"Oh man, it's midnight," Bea muttered as she looked at her phone.

"That would explain why I'm so tired," Ellen said.

They were just getting out of their second shower and Trent was pulling his clothes back on.

"We should probably get going," he said.

"Probably for the best," Ellen agreed. "I took tomorrow off, but I am-" She yawned suddenly. "Oh my, very tired. Ugh. I hate being in my forties. Enjoy that youth while you have it."

"That's what everyone tell us," Bea replied.

"The real horror of modern life is that they grind us down during our best years, promising us we'll get to enjoy a sweet retirement, but if we even make it to retirement, we're too old to really enjoy it!" She sighed heavily. "Sorry, I'm actually in a great mood. That sex was incredible. Best sex I've had in fucking decades."

"It was really, really good," Trent agreed.

"And so hot," Bea said.

"I was surprised by how good I look fucking," Ellen murmured. "Is that arrogant?"

"I don't think so. You do look good taking dick," Bea replied. "You're sure you're cool with us keeping this?"

"Yes, just...keep it to yourselves."

"We will." She paused. "I have one question, though. We have a friend who sometimes fucks Trent. They aren't dating, just friends. But she may be interested in see this…"

"Yeah, I'm comfortable with that," Ellen replied after considering it. "I guess, show it only to people you really trust."

"All right. Thank you. And we'll always respect your privacy, Ellen. If you change your mind, tell us, and we'll get rid of it all."

"I will...I guess we should exchange numbers. Unless that's not, uh, proper? Is this just a hookup or...do you ever want to see me again…?"

"Well, we're moving out here eventually," Trent said. "And I know for a fact I'd love to see you again."

"I wouldn't mind," Bea said. "This was obviously good for both of you."

"Okay, that's good to know. It'd be nice to do this again." They exchanged numbers.

"If you ever want or need to talk, don't be afraid to call," Trent said.

"...really? You'd be okay with that?"

"Yeah. I imagine this is a difficult time in your life, and I have come to learn just how crucially important it can be to have someone to talk to, and I'd like to offer that if I could."

"He's a very, very good listener," Bea said. "Pretty much every girl who comes around him has some kind of emotional breakdown because we all feel so safe around him."

"It wouldn't be...imposing?"

"No, Ellen. Not at all."

"All right then. Thank you. It means...a lot."

Trent stepped forward and hugged her, and she hugged him back tightly. "Thank you again, for a very, very good night," she murmured.

"You're welcome, and thank you as well," he replied.

They shared a kiss and then she pulled on a robe and walked with them to the front door.

"One more thing," Bea said. "Will you please tell me how you suck dick? I want to be able to do that for him, whatever the hell it was you were doing."

Ellen grinned. "Ah yes, that. I'll send you a link. I read this article online about ten years ago, about the best way to pleasure a dick with your mouth, and it gave me some ideas. It'll take some practice and experimentation, but I'm sure you'll make it work."

"So awesome," Trent murmured, and Bea laughed.

They said their goodbyes and they got into the jeep and started driving back to the hotel.

"So...how do you feel about all that?" Trent asked after a few moments.

"Very good," she replied. "Although taking that sexual plunge has got me thinking that at some point we should probably all go and get tested, just to be sure."

"Fair point," he agreed. "But otherwise?"

"Otherwise, it was everything I'd hoped it would be. I truly never thought I'd be the girl who likes watching her boyfriend have sex with other women, but I guess I didn't think about it much? It makes sense, though. I'm...clearly into exhibitionism. Watching and getting watched. So weird...but I'm fine with what happened, babe. I loved it." She paused. "How do you feel about it?"

"Good, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"A little guilty. I'm realizing it always feels kinda weird when I hook up with someone new. I feel like I'm cheating, even though I'm not...it's less powerful, though. Mostly...I feel good. I fucking nailed a cougar. Raw. Like, she was over twenty years older than me."

Bea grinned. "So super hot. You fucking railed her."

"Can't wait to show Mae and Ann," he said.

"So...good then?" Bea asked after a moment.

"Good," he confirmed. "Very good."

They got back to the hotel and showed Mae and Ann both videos. Which ended up making them horny, and then Trent found himself in a big bed with three aroused women, and they all fucked him pretty much into a coma.

