Trent ended up naked with Mae and Ann in bed within ten minutes.
The experience was surreal and wonderful. He made out with both of them, his hands going everywhere over their bodies. They took turns pleasuring each other. He made Ann orgasm with his fingers, and then she got onto her hands and knees in between Mae's thick thighs.
"Oh man, I'm so excited, and nervous. I've never been eaten by a girl before," Mae said.
"It's gonna be fucking awesome, I can promise you that," Ann replied.
"Can I fuck you?" Trent asked, getting behind her and running his hands over her big ass.
"You'd better," she replied.
Mae moaned loudly as she started licking her clit.
Trent took her command to heart and got inside of her. Grabbing her hips, he started fucking her. She let out a loud moan of her own as he pumped into her. He felt deliriously aroused. He was actually having a threesome. With both of his girlfriends. At the same time. Completely unprotected. It didn't feel real.
In the end, he felt bad, because he didn't last all that long.
He fucked Ann until he lost control and started cumming inside of her. This was shortly before she got Mae off, who had such a loud orgasm that he was almost sure someone was going to call the cops or at least come investigate.
"OH ANN! OH MY GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! HOLY SHIT!" she screamed, her body jerking as she orgasmed hard.
When he was finished, he pulled out.
"Here, uh, I gotta get inside Mae or I'm gonna lose my hard-on," he said.
"Oh yeah, you came twice now," Ann said as she moved out of the way.
"You ready babe?" Trent asked.
"Do me, do me so hard," Mae moaned, spreading her legs wider, still occasionally trembling as the orgasm sent aftershocks through her body.
Trent fucked her hard, and they both ended up orgasming a second time.
He stared into her eyes as they both came back down.
"I love you," Mae whispered.
"I really, really like you, Mae," he replied.
She smiled. "Good." She kissed him.
They enjoyed a long kiss together, then she gently pushed him away. "Need some air, dude."
"Yeah," he replied, rolling off of her and onto his back, both of them panting.
"Wow...don't think I've ever seen that particular bridge gapped like that before," Ann said, staring at the two of them.
"What?" Trent asked, his head spinning.
"The L-bomb. Normally both people say it to each other or it's like a big problem."
"I know that I love him," Mae said, patting his arm. "He's on his way. He'll get it sorted out eventually."
"That's very understanding of you," Ann said.
"I can be understanding," Mae replied.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"No, it's okay…" She sat up suddenly and grinned. "I don't think I could be mad at you, Selma. Like, ever. You're so nice."
Ann laughed. "Well...hopefully not. But we're probably gonna be together for awhile, and I'm sure I'll bug you sooner or later."
"I hope not."
"We'll all bug each other," Trent said, "but we'll figure it out. Mmm...now what?"
"Shower and then dinner?" Trent suggested.
"Hell yes," Ann replied.
"This feels weird," Ann murmured.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Trent replied. "But we'll just have to get used to it."
She laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess so. Such a burden."
They were sitting together on the couch in the living room, cuddling beneath a blanket wearing not a whole lot. It had been a fun night. After the sex, they'd showered and eaten and spent hours talking about a lot of things. Mostly simple stuff: games, books, movies, songs. Funny things about Gregg or Bea that Mae remembered. After that, they'd hung out in the same room, doing their own thing. Ann started reading Johnny the Homicidal Maniac again, while Mae kept playing The Suffering, and Trent went back to work on his fan fiction for her.
While he was making dinner, she'd burned through several chapters of it, and he knew he'd have to write faster to keep up.
Eventually, Mae had become too tired to keep up with them, and had gone off to bed.
"Can I be, uh, honest with you for a moment?" Ann asked. "Ugh, that sounded weird. Like I've been lying up until now. Can I be uncomfortably real?"
"You can always do that," Trent said. He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "I know we're still getting used to each other, but if I've learned anything from Mae and Bea, it's that uncomfortable honesty is a good policy."
Ann laughed softly. "I guess that makes sense...I'm probably gonna be a little bit of a mess for a little while. Emotionally speaking. I've been through a lot, and it feels like...I haven't really gotten over it. Everything that happened. Dennis. Divorce. Prison. Drugs. Rehab. I worked through a lot of it, but like, I reached a point where I was just...in stasis. I dunno. It's hard to put into words. But now that I'm here, with you and Mae, accepting me, it's like...I can finally relax." She sighed. "I'm sorry to dump all this on you."
"Don't be sorry," he said, and hugged her against him. She hugged him back tightly. "I just...want to take care of you. And make you happy. Everything that happened to you sounds so fucking shitty, and you seem really nice, and like a good person. And I know Mae really, really likes you. She's so worried about helping you, and making sure you're happy. She's talked about you a lot, and how much you helped her. So don't be afraid to tell me anything, okay."
"Ah, man," she whispered, sniffed, blinked a few times. "You're gonna make me cry."
"If you want to, or have to, do it," Trent replied.
