"Yeah, I could get baked," she murmured. "Feel like I kinda need it after all that. Babe?" Mae looked at him.
"Given I'm the one whose gonna be doing the driving tomorrow, I think I'll just get a little toasty," he replied. "We should probably watch a movie or something."
"Mmm...you know," Mae murmured stretching slowly and then laying her head in his lap, staring up at him. "Maybe we could indulge the adult part of our relationship instead?" she suggested with a smile. "Been awhile since it's been just the three of us fucking around."
"Uh...that sounds nice," Trent murmured.
"Oh yeah! We should! I want to try anal!" Bea replied, hopping up.
"Holy shit, he just instantly got hard!" Mae declared.
Bea laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah, seriously! I can feel his hard-on against my head!"
"You've got a really hot ass, Bea," Trent replied.
"Well, you two go get the weed ready and get naked, and I'll get ready for you to fuck me up the ass," she replied with a demure smile. Then she hurried upstairs.
"Oh my God, I can't believe Bea is such a slutwhore," Mae murmured, sitting up.
"It's really surprising to you?" he replied, both of them standing.
"Yeah! She was so...buttoned down, you know? Like, so serious all the time. And always made fun of me for being horny. Or was just embarrassed. But now she's all 'oh Trent fuck me harder!' and 'oh Trent fuck me in the ass!'. I never thought she'd be like this at all. And I couldn't be happier! It's so awesome she's just opened herself like this…" She paused as they headed upstairs, then giggled. "Opened her legs."
"It is pretty awesome," Trent replied as they got into their bedroom. She took off her shirt and began undoing her jeans while Trent got the weed out. He used Bea's pipe, as she was the best about cleaning hers, which made sense, given she was the most responsible of them all. He got it going and took a puff on it, watching as Mae finished pulling her panties down.
"Come on," she complained, walking over and tugging at his jeans. "Get your fucking clothes off. I wanna see you naked!"
"All right, you slut," he replied, passing her the pipe and then taking his shirt off. She watched him undress, puffing heavily on the pipe.
"Aw yeah, I love being a slut," Mae replied, grinning fiercely as she got stoned. "Also, dude, like, you severely warped my sexdrive, I'll have you know."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah! Fucker! I didn't used to be nearly this horny! I mean I got horny enough, but, man, I didn't know what I was missing with the fingers and the tongue and the fucking dick! That fucking dick, Trent! I love it! It feels just so good when you pound me with it," she declared between puffs.
"You are such an amazing girlfriend," Trent replied as he finished stripping.
Mae giggled and they climbed onto the bed, sitting together, waiting for Bea.
"You're a way better boyfriend. You take amazing care of me." She puffed several more times.
"You do too, and don't go too fast, Mae. Like, I actually like fucking you while you're passed out, but it isn't really fun if you just ragdoll, too stoned to move," he replied.
She giggled again and almost dropped the pipe. "Fine, fair. But being high makes me horny, I've found. Or the right level of high. And it's...I don't know! It's weird but it's fun. It's a different kind of horny."
"She's right," Bea said, the bathroom door opening. She walked into the bedroom, completely naked and looking grumpy. "Now give me that so I can stave off this depression."
"What depression?" Mae asked, passing her the pipe.
"Ugh. I just fucking confirmed that I've put on like nine pounds already. Jesus fuck."
"I'm throwing out that fucking weight...thing. Whatever it's called."
"Scale," Bea said, "and don't you dare." She took several long tokes on the pipe. "I'm keeping track of this." She looked down at herself and poked her stomach. "So lame." She took another few puffs on the pipe, then looked at Mae. "Oh God…" she groaned.
"What?" Mae asked.
"I'm such a bitch. I don't want you to think...I don't know, that you're fat or something."
"I am fat," Mae replied.
"I mean...that I think less of you because you aren't shaped like me. I...ugh. I don't know. I don't even know. I'm just rambling because I'm angry and embarrassed and I don't want to hurt your feelings because you're my best friend and I love you."
Mae laughed and smiled more widely. "I love you too, Bea! And don't worry! I trust you. I trust that you aren't being mean to me somehow."
"Good," Bea said, sounding genuinely relieved. She gave them back the pipe, then laid out on the bed beside them, hands behind her head. Then she prodded Trent with her tail. "You're awfully quiet about this whole weight thing whenever I bring it up. I know it's, like, a fucking minefield and everything, but I trust you too, you know. I won't think you're being mean to me."