He awoke around noon the next day, and as he got up and began going about his routines, he found Mae brooding out in the main room, staring out the window.

"...something wrong, babe?" he asked.

She didn't respond at first, and then finally she looked over at him. "What? Did you say something?"

"I asked if something was wrong."

"Oh." She paused, frowning deeply. "Yes." She paused again for a long moment. "But I don't know what."

"I see. Can I help?"

She sighed softly. "I don't think so. I think I just need to think. Something just feels...off. Maybe it's nothing."

Trent studied her closely. "You don't believe that."

Mae sighed and shook her head. "No, I don't. It's something. Just dunno what."

"Hmm...maybe we should check in with people. Parents. Friends. Just a 'hey how's everything going' text."

Mae was considering it as the door opened up and Bea and Ann walked in, laughing about something. Their laughter died away though as they saw Trent and Mae.

"What's wrong?" Bea asked immediately.

"Nothing," Mae said. "I mean...okay, I have a bad feeling, but I don't really know what. It's not like 'danger danger apocalypse approaching' bad feeling, just sorta like a bad vibe. Something's wrong, but I really can't tell...oh man, what if it's Angus and his job?"

"Could be," Ann murmured, "but he's still at his interview right now. Gregg's with him. Well, near him, at least."

"I was thinking we could text our parents," Trent said, then paused. "Well, you guys could text your parents, see what's up."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Ann said.

They all pulled out their phones and spent the next few minutes texting, then waiting around. He ended up texting Jacob, Claire, and, because he was feeling paranoid, Jen and Tabby. He was only able to be truly open with Jacob, given no one else knew the extent of Mae's abilities. But, one by one, they all came back negative.

Fifteen minutes later, Ann's mom, the last one, got back to her.

"She seems fine," Ann said.

"I texted Gregg, he says nothing's happened but he's bored waiting in a pizza place for Angus," Mae said. "...maybe it's nothing."

"Maybe it hasn't happened yet," Bea said quietly.

"I dunno. I had mind-reading, not future-reading. Although this does feel kinda different."

"It's possible it could be something more mundane, like depression and anxiety," Ann said.

"Yeah, but...it feels different from that, too." She sighed and shook her head. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. We should do things while we're here."

"Ann and I were just saying we should swim. We passed the pool on the way back inside from our drive around and the pool looked basically empty. What do you say?"

"...yeah, all right," Mae said.

"Come on," Ann said, "let's get changed."

"Aren't you glad I made you get a bikini?" Ann asked after Mae resurfaced from jumping into the deep end of the pool.

"I guess so," she replied. "Still think it's a war crime, me wearing this in public."

"Mae! Oh my God! Come on, I understand that you're wrestling with your self image, but at a certain point you're going to have to understand that part of getting past that is to stop shit-talking yourself," Bea said.

"Yeah, you know, I weigh more than you do, Mae," Ann said.

"But you're also like a full foot taller than I am," Mae replied.

"No I'm...oh, yeah, I guess so. But still, Bea has a point."

"Yeah, quit pouting," Bea said, and splashed her.

"You bitch!" Mae cried and splashed her back.

They both started laughing and splashing each other, and soon Ann joined them, laughing and splashing as well. Trent had his feet in the pool, watching them and smiling. One of them splashed his way.

"You three should settle down," he said.

"Oh what?!" Mae replied. "Are we interrupting you sitting there looking cool?!"

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" Bea asked.

"Maybe I'll get in there and make you settle down," he replied.

"Oh really?" Ann asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "I'd really like to see that."

Trent considered it for a moment. All three of them were looking at him now. He slipped into the water and began making his way towards them.

"Oh shit, girls, he's coming to discipline us," Bea murmured.

Mae laughed loudly. "I'd like to see him-whoa!" she cried as he picked her, carried her far enough into the pool, back towards the shallow end, that he could stand up properly, then he raised her up out of the water and tossed her back into the deep end with a big splash. He then dove underwater, kicking furiously back towards them.

Grabbing Ann's ankles, he pulled her feet out from under her, and then he grabbed Bea's bikini bottom and pulled it down. He her shriek as he resurfaced.