"I just-I feel bad. You've got a lot on your plate already with Mae, and now Bea. And I don't even know your problems. I just-" She let out a sob suddenly.
"Come here, Ann," he said. "Lay down. Come on."
They ended up stretching out on the couch facing each other, the blanket pulled over them, and he hugged her tight against him. She started crying. It wasn't as intense as Mae or Bea, but he still felt a little surprised. Not because she didn't have anything to cry about, because she did. If he'd been through even like half of what she had, he'd have cried a lot. But more because she seemed so calm and reserved all the time.
"Dennis never wanted to hear my problems," she said. "He got mad if I cried. I hate doing it now. I feel so bad when I cry, and I feel awful doing it in front of you."
"Ann, please don't. It's really, truly okay. I'm not mad. I won't get mad."
"Do you promise?" she asked.
"I promise."
She was silent for a moment, crying a little. "Trent, I need you to level with me." She pulled back suddenly and looked directly into his eyes. "I have to know. I just have to. Are you going to be, like, a good boyfriend? And take care of me? And not fuck me over? And not cheat on me? And not treat me like shit? I have to know. I went through so much, and I've been holding it together for so long. I can't take anymore. I just can't."
He stared back at her, feeling the tremendous weight of her desperation, her need. It was what he had felt some times when he'd looked at Mae, at Bea. He'd seen so much stupid, awful shit happen in his life, and he'd been able to do basically nothing about most of it. But this was something he could do. He could help Ann, he could help Bea, he could help Mae. It wouldn't solve everything, he wasn't even sure how much it would actually do.
But he also knew how good it felt to have another person there, in your life, who you could reach out to when you were miserable, and crying, and broken. Someone who would take your hand, and hug you, and hold you.
And just tell you it was going to be okay. Even if it might not be, they cared.
And that felt better than anything, at least in his experience.
"I'm going to take care of you, Ann," he said, staring at her. "I'll try to be a good boyfriend. I'll never fuck you over. I'll never cheat on you. I'll never treat you like shit. I'm not perfect, I never will be, and I'll fuck up. But I care about you, and I'll be there for you. Okay?"
"I-" She tried to say something, but then she started crying again, harder this time. He held her and felt her crying against him, grabbing him, holding him, squeezing him. She cried against him for several more minutes, and eventually cried herself out.
He heard a floorboard creak and looked over.
"Hey...what's going on? Selmers, why are you crying?" Mae asked groggily, slowly coming down the stairs, rubbing one eye.
"Mae? Holy shit, you woke up," Trent said.
"I had a nightmare...Selmers was in trouble. Like she needed help. It woke me up. What's wrong?" she asked, coming down into the living room from the hallway.
"I'm okay, Mae," Ann replied, slowly sitting up. She wiped at her eyes. "I was just...a little emotional."
"Are you sure?" Mae asked.
"Yes. I'm sure." She sat up and Trent sat up as well. They shifted around until they were sitting on the couch and Mae sat beside her. She leaned against her, hugging Ann.
"I don't want you to be sad, Selmers," she murmured.
"I know. And I appreciate you coming to check on me. I've just...been through a lot. And you and Trent just...you guys accepting me, the way you have, it's kind of overwhelming. So many people think I'm a piece of shit now. Because of the drugs, and the jail, even the divorce. You know how people are. If two people get divorced, it's usually the woman's fault. So many people judge me now. I can just see it in the way they look at me. And I kinda...broke down, but it's because I felt safe. Around Trent. Around you. I finally felt like I had someone I could break down around, and they would hold me, and just let me cry."
"Trent's really good about that, he's already gotten a lot of practice," Mae said with a tired smile. "But you can always talk to us, Selmers. About anything. I'll always listen to you."
"You're such a good person, Mae. You both are. Thank you. And thanks for letting me cry on you, and promising me that."
"What'd he promise?" Mae asked.
"To be a good boyfriend," she replied.
Mae laughed. "Yeah, he is already." She reached over and took Ann's hand. "Don't worry, Selmers. Like, we'll take care of you. For real."
"Thank you, Mae. I'll do my best to take care of you, too." She yawned. "I guess I'm tired enough to sleep now."
"Same," Mae said.
"Yeah, I'm there myself. You two head upstairs, I'll make sure everything's locked down," Trent said.
"Okay."
They got up and Ann hugged him again. "Thanks. Seriously. This...meant a lot."
"I understand. You're welcome, Ann," he replied.
They headed upstairs and Trent went about making sure they were safe.
"So make sure you don't let my mom know we're dating. I love her, but she wouldn't understand. The day I got divorced, it was like she was getting divorced. She's a big believer in more, uh, traditional relationships," Ann said as she drove down the street.
"Got it," Mae said.
"Understood," Trent replied.
"Thanks. She's gonna be weird enough about me living with some strange dude and, uh, Mae Borowski...no offense."
"None taken," Mae said. "I know I'm a weirdo."
"And I know I'm an unknown party," Trent said.
"Dude...cool name," Mae said.
"What?"
