes almost rimmed in black with thick eyeliner and their lips painted deep, deep candy red.

When they�d completed the circuit, the girls moved to the middle of the circle, where they struck poses, turned, and struck poses again.� It was too stationary and off the music�s rhythm to call dancing.� The brunette looked a question at Andy, who pointed at Allen.� She tapped the blonde on the shoulder and they turned to face the groom.

�I�m Fawn,� the brunette said, �and this is Giselle.� And we�re going to rock your world!�

A bunch of the guys cheered, and then the girls strutted over to Allen, stopping a foot in front of him.

�C�mon, big boy,� Fawn said.

Allen rolled his eyes, but didn�t resist when the girls pulled him to his feet and brought him to the center of the room.� The started undulating and moving side to side, slowly shifting around him as he stood still.� After repeated encouragement, he started moving as well, though much closer to the beat.� Then Giselle stepped in front of him, turned around, and ground back into him.� Allen didn�t have a chance to resist her ass pushing into his crotch, because Fawn stepped up behind him and ground her own crotch into his ass.� They�d formed a three person conga line of dirty dancing.

Then Fawn reached down and grabbed Allen�s arms, raising his hands up and in front of their line.� Giselle took over from Fawn and grabbed Allen�s hands, pulling them to her breasts.� She then held them there, not letting him pull away.

�Oh, Baby,� she growled as she used Allen�s hands to fondle herself.

The girls released Allen for just long enough to turn around and do the same trick, forcing him to fondle Fawn�s tits.� Allen just rolled his eyes.� When they released him, he tried to slide back to his chair.

�Not so quick, big boy,� Fawn commanded.� She pointed to the floor.� �Kneel.�

The other guys started laughing and, nervously, I joined in.� Allen dropped to his knees, which put his head just below Fawn�s breasts.� She swayed back and forth in front of him, shaking them as if they were a martini needing mixing.� Meanwhile, Giselle slipped behind her and unhooked her top.� Fawn shrugged her shoulders, letting the bikini bra slide off and drop to the floor.� She continued to shake her tits at Allen, pushing them closer to his face and then pulling back.

Giselle mimed drinking from a can to Andy, who pointed at Allen�s beer.� She retrieved it and stood to Fawn�s side as the music shifted to Motley Crue�s Girls, Girls, Girls.� More pounding heavy metal at a volume too loud to ignore but not loud enough to lose myself in.

�Ready for some nipple beer?� Giselle asked Allen.

He smiled.� �Sure.�

Fawn thrust out her chest and Giselle tilted the beer can above one of Fawn�s breasts.

�Open� your mouth,� Giselle told Allen, who complied.� Then she slowly poured the beer out.� It ran in a small rivulet down across Fawn�s nipple, and then dropped into Allen�s mouth a few inches below.� She stopped pouring long enough to let him swallow.

�I think you need more,� Fawn declared, taking the bottle from Giselle.� Fawn held the bottle over her other nipple, and, when Allen was ready, started a second stream running across her flesh and then past his lips.

Giselle whipped off her top, revealing very large areolae.� Maybe they were real, I mused.� She took the beer bottle back.

�Might as well do them all,� she said, nudging Fawn aside.

Allen snorted and opened his mouth.

While Giselle was administering Allen�s next two nipple beers, making sure he got an ample stream from each breast, Fawn turned to the rest of us.

�Five bucks for anyone else,� she said.

Guys started reaching for their wallets.� After a minute, I realized I was the only one who wasn�t, and fumbled for my own cash.

Giselle released Allen to his chair and then the two girls worked the room, having each guy kneel down to receive his shot.� When Fawn got to me, I was surprised at how close her nipple really was to my lips�almost within reach, really.� I leaned in an inch and she pulled back an inch, grinning.� I sat back, and she moved closer.� Apparently three inches was the designated nipple beer distance.� I swallowed my mouthful of beer quickly, barely tasting it.

After they�d finished their rounds, the girls started dancing in front of Allen again.� They posed and postured and turned, shaking their boobs and their asses in his face.� Giselle broke away to put their wads of cash in her bag while Fawn picked up Allen�s beer can again.

�You know what comes after nipple beer?� she asked, sliding the can across her areolae, the cold making the nipple harden.

Allen shook his head.

Giselle stood beyond Fawn and grabbed the strings of Fawn�s bikini bottom.� �Bush Beer!�� With the roar of the room as accompaniment, she yanked it down, exposing Fawn completely to us all.