"Trent!" she cried.

"Made you stop, didn't it?" he replied, glancing around again. They had found the pool to be completely deserted.

"You fucker!" she snapped, pulling her bikini back into place.

"Trent!" Ann cried, coming up sputtering and laughing. "You bastard!"

"You all fucking asked for it," he replied.

"You're lucky I float!" Mae growled, then splashed him.

"Keep it up, I'll do it again," he replied.

She glowered at him, then laughed and shook her head, ran a hand down her face. Then she sighed and lost her smile. "I still feel off. Like something's wrong, and my brain is warning me about it."

"Maybe some kind of natural disaster is coming…" Ann murmured.

"God, I hope not," Bea said.

"It could be nothing," Mae replied, but she still didn't look convinced.

"Let's swim around for awhile, at least until we hear from Gregg and Angus," Trent said. "See if the feeling passes."

"Yeah," Mae agreed.

That was what they did. They swam around in the pool, pausing to wrestle with each other from time to time. It was a good time, fun and playful and relaxing. But like an itch that wouldn't go away or an ache that persisted, Trent never stopped noticing that Mae remained tense, never fully relaxing. After awhile, they all got into a hot tub and turned on the jets.

"This is nice," Ann murmured.

"Yeah," Mae said quietly.

"You're still bothered," Bea said.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be a drag."

"I know what'll distract you," Bea said, and they all perked up as she said that. There was something in her voice. She stood up and took a quick look around, then dropped back down into the water and moved over until she was in Trent's lap. "I'm horny."

"...seriously?" he asked.

"Yes." He felt her hands on his trunks.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes, here," Bea replied firmly, pulling his erection out. He looked around. They were alone, but would that last?

This was probably a stupid idea.

But…

He didn't stop Bea as she pulled aside her bikini and slipped him into her oh-so-wet pussy.

"Holy fuck," he whispered as she gasped, working him all the way into herself.

"Bea, oh my God, you have become the biggest whore," Mae said, giggling with delight.

"Shh," Bea replied, "make sure no one sees."

"Mae's right, you're such a pervert now," Ann said.

"The reality is...ah man...Bea has always been a filthy fucking perverted slut," Trent said, then groaned and settled a hand on her tail, making her gasp louder, "it's just that she's been hiding it."

"Hiding it very well," Mae agreed.

"Shut up, all of you," Bea whispered, then moaned quietly and began to go faster, trying to move just her hips and not all of herself. Trent imagined, or more likely hoped, that to an outside observer it would just look like his girlfriend was sitting in his lap, facing him, the two of them having an intimate moment together.

And not like they were raw fucking.

Because he was pretty sure this was actually illegal.

"You gonna cum?" she asked, grinning seductively in his face.

"Yes," he groaned, gripping her hips and moving her faster, using her like a sex toy, sliding her up and down his erection until he popped and started cumming inside of her. She gasped and then they hugged, holding each other tightly as he filled her vagina with his seed.

Then it was over, and he was left panting with her, both of them still embracing tightly.

"Whew, okay, I gotta get out," he said.

"Yeah, it's real hot now," Bea murmured, getting off of him and then shifting around as she got her bikini back into place. "Such a fuckboy pervert," she muttered.

"Oh shut your whore mouth," he replied as he put his dick away and then climbed out of the water. He moved back over to the pool and dove in, sighing in relief as he surfaced, immediately cooling off.

"You two are nasty," Ann said as she and Mae got out of the hot tub with Bea.

"You'd've done it, too," Bea replied.

"I didn't say I wasn't nasty," Ann said with a shrug.

They joined him in the pool for a bit longer, then ducked under the wall that led to the outside portion of the pool, got out, and began sunning themselves in some foldout chairs.

"I hope Angus got the job," Bea said.

"Me too, this place is nice, and the job sounds like one he'd really love," Ann agreed.

"We should probably head back up and get dressed and check our phones, or maybe try to check in with them, we've been here for almost an hour and a half at this point," Trent said.

"Shit, really? Pools make me lose track of time apparently," Bea replied.

"Yeah," Mae said, standing, "let's go do that."

They dried off and then headed back through the hotel. Taking the elevator up to their floor, they got into their room and started changing. As he got out of his trunks, Trent paused, staring at the three of them as they got out of their swimsuits.