"...all right, fine. If you want the honest truth: I think you're worrying too much about it, and I also think the weight looks...like, really good on you. Your ass looks incredible. And you wanted a fatter ass."
She giggled and then reached over and lit a joint for herself, then took a few puffs on it. "Fair enough," she said. "And I'm just...thinking of the future. Yeah, nine pounds over the past few months is, you know, whatever. I'm more worried about next year, or the one after that, or five years from now. When I'm thirty? Shit, I'm trying not to freak out about things, it's just...my natural state."
"You've got anxiety problems," Trent said.
"Yeah, probably. God, I need fucking therapy too, fucking-ugh! We're all so fucked up!" Bea groaned.
"Yeah, but we all have each other," Mae said. "And we're all super cool and having awesome sex with each other, so that's gotta be helping out a lot."
"Honestly, it is," Trent said. He reached over and took Bea's joint.
"Hey!"
"Don't bitch," he replied, taking a few pulls on it and then passed it back to her.
She sighed heavily and took it back. "You're so fucking lucky I gave you a free pass to treat me this way...ugh! Why am I turned on by my boyfriend treating me like garbage?! That's the fucking most cliched shit-"
"I'm not actually treating you like shit, Bea," Trent said. "Anymore that you're treating me like shit when you give me so fucking much sass."
She snorted. "Yeah, okay, fair. It's still weird though, even if it's pretend. I...don't get it. I'm so fucking hardcore, and yet this is my relationship?"
"You're so hardcore you've transcended societal bullshit," Trent said.
"...you know what? Yeah. I have. Fuck society. I'm going to get stoned and fuck the shit out of my boyfriend and have him fuck me in the ass." She giggled. "You've got that smile on your face. That stoned, horny smile where you just look as purely happy as you can."
"I am," he replied. "Also...you're right. I'm getting horny."
"You're with two naked women who wanna fuck," Bea said. "No shit you're getting horny."
"No, I mean, like...a different kind of horny? More intense. I do feel it sometimes when I'm high. And...yeah, it's coming on fast right now," he replied.
"Uh yeah, I'll say," Mae said, reaching out and poking his erection. "Maybe we should start fucking around…"
"I won't say no to that," Trent replied.
Mae took a few more puffs on the pipe, then set it over in the big ashtray beside their bed. She then all but threw herself onto him and started kissing him. Bea took a few more puffs, then reached over them and did the same with her joint. Then she laid against him and, as soon as Mae took a break from kissing him, she took it up, pressing her lips to his and reaching down, wrapping her hands around his dick and massaging it.
He soon found himself being passed between the two of them, kissing and groping and touching. Mae moaned as he started fingering her. She fell onto her back and writhed in pleasure.
"Fuck, dude…" she moaned. "You've gotten so good at that…"
"He really has," Bea murmured, gripping his erection a little tighter now. She started jacking him off as he pleasured Mae. After a bit, he switched over to Bea, kissing her and rubbing her clit. He kept at it until he reached up to the headboard and retrieved one of the vibrating wands. Bea raised her head and smiled a wicked smile.
He flicked it on and applied the buzzing head to her clit. She let out a shriek.
"OH YES!" she screamed, writhing around immediately. "Oh fuck! FUCK!"
And then she was orgasming, hard. She bucked and squealed and moaned and writhed around, and then it was over, and she was pushing his hand away, panting furiously.
"Oh God. Oh God," she whispered. "Holy fuck me. That's so good. Shit."
"My turn!" Mae said, tugging on his arm.
He laughed and turned over and began doing the same thing to her. She gasped, moaned, and started twisting around on the blankets. "Ah fuck, babe! You're getting your dick sucked so good for this!" she cried.
He laughed and kept pleasuring her.
"She's so right," Bea murmured, her hand finding his erection once more and massaging it. "Sucked so good...fuck I'm stoned, and horny."
"I want dick-ah!" Mae cried as she started to orgasm.
He kept it going until she was finished, and then turned it off and replaced it as they both got farther down the bed and began licking his cock.
"This must be, like, the biggest fantasy," Bea said between licks.
"Oh yeah," he replied, breathing more heavily. "And it's so fucking good. Your tongues...ah fuck…" he groaned.
