Mae was still asleep when they finished getting out of their shoes and coats. Bea took it a step further, stripping of everything but her panties and her bra once they got into the bedroom.

"Can I have one of those joints?" she asked.

"Yep," he replied, passing her the bag he'd liberated from his pocket.

Trent was staring at Mae, who was in the exact same position he'd last seen her in, breathing steadily, snoring just a little. He was trying to decide what the best way to wake her up was. He was also thinking 'holy shit, this is my girlfriend', and also wondering about what Ann had said. Did she really think Bea would be down for a relationship with him while he was dating Mae at the same time? It didn't seem like a real thing.

But he wouldn't worry about it. For today and tomorrow, he just wanted to hang out with Bea and try to make her and Mae happy.

"Oh my fucking God dude…" Bea said after fishing a lighter from the pocket of her discarded jeans and lighting up and taking a long pull. "That's...phew, yeah. Perfect. Oh wow. This is good shit. How much did you have to pay for it, I can chip in."

He chuckled awkwardly. "Ann asked for a meal and oral sex."

"Whoa, seriously?" He nodded. Bea grinned suddenly and walked up to him. "Well...you know, I can chip in. If you're gonna give her some oral, I can give you some." She lost her smile suddenly. "Although, uh...I've never actually done it before."

"Neither had Mae but she did okay," he replied. "Honestly, it's not that difficult, and I would really enjoy you sucking my dick."

She laughed. "Yeah, of course you would. Will you eat my pussy? I've never had that done before either and I hear it's so amazing."

"Yeah, definitely, I'll go down on you," he replied.

Bea smirked. "Mae's just lucky that I love her enough I don't try to take you from her."

"You know there is enough of me to go around," he said.

She giggled and blushed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged. "You can figure it out."

She crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Come on, let's wake her up. How has she not woken up yet!? I'm not even being quiet."

"No idea."

They walked over and sat down on the bed.

"Mae?" Bea murmured. "Wake up, Mae." She didn't respond. "God, what are you, in a coma? Mae!"

"Huh?!" Mae asked, opening her eyes. "Oh...Bea, I said you could take him," she said, yawning. "Is that...weed?"

"Mae I've already taken him and come back. It's been like an hour and a half."

"Wait!" she cried, sitting up, her eyes opening wide. "Do you mean-did you fuck!?"

"No," Bea said, laughing. "We didn't fuck, Mae."

"Oh good…" She fell onto her back and looked at Bea, then at Trent. "What time is it?" she asked finally.

"It's past two PM," Trent replied.

"Almost three, actually," Bea said. "And yes, we got weed."

"Is Selmers here?" Mae asked.

"No, but that's where we got it from. She's busy today. Bea has today and tomorrow off and she wants to spend it all with us," Trent said.

"Really!? Oh my God, are you gonna spend the night?!"

"Yes, Mae, I'm gonna spend the night, and I'm gonna fuck your boyfriend and you can watch, if you really want to."

"I really want to," Mae said. "But I gotta pee and brush my teeth and shower…"

"Go on," Trent said.

"I want a shower, too," Bea said. "And you'd better be clean if you expect me to put your dick in my mouth."

"I'm clean," he said. "I showered just before you got here."

"You're gonna suck dick, Bea!?" Mae asked.

"Mae, you get excited over the weirdest things. Yes, I'm gonna suck your boyfriend off. Or try to, anyway."

"Don't worry," Mae said, getting up, "it's super easy."

"Mae, oh my God, you're naked this time."

Mae looked down at herself, standing beside the bed. "I mean, so? I'm gonna see you naked, and unless you aren't interested in watching like I'm totally gonna fuck him after you're done with him. You should watch! It's like super hot!"

"I believe you, Mae. And whatever, fine, just go shower."

"Don't you dare start without me," Mae said, heading out of the room.

"We won't, I promise," Trent said.

"Good."

She headed into the bathroom. Bea bit down on her joint and then reached behind her. Unclasping her bra, she got it off and tossed it across the room. "Ah, God, that's better. Fucking hate bras...you really like them that much?" she asked, grinning when she saw that way Trent's eyes had become magnetized to her perky breasts.

"Yes," he replied. He shook his head, making himself focus, then got himself a joint and lit up. He sat down on the bed and Bea sat next to him. "So, if I recall, your only experience with sex is losing your virginity at...some camp?" he asked.