"Unknown Party. Or maybe Party Unknown? Horror book name. Or song."
He thought about it. "Yeah, good point." Then he looked around the interior of her car. Or her mom's car. They were riding in the back while Ann drove. "Are we gonna be able to fit everything in here?"
"Sadly, yes. None of my furniture survived me being in prison. My mom went through a hard stretch and I told her she could sell most of my shit off to help. So all I've really got is some clothes, some books, some random crap. Basically all of it can fit in a suitcase and a backpack and a box. And not a big box," Ann replied.
"I can buy you stuff if you need it, or want it," Trent said.
"That...is gonna make me feel weird," Ann replied awkwardly. She pulled into the driveway.
"Don't worry, Selmers. It'll get easier. I'm dead broke, too! He doesn't, like, hold it over you or anything. He's super nice about it!" Mae said.
"Then I'll just feel like a broke loser or like I'm taking advantage of you…"
"Ann," Trent said. She glanced in the rearview after parking. "For now, we're good for money. And, like, I don't view money as the only thing one person can do for another. I get it, you want to feel like you're contributing to the relationship. I feel the same way. So does Mae. So do most people. But like, there's more to life than money. And I'm not calling you shallow or like a mindless consumer or something, I more mean that like...that's what we've been like programmed to believe. And it's shit. I guess I want to get across that I value more than money."
"That's a really good way to put it," Ann said. "And I appreciate that."
"Yeah, that's awesome dude," Mae said quietly, looking down at her hands. "I've never...thought of it like that. But it's like, mmm, you found the words I've been trying to say for a long time now. I value more than money." She grinned suddenly and looked up at him. "I guess that's why you're the writer."
"Hot writer," Ann murmured.
He chuckled awkwardly. "Uh...I guess so."
"Okay, come on you two. I want to get this over with quickly. And then we can go see my weed dealer and get some more good stuff."
"Would they be okay with that?" Mae asked.
"I think so. I once asked if he'd mind if anyone showed up with me, and after thinking about it, he said my boyfriend, or girlfriend. And you're both! So yeah. But don't worry, he's really cool. A little weird, but very chill," Ann replied. "Now, we ready?"
"Ready," Mae said, and Trent nodded.
"Let's do this."
They got out of the car into the chill December air and headed for the door. Longest Night was so close. Day after tomorrow.
Trent was nervous, but he felt like he'd gotten his ducks in a row. All that was actually left was another grocery run and cleaning up the house and preparing it and the backyard to receive all the guests. He was pretty sure Mae and Ann would be happy to help him figure it all out, and Bea too, if she made it over during that time.
They walked inside and found Ann's mom waiting for them. For some reason he'd been expecting someone taller and bigger, but her mom was short and a bit petite, although there was no denying she had a matronly presence to her. She was frowning as she studied him and Mae, sizing the two of them up immediately.
"Hey, mom."
"Selma, dear. So, these are your new...friends?" she asked.
"Yes. I've known Mae for awhile now, and Trent just moved into town about two weeks ago."
Ann's mother scrutinized them. "What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a writer," Trent replied.
"I don't really," Mae said.
"I see. Selma…"
"Mom...let me just head you off," Ann said. "They're my friends. And I don't have, like, any of those. Not since the pharmacy, and jail, and rehab. People aren't really willing to give me a chance anymore. But Mae and Trent are. They've been nothing but good to me. They're willing to let me crash with them while I figure things out. And I'll still be pretty close. And if it seriously goes wrong, I can just walk back here. And...I kinda need this."
Her mom looked at her for a long moment, then at Trent and Mae. Finally, she sighed. "I know your mother, Mae. I know she watches out for you closely. She wouldn't let you date just anyone, so...I guess that means you must be on the level, Trent. And I suppose, in the end, it isn't my choice to make. I just...worry about you."
"I know. And I love you mom. I'll be okay."
"I love you too, Selma. Just...remember to call."
"I will."
"Okay. I've got some stuff to tend to. Say goodbye before you go."
"I will." She looked at Trent and Mae. "Come on."
She led them through her house and to the door that led to the basement. Down the stairs, they came to a finished basement. One corner was taken up by a washer and a dryer, another by a water heater, and another by a bed, a lamp, a dresser, and a chair.
"Welcome to my glorious kingdom," Ann said as she walked over to the bed, dropped down, and pulled out a backpack and a suitcase from beneath it. She set them on the bed, opened them up, and then began pulling stuff out of the dresser. "This'll be fast." After a moment she let out a little laugh. "You know, it just occurred to me: you're the only people I've let down here. Like, literally no one has been down here but my mom and me. It's so weird. It's like...I stopped living when I moved in here. More like, I was just waiting to live again."
"I know that feeling," Mae murmured.
"But now we can," Ann said. She finished with her backpack and zipped it shut, then laid several books into her suitcase, more clothes, then a few DVDs and other random things. Finally, she zipped it shut as well. She stood, pulled on the backpack, and picked up the suitcase.
"Okay, that's it, I'm ready."