They both giggled softly, looking very satisfied with themselves, and kept going until Mae put his dick in her mouth and started sucking him off. She bobbed her head for awhile, her lips doing their wonderful work, and then she passed it to Bea, who did the same thing. Mae reached down and began gently teasing his balls with her claws.
"Ah! Ha! Gentle! Careful!" he whispered.
"What are you doing?" Bea murmured.
"I heard some guys can like it...how's it going, babe?" she asked.
"Uh...yeah," he replied, panting now. "That's actually, uh...yeah, that feels weirdly good. Just, for God's sake, be fucking careful."
"Don't worry. As much as I know we're never gonna reproduce, I bet Bea is gonna wanna get fat and pregnant someday," she murmured.
"God, Trent would love that so much," Bea muttered.
"Did I say you could stop sucking?" he asked.
She glared at him, then put it back in her mouth and resumed bobbing her head.
Mae giggled. "You're the only guy who can get away with that."
"I'd better be," he replied.
"Don't worry, you're the only man for me," she said, sitting up and fixing him with an intense stare.
"Though women on the other hand…" Mae murmured.
"I'm still thinking," Bea said. "Now, can we fuck? I want fuck."
Trent laughed. "You want fuck, huh?"
"Yes!"
"On your back," he said, getting up. "Both of you. Spread your legs."
They both smiled up at him as they did just that, and for a moment he stared at them both. They were both so seductively sexy.
"What?" Bea asked.
"You two are just...fucking amazing."
"Admire later," Mae said. "I want dick!"
"You get so fucking petulant when you're high...and horny," he replied as he got on top of her.
"And awake," Bea murmured.
"Oh shut up, Bea! Ah! YES!" she cried as he penetrated her.
"Ah, fuck, Mae!" he groaned as he began driving into her. "You are so fucking tight!"
"Benefit of being fun-sized-OH YES! FUCK!" she moaned. "Deeper!"
"Yeah, I'm the slut," Bea said, smirking over at them.
"Shut your mouth, you whore-OH TRENT!"
He fucked her good and hard for a long minute, kissing her and groping her big, soft breasts. And then he pulled out of her, and she started complaining immediately.
"Shut up, Mae," he said.
"Hey, I'm not as submissive as little miss whore over there," Mae complained.
"Shut up, Mae," Bea said, then moaned as he got inside of her. And then he was fucking her, inside of her wonderful, sweet, hot pussy, stroking into her so smoothly, her body writhing against his own as the pleasure consumed them both.
"Ah fuck, I'm so fucking stoned and that dick feels so fucking good!"
She let out another cry as he thrust deep and hard into her at just the right angle and he groaned right along with her, lost in the rapture that was her slick, hot, tightness. His head was buzzing a bit from the weed as well and it seemed to resonate through him as he fucked her. They kissed and made love until she gave him a little push.
"What?" he murmured.
"Mae's turn," she said. "You need to bust in her."
"I do?" he asked, pulling out of her and getting back on top of Mae.
"Yeah. Because I know you're gonna wanna bust in my ass, and if you've got less cum in you, the better for me," she replied.
"Wow, you're so smart, Bea," Mae murmured, then moaned as he got back into her.
Bea laughed. "Yeah. So smart."
He let himself enjoy Mae's vagina to the fullest extent that he could, losing himself in fucking her, burying himself all the way inside of her again and again, and kept going until he started to cum inside of her. She hugged him tightly with both her arms and legs, moaning as he groaned in pure bliss, pushing deep into her.
"Oh yes! That's it, babe! Oh fuck, cum in me! Cum so fucking much!" she moaned, grabbing at him and squeezing him with her legs as he made sounds of incoherent bliss.
He filled her up, losing himself in her, and then slowly came down from the dizzying high of the orgasm. As he finished, he tried to get up.
"Uh, Mae, I gotta pull out," he said.
"Don't go," she murmured, nuzzling him.
"Mae, let him get to me before he softens up," Bea complained. "I want it in the ass."
"Mmm, all right, but only because I love both of you." She released him, falling back limp against the blankets, grinning foolishly and even drooling a little as she stared up at the ceiling. "Uh man...so good…I can feel your stuff leaking out of me...but I don't want to get up…"
"You'll figure it out, Mae," Trent replied as he got behind Bea, who was on her hands and feet now, her tail swaying.
"Here," she said, passing him back the lube. "Lube up. Then go, you know, slow."