"Ugh, math camp. Yeah, it was...lame. I mean, I don't wanna get down on the guy. Even though he insisted it wasn't his first time, I'm pretty sure it was."

"What happened?"

"You know, nothing unusual. Went to math camp the summer before eleventh grade. Because I'm a fucking loser and I actually like math sorta. But I met a boy. He was about my age, and he was cute, kinda cocky, but he liked me. I decided I wanted to go after him, to see if I could. I started hitting on him, one thing led to another, we hooked up in someone's car. Even with a condom, he didn't last very long. That's all it really was: some making out in the back of a car and once behind some bleachers, and then sex in the back of a car that lasted less than a minute. He was embarrassed, I could tell, but I said it was fine. I was honestly willing to try again, but after that he just made excuses and avoided me and that was it...I figured it was something about me, something wrong with me."

"I'm sorry, Bea," he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her closer. She sighed and rested against him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"It's okay. It just...is. It's just what happened. After that, I was turned off of sex for awhile. And then I was just too busy and too sad." She sighed. "God, I'm glad I cried. If I hadn't, I'd be crying right now." She laughed and took another pull on the joint. "I can't believe I'm going to get laid...by my best friend's boyfriend...while she watches. That is some next level shit."

"I mean hey, think how I feel. I get to fuck my girlfriend's super hot best friend while she watches. Also...I don't have to pull out now, I think."

"Oh yeah? Wait, you busted in Mae? Has it been long enough?" she asked.

"...yeah."

"Yeah what? You hesitated."

"Let's just say her getting pregnant isn't a problem."

"Why?...oh man, is Mae infertile?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"You should ask her."

"Oh, shit. I...wow. That's intense," she muttered.

"She doesn't really seem to care," he replied after a moment, since the cat was basically out of the bag. He probably should've thought more on that one. "She was more worried that I would care."

"Do you care?" Bea asked.

"No. I don't want kids."

"What, ever?"

"No, probably not. I mean maybe I'll change my mind in a decade but I sure as hell don't now. With the state of the world? No, if anything I'd want to adopt, if I even wanted kids at all. Which I don't, and Mae doesn't seem to want them. So I think we're gonna be child-free."

"Same, honestly," Bea said. "Life is pain and none of us consented to birth. I'm not really onboard with all those 'I didn't ask to be born' assholes...but I'm also not comfortable adding anyone else to this nightmare."

"...you are goth," he said.

She laughed. "I'm just bitter and jaded and miserable...less miserable now, though." She took another long pull on the joint and then fell back onto the bed. "Dude, this is like...the life I wanted."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, except for college...I guess this is what I was kinda hoping my life would look like during the downtime."

"Fucking your best friend's boyfriend and getting stoned?"

She laughed. "Not exactly, but close enough. Really...I just wanted to hang out with people I like, people I trust, and just relax. And this is that."

The bathroom door opened up. "Bea! I left the shower running! You can use it!"

"Okay!"

She sat up, held the joint out, leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Be right back, cutie," she said, then got up and left. Trent watched her go, grinning stupidly. She was really having an effect on him. And apparently he was on her. When they'd first met, he didn't think she'd ever let her guard down, and yet she'd just done that, and also the crying and the breakdown before now. She must really like him. Mae came out as Bea headed into the bathroom. She was still naked, just holding a towel, trying to get her hair dry.

"That's better," she muttered. "Hey, so, if you're set on getting me a Longest Night present, could it be like a big fluffy white robe? Like something comfy? If not that's cool but people always suck with gift-giving in my experience. So I like to take the mystery out of it."

"Yeah, I can do that, Mae," he said.

"Cool! Can my gift to you be sex or something? Because I'm dead fucking broke, man."

He laughed. "Yes, Mae. That'd be great."

She grinned and tossed the towel aside, putting her hands on her hips. "Maybe I can engineer a full-on threesome with Selmers."

"If you can, that'd be awesome."

"Oh hey! Can I have one?" she asked, pointing at the joint he was holding.

"Yeah," he said, getting up and finding the bag. He passed it to her, then used Bea's lighter to light it. "Here you go."

"Thank you...was Selmers okay? You said you got it from her?"