I leaned to the side for a better look, while Fawn pulled Allen into the center of the room once again and Giselle stripped off her own g-string.� Both had shaved their pubes into the ubiquitous racing stripe, but not recently, as the stubble still showed.� That didn�t stop them from straddling Allen�s head, once they�d pushed him to his back on the floor, holding their pussies about a foot away from his face.

I was fascinated.� I was disgusted.� No woman had ever been so aggressive with me, and here were two at the same time.� Yet these two� it was too brazen, too crass.

That didn�t stop the other guys from laughing and joking and getting more and more into it.� The music switched to Def Leppard�s Pour Some Sugar on Me and Andy started passing out new beers to the guys who�d drained theirs.� He also dashed to the bathroom and returned with a towel.� I followed his sight to Allen, whose face was now covered with beer.� Fawn hadn�t poured just a trickle onto her mound, but let loose a small river.

Giselle turned to the rest of us.� �Ten dollars!�

Most of the guys started reaching for their wallets again.� Allen finished toweling off and returned to his chair. �He shot me a sheepish look and then leaned back.� Andy pressed another beer into his hand before Giselle pulled Andy to the floor and straddled him for a bush beer.

When the last of the interested guys had returned to his feet and accepted the towel now being passed around, Fawn retrieved a gym bag from the bedroom.� She stood next to Giselle, who swayed not quite on the beat, and looked at Allen.

�I believe you wanted a lesbian show,� she said loudly.

Allen snorted, smiled, and nodded.

Fawn reached into the bag.� �Well, why don�t we start with this!�

She held up a floppy, two-headed dildo.� Andy and two other guys cheered and started clapping.� The girls dropped to the floor, spread their legs facing each other, and put the toy between them.� As Giselle began lining one head up with her slit, Fawn gestured to Allen and then the rest of us.

�C�mon,� she said, �get closer so you can see better.�

Oh gawd.� On the one hand, I really wanted to see this.� The stories I�d read had my imagination on fire.� On the other hand, it was already far less than I�d ever expected.� Curiosity got the better of me, though, and I joined the other guys in a standing circle around the girls.

Each of them used a little lube from a bottle that appeared from the gym bag, and then inserted the dildo between her lower lips.� Loudly, calling �ooh!� and �ahh!�, they edged forward until the dildo had disappeared completely within their pussies.� When their mounds touched, Fawn grabbed Giselle by the scruff of her neck, pulled her forward, and stuck her tongue in the blonde�s mouth.

The guys cheered.� Except for Allen.� He just maintained a plastic smile as the antics continued.

The girls kissed for a while.� Then they pulled apart, tossed the dildo into the bag, and slid onto their sides.� �Sixty-nine!� Fawn called, before they lapped at each other a little.� Giselle raised one leg straight up so that we guys could see that Fawn really was tonguing her slit.

The music shifted to Warrant�s Cherry Pie.� The girls shifted and twisted so every part of the circle could get an eyeful at some point.� As they did so, a lot of the guys moved around too, to keep whichever gynecological view entranced them most.� The circle got ragged, and then broke up when Allen returned to his chair.� When most of the guys had returned to their seats, the girls disengaged from each other and returned to their feet.� They targeted Allen almost immediately.� Sashaying over to him, they straddled his knees.

Fawn cupped her breasts and tilted her head, leering at Allen.� �Did you like?�

�Yeah,� he said.

�Good,� she purred.� �Then you�ll like this.�

She stepped forward and shoved her breasts in Allen�s face, his head disappearing in her cleavage.� When she pulled back, Giselle did the same thing.� Then they pulled back from smothering Allen with their breasts.� Giselle continued to dance in front of him, leaning in and shaking her tits while running her fingers lightly up Allen�s arm.� Fawn turned to face the rest of us.

�Now,� she announced, �we�re going to take the groom into the bedroom for a more �private� celebration.�

The room erupted in raucous cheers.� Andy pumped his fist a few times in the air, and several of the other guys laughed and shouted out obscene suggestions of what Allen should do with the girls.

�No.�

Giselle pulled back and I realized it was Allen that had spoken.� Fawn turned to face Allen.

�No?� she asked, eyes wide.� �No one says no to us.�

�I�m saying no,� Allen said.� �This has been fun, but I�m not going in there.�

Giselle put her hands on her hips and stuck her lower lip out in a mock pout.� Fawn stepped closer to him, and then cupped her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and kneading them.

�You sure?� she asked.� �When you can play with these?�

�Oh, just go for it!� Andy called.� More cheers and catcalls followed, but much more muted and shorter lasting.

Allen and Fawn continued to stare at each other.� Then she shrugged and turned.

�Who�s the best man?� she asked.