"I remember," he said. "Just guide me in."
"Got it."
He lubed up and then started working his way into Bea's wonderfully tight ass. They both moaned as he penetrated her, and then Bea moaned again as he gripped her tail. He went in a little, pulled back, went in a little deeper, pulled back.
"Good so far?" he asked, running his hand up and down her tail.
She panting. "Yeah...ooh. Yeah. Go. Keep going."
He laughed softly. "All right then."
"What's it feel like, Bea?" Mae murmured.
She laughed, then moaned. "Like a dick in your ass."
Mae started laughing, slowly at first, then giggling, faster and faster. "Duh!"
"It's...weird. But, like, good? I dunno. I like it, ooh! I like it. Oh fuck. Yeah...deeper."
Trent kept going until he was all the way into her, then he gripped her hips and started fucking her tight ass.
"Ah! Oh shit...Tabby was right, you're thick," she moaned, hanging her head.
"Your ass is so fucking tight," he moaned, hunching over her and slowly speeding up.
"Is it good?" she asked, panting.
"Yes. So fucking good. Oh my God. Bea."
Mae watched them both with unabashed interest, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open a little. He was a little worried that she'd be upset about how much he was enjoying this, given their conversation earlier, but she seemed enraptured by the sight.
"This is, like, even hotter than when you were fucking Tabby in the ass," she murmured finally.
"I agree," he replied, then groaned again and started going faster.
"Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Right there! Aw man, that's-yes! Oh, keep going, I'm gonna cum!"
"Seriously?" he asked, gripping her hips a little more tightly.
"Yes!"
He kept at it, fucking her at a good, steady pace, fighting a losing battle to hold onto his own climax before she came. In the end, he used his ace in the hold and grasped her tail. She let out a cry and buried her face in the pillows and he felt a hot spray hit his thighs and his balls as she started to orgasm. Trent lost it soon after, shooting his load into her tight, amazing ass. He drove himself deep into her and drained himself in her sweet ass.
It went on for awhile, way more intense than usual, and when he did finally finish and pull out of her, he more or less fell onto his back, staring up at the spinning ceiling with much the same expression Mae had been wearing.
"I think you broke him," Mae said, then giggled.
"Yep, I'm so broken," Trent whispered, panting. "Oh my fucking-ah! That was incredible. Bea, your ass is, like, a reason to live."
She laughed for a long minute, then shook her head. "Okay, babe. I love you, too. I gotta shower. And so should both of you."
"Yeah, yeah...gimme a minute," he replied.
"Me too," Mae murmured. "I think I puffed too much, too fast."
"Wow, you two," Bea said, giggled again, then got up and left.
They laid together for a long while, and eventually Trent helped Mae up and got them both into the bathroom. He pissed while Mae climbed into the shower with Bea.
Mae giggled as Trent was finishing up. "I can't believe we shower together. Like, wow. I never thought we'd be showering together but not, like, hooking up? I didn't think there'd be a middle ground like this."
"How much did you want to hook up? I never really got that impression from you," Bea said.
"I mean, like...a lot? I wanted to a lot, but I also never really though it was ever going to happen. I still don't. You seemed really straight. But I never thought you'd be cool being naked around me, or vice-versa."
"I didn't either, to be honest," Bea murmured.
"Make room," Trent said, pulling back the curtain.
They made room for him and Bea continued cleaning herself. Mae yawned and leaned against the wall. "Mmm. I'm real sleepy."
"I'm getting there," Bea murmured.
"You two should clean up and pass out for tomorrow," Trent said.
"What about you?" Mae asked.
"I'm going to stay up and wait for Ann. I want to make sure she's all right."
"Oh...yeah. Fuck, I'm a bad girlfriend, I forgot…" Mae murmured.
"You're stoned and fucked," Trent said, "you aren't a bad girlfriend. Your brain just...drifts. It's fine."
"I'm in the same boat. Ugh. God-fucking-dammit, I hate Dennis so much. Why can't guys just fucking leave us alone!? How long before some douche-bag shows up and starts trying to fuck Mae again?"
"Yeah, that sucked," Mae muttered. "I thought I'd be happier for the attention but, like...no. That was just miserable. Except for the punching. I don't feel, like, good about that, but also it was...satisfying." She shook her head. "I'm a bitch, huh?"