"Yeah, she was...okay. Mostly. She's sorting some shit out. She said she'll hang out with us soon. She's gotta be worried about work...something I should probably be worrying about." He sighed.

"Let's just not worry today, or tomorrow! For Bea's sake," Mae suggested.

He laughed. "Yeah, that sounds good...speaking of not worrying, uh...can I bust in her? Now that, you know, we've done it?"

Mae smirked and poked him with her tail. "You really like doing that, huh?"

"I really do," he replied.

"Yeah, okay. Maybe that will be my present for our first Longest Night: I let you fuck my best friend raw and full on bust in her pussy."

"That is a completely acceptable present."

Mae puffed on her joint, coughed a few times, then puffed some more. "Will it be a problem if I become a pothead? Because like...this is actually helping my headache," she asked.

"I mean, if we're gonna be a couple, I think it'd be fair to have a conversation about that. I don't really feel like imposing anything on you, but also don't want you to go crazy and head down really unhealthy paths…" he replied.

"I'll try to be reasonable," she said. "But that's hard for me. Sometimes I get so fucking pissed. It's also helping with that, I've found. I don't get mad...I think Bea's finishing up. This is gonna be good. Take your clothes off!" She sat down in the chair against the wall, where she had when she'd watched him and Ann have sex.

Trent did as she said, stripping naked and laying down on the bed, excited and nervous in equal measures. The sex in the shower with Bea already seemed dreamlike and somehow insubstantial, as if it hadn't quite happened. It was the kind of memory that danced along the razor's edge between being real and having dreamed it, even though he knew it had. It felt unreal, and the close, frantic, steamy nature of the whole encounter only added to that sensation.

When Bea walked into the room, though, scrubbed and dried and clean, and completely naked, still smoking her joint, that dreamlike unreality began to return.

She looked like she'd stepped off of a poster or out of a porno.

"Holy crap, you are hot," Trent said.

"Yeah. Jeez, Bea. You're like crazy hot," Mae murmured, staring at her.

Bea laughed uncomfortably. "Thanks. You two look pretty good without your clothes on, too. Now, uh, Mae, I love you and all, but I'm gonna need you to be quiet while I do this. It's-I'm still getting used to the whole getting watched thing. This is only gonna be my third time, like...doing it. So...yeah?"

"Don't worry," Mae replied. "I got it. Quiet as hell. Starting now."

She sat back in the chair and made small shooing motions to the two of them.

"Thanks. Now, you…" Bea fixed her deep blue eyes on Trent. "Glad to see you're excited for this," she murmured, her gaze drifting down to his erection.

"Very," he replied.

She laughed softly and took another deep pull on the joint, then walked over to the nightstand where Trent had placed a small ashtray he'd found during all his cleaning. He had almost thrown it out, knowing that neither he nor Mae smoked, but then it occurred to him that they both intended to smoke weed every now and then, so he'd kept it. He'd stuck his own joint there, stubbing it out for the moment, and Bea did the same, then climbed into bed with him.

He could read anxiety in her expression and tense movements, and she could probably read something similar in his. Despite his experience, both before coming here and all the things that had happened since he'd met Mae, he still felt like an awkward, fumbling teenager. In a way, it helped that Bea was so inexperienced. If he could make Ann, who was freaking six years older than him and divorced, happy, then he probably was gonna do fine with Bea.

They settled together on the bed, for a moment just touching each other tentatively, slowly growing both more relaxed and bolder.

When they kissed, it was like a magnetic pulse running through his body. Pretty soon she was all over him, kissing him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth, running her hands over his body as he did the same to her. She was tight and fit and lean, a vision of athletic goth beauty. And she was eager, as eager as he was.

That was an especially good feeling, to be wanted so intensely by such an attractive woman.

As they kissed, Trent got her onto her back and started touch her clit, rubbing it slowly. She let out a loud moan as he pleasured her.

"Holy sh-oh my fucking God, dude. That's-uh! Oh that's so good!"

"And we haven't even gotten to the oral yet," Trent said.

"Fuck...hurry up with that, I want it."

"We have time. Trust me, it's better if you take your time," he said.

"Well-oh! You have more experience with this so...oh shit! Oh that's good!" She bucked her hips as he slipped a finger into her and began pleasuring her that way.