Laughing, Andy and some of the other guys pointed at me.� Fawn and Giselle sashayed over, stopping inches away.� Giselle ran her fingers through her hair and Fawn cupped her breasts again.� Then they both leaned in and shook their tits in my face.

�So,� Fawn asked, in a voice loud enough for the entire room to hear, �are you man enough to fuck us both?�

I gulped.� The din of the other guys faded and all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.

* * *

Sherri�s chuckle was almost unsavory, as she smirked and shook her head.

�What?� I asked.� �What�d I say?�

�I�m just appreciating the irony,� she said.� �You�re offered your biggest fantasy with two women you�re not at all attracted to.�

�Yeah.�

�Also, I really do have to leave now, but I want to hear what happened next.�

I smirked.� �Well, maybe you should stay a little longer.�

She shook her head.� �I can�t.� I really do need to go.�

�Well, when can we get together?�

Sherri stared off into space for a moment, and I could almost see the gears whirring.� �Tuesday evening,� she said.� �For a couple of hours.�

�I can fix dinner.�

She grinned.� �That would be great.�

�Good.�

She stood up.� She�d gotten partially dressed while I�d been telling my story and now she slipped on her shoes.� Placing her hands on her hips, she looked at me, and cocked her head.

�So,� she asked, � are you going to tell me what happened?�

I grinned.� �Tuesday,� I said.� �If I have to wait two days to see you again, you have to wait two days to hear the rest.�

Sherri�s eyes flickered with amusement and then she nodded.� �Okay.� Walk me to the door?�

�Of course.�

This time, when we got to the door, I didn�t wait for Sherri to make a move.� I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.� It was a quick kiss, almost chaste, and she returned it before pulling back.

�See you Tuesday,� she said just before she disappeared down the stairs.

Monday was a blur.� When I arrived home, I spread my cookbooks out, scanning recipe after recipe.� I should have asked Sherri what she liked, I realized.� It would have helped me find just the right menu to impress her.

That thought brought me up short.� Why was I trying to impress her?

It wasn�t so I could seduce her.� Yes, I wanted to have sex with her, but I could have that for the asking.� Or at least for two hundred bucks.

It wasn�t entirely so she�d help me.� Yeah, I was starting to sense that she probably could, but she was right.� Just telling the story helped immensely and there were probably a lot of people I could find who�d listen.� It was something more.

It was because I wanted her approval.

I wanted to be worthy of all the free time she was spending on me.� I wanted her to like my story�not just be listening because she felt obligated to.� Maybe that was why I was punching it up so much.� I wanted her to hold my hand out of interest in me, and not in a condescending, maternalistic way.

That was it, I realized.� Despite how much she listened, I could still sense the distance.� Sherri was still judging me.� In fact, sometimes she�d even made her judgments aloud.

�I paused and pushed the cookbooks aside.� What did it say about me, that I was trying to get a hooker�s approval?

I immediately chastised myself for thinking of Sherri as a �hooker.�� As long as I carried that thought, I was putting just as much distance between us as she was.� She obviously didn�t see me as just a client, or she�d be charging me.� How did she see me?

I tried to guess for a while, but in the end just shook my head.� I needed to know more before I could figure out why Sherri was doing what she was doing.

As for me� I glanced at the pile of cookbooks.� I�d left them opened to the most intricate and tasty recipes I knew.� Yeah, I wanted her approval.�

But I was trying too hard.

In the end, I settled for simple smoked salmon, dill, and caper pasta with store-bought bread and a side of saut�ed spinach.� It was easy, it was quick, and it wasn�t overboard.

And it impressed Sherri.� She arrived while I was still cooking, and stood in the kitchen, enjoying a glass of Chianti Classico while I finished pulling everything together.� We made small talk while I cooked, mostly about my job and about food, both what I�d cooked in the past and what I�d started to really get into.� She even told me a little about some of her favorite meals�the meals her mom had taken her to in the Dupont Circle or Adams Morgan neighborhoods with the women from her office and also the huge Thanksgivings that �Aunt� Kate and �Aunt� Norma used to host.� It took me a while to realize that the titles were honorifics.

�So they were just friends of the family?� I asked as we sat down to eat.

Sherri nodded.� �Long time friends of my mom�s.� They met when Mom was working on getting the Equal Rights Amendment passed.�

�Your mom�s in politics?� I asked.

Sherri smirked.� �She always has been.� Working for one organization or another.� Trying to save the world.�

�And you?�

Her smile faded.� �I�m not that idealistic anymore.�

I waited, but she didn�t go on.