"No, I mean, he sure deserved it," Trent replied. "Also, after the whole thing today, like...I was just reminded of how fucking crazy I get when, uh…"
"When one of your girls is in trouble?" Bea asked, grinning.
"Yeah, I guess so. Still makes me feel weird. Like I'm...I'm not even sure."
"It makes feel like you're a jealous, violent, overcompensating asshole who thinks we're your property?"
"Yeah, that."
"Don't worry, you don't come off like that at all. You're just...protective, and you love us. But it's protective without being, like, smothering. Believe me, you're doing fine. But...yeah, you and Mae are gonna have to dial it in."
"I know," he said.
"Yeah...but what was I supposed to do?" Mae asked.
"...okay, that was a situation where you were right, I think. But...yeah. Mmm. Whatever. I'm done talking." She yawned again. "Shit, I'm tired."
"Let's get you girls to bed," Trent said.
She nodded and got to finishing up. After some time, they were all clean and dried. Mae and Bea climbed into bed naked and he tucked them in, and they were asleep by the time he'd finished pulling some fresh clothes on. He turned out the light, then grabbed his laptop and headed downstairs and sat in the living room and did some work. He burned through another thousand words in Demontower Three before he got a text from Ann.
Are you still awake?
He responded that he was.
Could you prepare the couch? Wanna sleep there tonight.
He said yes and she thanked him and he got a little worried. Setting aside his laptop, he pulled out the couch and got it made up. By the time he was finished, Ann was pulling into the driveway. He sat on the foot of the pull-out and waited. After a moment she came in, and it became obvious pretty quickly that she was worried over something.
"Are you okay?" Trent asked.
Ann said nothing at first, just walked over to him after taking off her jacket and shoes and sat down beside him. For a long moment, she just looked at the floor.
"Ann?" he pressed.
"...my mom knows about us," she murmured.
"Oh." He paused. "Shit." He paused again. "How'd that happen?"
Ann laughed softly. "Uh, well...in an incredible turn of irony, it was my fault. It kind of just...slipped out? That you and I are...dating. And then because I believe in not hiding and being truthful if I can, or if I have no choice, I told her about Mae too. She...was not happy. Mostly, though, she was just confused. I don't think she fully understands the relationship, and I was too frazzled to get any deeper into it. So...I just told her I'll give her a better idea after we get back from Bright Harbor. So, I bought us some time at least."
"I'm really sorry about this, Ann," he murmured, taking her hand.
She looked down at their linked hands and sighed heavily. "I should be the sorry one. I should've done better, but...also...I don't know. I feel like how Bea felt, about having to hide my relationship. I'm worried you or Mae will think I'm ashamed of you or embarrassed. And I'm not. Like, I'm really not. I love both of you and I will stand beside you both, because you both matter to me more than what anyone thinks."
"Don't worry, Ann, neither of us thinks that. I know, at least, that I don't for sure. I can't imagine Mae thinking it. You have your reasons. Whatever you need us to do, we'll do, and try to make this transition as painless as possible for everyone involved," he said.
"Transition?" she murmured.
"The transition of your mom not knowing that we're dating to your mom knowing we're dating," he replied, and she giggled.
"Weird way to put it...but thank you. A lot. It won't be easy, getting her to understand, but I think talking with you and Mae and maybe Bea will help her believe that, even if she doesn't really comprehend the relationship, she comprehends that I'm safe and happy."
"That's important," he said. "Did you set her straight on Dennis?"
"Yes," she replied, sounding relieved. "She at least understood that he's a piece of shit. I still had our old texts and all I had to do was show her some of the shit he sent to me when he was pissed."
"I'm glad that went well."
They sat together for awhile longer. "So...uh…" She looked over at him now.
"Yeah?"
"Will you fuck me? I wanna get stoned and get laid right now."
"I will so fuck you," he replied.
She laughed. "Did you not fuck Bea or Mae tonight?"
"Oh no, I fucked both of them. I fucked Bea in the ass for the first time."
"And you're still horny?" She grabbed a joint from off the table and lit it up. "How'd it go?"
"Great! It was fucking incredible!" he replied.
She laughed. "Well that's good. I'll still give it a shot if you want."
"I want," he replied. "You have a hot ass."
She giggled and took a few more puffs. "Thank you."
"Can I sleep down here with you tonight?" he asked as he stood and started undressing.
"Yes, I would really like that," she said.
He began undressing a bit faster.