Author's Note: This is a sequel to Sweet Amoris Ball. I've posted the first chapter of this before finishing that one, so I'll try to make it so that it is not necessary to read the other story first. There may be a few spoilers to Sweet Amoris Ball, though so be warned.

Other Warnings: This story is rated M for a reason. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with natural bodily functions and the mechanics of pleasure between multiple adults, nobody is forcing you to read this.

I'm also skipping over the first time/virgin stuff. I've written enough of that already, and I think that first times are overrated anyway.

Oh, and this first chapter has some religious material that may be offensive to some people. Anyway, on to the story!

Chapter 1: Discovery

"Kari, you won't believe it!" Rosalya, my metamour, came bouncing up to me as I was waiting in line at the university dining commons. The other students in line grumbled about her trying to cut, but Rosalya had already eaten. I knew that she always ate at her apartment with Lysander and Leigh, but nobody else here did.

I stepped out of line and let the other students pass. The line would probably be gone by the time I finished talking to Rosalya, anyway. "So, what won't I believe?"

"There's a swing party right here in-"

I put my hand over Rosalya's mouth and backed her up against the far wall. "Quiet! You remember what Lysander said about your reputation." Rosalya was a gorgeous girl with long white hair and alluring amber eyes, but she had a habit of being forgetful and bursting out with the most intimate information in public spaces. Thankfully, her most intimate friends also accepted her for who she was and watched out for her. I could also lose myself at times, so we really had to watch out for each other.

Rosalya nodded, and I released her. She continued in a rapid whisper. "Sorry. I just looked into it, and they hold parties every Saturday night."

"Who do you mean by 'they?'"

"It's Lawrence or something and his wife Sherry or Shelly or… I forgot their names, but they host these parties in a really big house with music and a hot tub. They let people run around naked, even. They have like a million mattresses, and they put condoms within easy reach of each one." Rosa told me more about what she could remember regarding the facilities. It sounded like heaven to me.

"Holy cow! You say this was right here in our own back yard all along?"

"Yeah. Since 1960 something. Apparently they stuck with it all these years."

I squealed, took her hands in mine, and jumped up and down. Rosalya jumped with me. "Do… you… know… what… this… means?" I asked between jumps.

"What?"

"My… mom… lied… The… free… love… move… ment… did… not… die." I stopped and crushed Rosalya in a big hug. Then, forgetting that my classmates were watching, I gave her a smooch on the lips.

Rosalya and I were both into guys, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she kissed me back. She didn't try to stick her tongue down my throat like most guys do, but she drew my hips against hers and licked the corner of my mouth when she was done.

Just then, a young woman with long, straight blond hair approached us. "Excuse me, but have you heard about Jesus Christ's love?"

Rosalya smirked at me. She knew that I was raised Catholic, and what was about to transpire between me and the evangelist.

I turned to face the blonde, and Rosalya stood close behind me. "Oh yeah. Jesus is amazing. His love for us is eternal and unconditional," I said.

"Yes, but He also warned about straying too far from the straight and narrow path. You must repent for your sins if you want to get into heaven," the blonde explained.

"I know. I pray to Jesus every night. After all, He is the gate. John 10:9."

Rosalya stifled a giggle by pressing her mouth into my shoulder.

The evangelist looked confused. "Are you aware that the Bible condemns homosexual behavior? Leviticus 20:13"

This time, I pretended to be confused. "Yes, but why are you mentioning it now?"

"I… I saw you and your, um, partner, um…"

"My partner? Oh, this is my neighbor. Well, technically she lives a few blocks away from me, but you know what I mean. We're all neighbors, and Jesus said that loving your neighbor as yourself is the most important commandment, equal to loving God. Mark 12:29-31."

Rosalya gripped my arm to keep from shaking as she tried not to laugh.

"But… but you can't kiss someone of the same gender."

"Why not? In Jesus' time, people of the same gender kissed each other all the time. Ruth 1:9. 1 Peter 5:14. Jesus even kissed his disciples. So, would you like a kiss?"

The blonde backed away. "I… maybe some other time. I have to get to class. Bye!" She turned and sprinted away.

Rosalya collapsed on the grass outside the dining hall, crying with laughter. I fell and rolled with her for a few minutes before our giggles subsided.

"Oh shit! I'm late to class. Gotta run, Kari." She kissed me on the cheek and dashed away.

Lunch was almost over now, but there was still plenty of time to grab food because the line was gone. I pulled myself together and strode into the dining commons. All that excitement had made me hungry.

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