�So,� she said, �you were going to finish telling me what you did after the two strippers propositioned you at the bachelor party.�

�I froze,� I admitted.� �I didn�t know what to do or what to say.� I just sat there with my mouth hanging open�.�

* * *

Fawn and Giselle were getting impatient. They continued to sway back and forth, caressing their own breasts and looking questions at me.� I was too frozen to move.

�Well, if he won�t, I will!�� Andy called out.

The women turned and, with their attention off of me, I regained control of my muscles.� I watched Andy strut over and cock his elbows out.� Fawn slipped her arm in his on the left, while Giselle did so on the right.� To the hoots and catcalls of the other guys, the threesome strutted into the suite�s bedroom and banged the door shut behind them.

�So what now?� one of the other guests asked.

�Hang out?� another answered.� �Maybe play some poker while we wait?�

�I want some better beer than this,� Allen announced.� He stood and reached into his pockets for his keys.� �I�m going to go get some.�

�Aw, but it�s your bachelor party,� one of the guys said.

Allen smiled.� �Yeah, but I need some fresh air anyway.� I�ll be back.�� He looked at me and then tossed me the keys.� �You�re sober,� he said.� �You drive.�

�Sure.�

A couple of the other guys protested a little, but two more were already reassembling the poker table.� They quit saying anything when Allen and I made it clear we were going anyway.� Several of them also kept glancing at the bedroom door.� I wondered what would happen when Andy and the women returned and found Allen gone.

We headed out to the parking lot and found Allen�s car.� I slid behind the wheel and adjusted the seat and mirrors.� �Where to?� I asked.

�Anywhere long enough for them to be gone when get back.�

�Oh.�

I pulled out of the parking lot and started heading for the highway.� We just could just drive for a while, until Allen didn�t want to go any further.� I glanced at the fuel gage�we had more than enough gas.

After about ten minutes, I broke the silence.� �So you didn�t want to do it with hookers,� I said neutrally.

Allen shook his head.� �It didn�t matter that they were hookers. Tthere�s not much difference between a hooker and a bar pickup.� I just didn�t want to cheat on Jenna.�

�There�s not a difference?�

He shook his head again.� �It�s sex with a stranger either way.� In one case, you spend a lot of money on drinks for her, in the other case you just give her the cash.�

�But what about disease?�

Allen turned and looked at me with disbelief.� �What about it?� You can�t assume anything with a stranger.� Maybe the woman in the bar�s fucked a hundred guys.� Maybe it�s the hooker�s first night.� You gotta take care of yourself either way, dude.�

I grimaced.� �Yeah.�

�The big difference,� he continued, �is that, with the hooker, you can�t pretend she�s doing it because she�s attracted to you.�

I snorted.� �Yeah, no kidding.� I think that�s why I froze when they offered to take me into the bedroom.� I knew they weren�t doing it because they liked me.�

�Good move,� he said.� �If you really want two women at once, there are better ways to do it.�

�There probably are.� I�ve just never had the opportunity before.�

Allen grinned at me and rolled his eyes.� �Ya gotta make the opportunities, bud.�

�Have you?�

He nodded, but didn�t go on.

We drove in silence for a while longer.� We were on I-25, and Los Cruces slowly faded into the rear view mirror.� I glanced at Allen a couple of times. He was lost in thought.

�Andy fucked up, didn�t he?� I finally asked.

�Yeah, the dude did.�

�You worried the story will get out?�

He shook his head.� �Nah.� If it does, it�ll only embarrass Andy.� Or maybe some of the other guys.� Jenna will be thrilled that I did the right thing.�

�You really love her, don�t you?�

�I really do.�

We didn�t speak much more for the rest of the drive.� After a while, Allen asked me to turn back.� When we returned to the hotel, the girls were gone and Andy lay passed out on the bed.� A few of the other guys had hung around, but the party had essentially broken up.� We said our goodnights and Allen returned home to Jenna while I crashed in my own room.

That night, I dreamed of Fawn and Giselle, riding that double dildo while they tossed their heads in ecstasy.� I dreamed of them both blowing me and then smothering me with their breasts.� The dream turned into a nightmare when the smothering became real�I awoke, gasping for breath.

The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch.� Even Allen�s soon-to-be mother-in-law was thrilled with how the wedding details all came together.� Jenna looked stunning in her gown, and she struggled through happy tears when it was her turn to repeat her vows.� Allen managed to remain more composed, but standing next to him, I could see the water in his eyes.� Their joy was contagious and I found myself grinning continuously, ear-to-ear.

There didn�t seem to be any fallout from the bachelor party. At the reception, Andy and the other guys joked and laughed and danced with Jenna�s single friends.� Not only were there no hints or innuendoed comments, but none of the guys looked guilty or even conspiratorial.� It was like there had been a collective decision to pretend the evening had never happened.