It didn't take much longer to make her orgasm, and when she had finished it, he got down between her strong, athletic thighs and set to work with his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, gripping the blankets as ate her. "Jesus hell that's-oh!" He could see as much as feel her writhing in pleasure as he licked her clit. He could hear heavy breathing and knew Mae was probably masturbating at this point.

He kept going until she had another orgasm, and then pulled back, letting her rest.

"Trent. Oh man. Holy shit. They weren't joking. All these girls I talked to, they said oral done right was like Heaven. Full on fucking Heaven. And it was. Oh wow. I can see why Mae and Selma like you so much," she said, panting, staring at the ceiling.

"Hopefully there's other reasons," Trent replied as he got up. He went to the bathroom and washed up, then returned to the bed and crawled onto it.

"You want me to suck you now?" she asked.

"I'd like that, yeah," he replied, grinning at her.

"All right. You earned it, man. Like I said: fucking MVP. But also like I said: I've never done this before."

"I'll tell you the same thing I told Mae," he replied as she got down between his legs. "The absolute unbreakable rule is: do not let your teeth touch anything. Otherwise, it's pretty simple: make your lips go over the head repeatedly. Also licking is good."

"Okay, simple enough," she said.

The sheer excitement from watching Bea, naked and flushed from her orgasms, laying on her stomach, taking his dick in her mouth, was stunning. She stared up at him with lust in her eyes as she began bobbing her head, careful of her teeth.

"Oh, Bea…" he groaned.

That seemed to encourage her. She began going faster, building the pleasure like waves. She kept going until he raised his hand. "Ah, wait, gonna cum, back off," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "I'll take a shot in the mouth."

"I appreciate that," he said, "but I really want to bust in your pussy, and if it were just you and me I could probably cum twice and be done, but Mae's going to want a shot at me after…"

"Okay, I get it," she said, getting up.

"So you are cool with me finishing in you?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. I mean...I'll admit, I'm scared," she replied, taking his spot and laying on her back and spreading her fit legs.

"We can stop if you want," Trent replied.

"No, I don't want to stop. And I don't mind you finishing in me, I'm just getting nervous, because so many things go wrong in my life. Just paranoid about the birth control. But whatever, I take it like religiously, and if worse comes to worse, I'll figure something out. Although if worse comes to worse, you're helping me figure something out...right?"

"Of course," he replied. "You let me do this and you're my friend."

She smiled. "Well, I appreciate that. Too many guys are happy to just duck out. But, uh, let's do this. I'm ready."

"Me too," he replied as he climbed on top of her. They spent a moment adjusting and then she reached down and, gripping him, helped guide him into her tight, slick opening. They both moaned as he entered her.

Sex with Bea was incredible.

He lost himself. In her deep blue eyes. In her fit, wiry body. In her panting, her moaning voice. Inside of her perfect pussy.

In their shared pleasure.

Trent lasted as long as he could, but it was so good, and so hot, so incredible with her, that it wasn't as long as he would have liked.

When he came, it was intense. He felt his whole body convulse as he started shooting his load into her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him suddenly.

"Oh yes, Trent," she moaned, squeezing him with her legs. "Do it inside me. Fill me up…"

"Argh, Bea!" he cried, overwhelmed by the insane pleasure of orgasming inside of her.

He cummed for ages, and filled her up like she was begging him to, and he felt unified with her in a new way.

After, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. "Sorry," he murmured as he caught his breath.

"What? For what?" she asked.

"I didn't last that long," he replied.

"Oh...really? I lost track of time. Like...that was so good, man. And you made me orgasm like twice beforehand, don't worry. Seriously. It was the best sex I've ever had. It was intense. And, uh, on that note, I can feel your stuff leaking out of me...I should shower again." She held a hand over her crotch and got up. "Don't start without me!"

"Hurry up!" Mae replied.

Trent looked over as she came closer and climbed onto the bed. "So, was it as hot as it was with me and Ann?"

"Dude...way hotter," she murmured. "I came twice. I was trying to be quiet. Like...dude. That shit was intimate. The way you were looking at each other…"

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

"No! I'm happy! Bea has been needing a guy like you to be nice to her and make her feel good for so long, and she's finally getting it!"

"...all right."

"But enough talk, have at you!" she shouted, jumping on him.