The only hint that it had came toward the end of the evening.� I was assigned the chore of loading all the presents into my car and taking them back to Allen and Jenna�s house.� Jenna�s mom had Allen�s house key and Jenna�s was in her car.� We slipped away to retrieve it.� Once at her car, Jenna paused before handing it to me.

�Allen told me about going driving with you the other night, instead of staying at the party,� she said.� �I want to thank you.�

�I didn�t do much,� I said, looking away, too uncomfortable to meet her eyes.

�Yes, yes you did.� You could have gone with those women�Allen told me they offered.� But you went with him.� Thank you.�

I shrugged it off.� �Sure.�� A door opened and the music from the reception wafted over to us.� I looked back at Jenna, who still smiled.� �We�d better head back.�

We rejoined the crowd and I put the memories of the bachelor party out of my mind.� It wasn�t until the flight home that I dragged them back out for examination.� I replayed both the memories of the party and the later conversation with Jenna.

I shook my head about the latter.� Jenna�s thanks had been for all the wrong reasons.� I hadn�t turned the women down for Allen�s sake.� I�d just frozen stiff�too shocked and stunned to be able to choose whether to fulfill one of my biggest fantasies with women I was repulsed by, or not.

Allen had been able to turn it down much more easily.� Yeah, I knew it was because he loved Jenna, but it didn�t hurt that he�d had a threesome before.� It wasn�t his first or last opportunity for one, like it would have been for me.

But while it was my first, it wasn�t necessarily my last, I realized.� What had Allen said?� �You�ve got to make your opportunities.�� This hadn�t been my bachelor party, after all, my last fling before marriage.� I still had time.

I thought a lot about Allen�s comment over the next couple of weeks.� Was there any way I could �make the opportunity� for a threesome?� Allen hadn�t said how he�d done it.� I doubted he�d done it while he was dating Jenna, and I knew he hadn�t done it while he�d been dating Sharon.� Knowing Allen, it probably had been a bar pick-up.

That wasn�t an option for me.� I just wasn�t good enough at picking up women to pull it off.� I could barely talk to one woman in a bar, much less two.� I�d have a better chance with women I knew.� But who did I know?

I quickly dismissed the thought of a threesome involving Sharon.� True, she owed me for the letter I�d forwarded to Allen, but I was sure �almost anything� didn�t stretch beyond posing for pictures.

Tina, on the other hand, might be a little more open to it.� She�d said she wanted to explore, after all, and we�d talked about my threesome fantasy.� She hadn�t objected to the taste of her juices when I kissed her after going down on her.� She was even comfortable with a lesbian roommate.

There were two problems with that, though.� First, Tina was in Arizona and I had no plans to go back.� Even bigger, I didn�t know who Tina would accept as the other woman.

I didn�t see any way around that second one.� The only two women she�d ever been comfortable enough to even discuss sex with were Marcy and Sharon.� Neither of them was going to do anything with me, and I doubted they�d do anything with Tina either.

Not seeing any solution, I let the thoughts slide from my consciousness.� I�d just have to wait until the next girlfriend, I supposed.� Maybe it�d happen then.� I didn�t know when I�d start dating again, though.

Meanwhile, I started to settle into a routine at work.� Life outside of work was still pretty boring.� I�d come home, fix myself dinner, and watch TV.� Once a week I�d call Sharon and Tina�s letters still arrived regularly.� On the weekends, I explored the Smithsonian and other parts of DC, but it was pretty lonely.� I resigned myself to it, figuring it would probably change once I�d been in town a while longer.

The really frustrating part was dealing with the celibacy.� I masturbated to the memories of what Tina and I had done and to copies of some of the stories I�d downloaded for Sharon.� I even got off a couple of times to the story she�d written for me.� Finally, one night in mid-October, horny and a little buzzed on a bottle of wine I�d opened for dinner, I got out the photographs.� Lying nude on my bed, I thumbed through the pictures of Tina and Sharon, flipping between them while I idly stroked myself.

It took me a few minutes before I noticed it.� I�d taken pictures of both Sharon and Tina in the exact same pose�facing away as they unhooked their bra straps.� Both were in black lingerie too.

I put the pictures side by side.� There were definite differences between the two women.� While both were brunettes, Sharon�s hair was browner and hung in waves, whereas Tina�s was black and straight.� Tina was thinner too, which actually highlighted Sharon�s curves by the contrast.� Both pictures were incredibly sexy, but side by side the women looked even sexier.

That�s when the bad idea hit me.

I was looking for an opportunity?� I could ask them to pose for me, together.

--Fin--

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