"What are you staring at?" Bea asked.

"Just...all of you. It's moments like this that sort of beat me over the head with the fact that I'm in a loving, sexual relationship with three amazing, hot women. All three of you stripping down naked in front of me at the same time is just...totally unreal."

Ann laughed. "Yeah, I know how you feel. Love is a very nice thing."

"Yes it is," Bea agreed. "Now, I need to go actually shower because someone made a huge fucking mess in my vagina."

"You fucking made me, stop bitching," Trent replied.

"Make me," she murmured.

"Don't tempt me," he replied, walking over and slapping her bare ass very roughly. She let out a startled yelp.

"You asked for it," Ann said. "And besides, if anyone's getting a dick jammed into their pussy, it's me, you had your turn, slut."

"You're a slut!" Bea replied, then shook her head. "Everyone's so mean to me."

"Quit whining and go shower your filth off," Trent said.

"Fuckboy," she muttered.

"Bea!" he snapped, and started coming for her again.

She let out another shriek and, laughing, hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He started pulling his clothes on. As he looked at Mae again, he saw she was frowning. She noticed him looking and met his eyes.

"I don't think it's nothing," she murmured.

"Is it bad?" he asked.

She sighed. "No, it's the same. It still isn't an 'AH!' feeling, it's more just a 'something shitty's coming…' sort of feeling."

"Do you want to do something?" Ann asked. "We could try calling instead of texting…"

"I want…" she hesitated, sighed. "I want to go home. Which I know is stupid. But I think-" She stopped speaking abruptly as there was a knock at the door. Trent felt cold worry begin to slip into his gut as he hastily pulled on the last of his clothes and then jogged over to the door. Peering through the peephole, he relaxed as he saw it was Gregg and Angus, and they both looked pleased. He glanced back at the bedroom.

"It's Gregg and Angus, we all decent?!" he called.

"Yeah!" Ann called back.

He opened the door and let them in.

"Hey, how'd it go?" he asked.

"I got the job," Angus replied with a broad grin.

"Holy shit, congrats. I imagine it's a good job?"

"Well, it sure seems like it. Salaried, sixty five thousand a year with benefits, health insurance for me. They also say that they can help me find a nice apartment to rent. Forty hours a week, two nights on call for troubleshooting issues. Gregg and I talked and I signed the contract. They want me up here in two weeks," Angus said as they came into the main room.

"That's so kickass, dude," Ann said as she came out. "Congrats!"

"Thanks," Angus replied.

"This town is amazing! It has, like, everything!" Gregg cried.

"Huh...so it isn't you guys," Mae murmured as she walked out into the main room.

"What isn't us?" Angus asked.

"I've been having a doom-y feeling all morning, ever since I woke up, and I just can't shake it. Like something bad happened, or is gonna happen...I kinda want to go back home, but I also don't want to cut our trip a day short just cause I have some anxiety."

"I dunno, dude, you got, like, magic powers," Gregg said.

"Reluctant though I am to admit it, yes, you do. Or you have some sort of extra-sensory perception. Something real," Angus said. He studied Mae closely. "I know you have a lot of experience with anxiety. Does this feel like anxiety? Or something else?"

"Something else," she replied immediately. "It feels real. I mean, the anxiety feels real, too, but it's...I don't know how to describe the difference, but it does feel real."

"I'd be willing to go home for this," Ann said, "if that helps."

"It does," Mae murmured.

"We came in separate cars," Trent said. "I think Gregg and Angus would understand if we cut out early to help Mae."

"Yeah, definitely," Angus said, and Gregg nodded.

"I don't even know if it'll help. I'll feel stupid if it was over nothing," Mae murmured.

"Peace of mind is important, Mae, and you did a nice thing, coming out with us for support," Angus replied.

"Where's Bea?" Gregg asked.

"Shower," Trent replied. "She got...dirty, in the hot tub downstairs."

"Ew...note to self: avoid the hot tub," Gregg groaned. "You guys fuck so much!"

"That does seem a little reckless," Angus murmured. "Part of me is tempted to say you've been a bit of a...bad influence on Bea, not that I'm trying to be mean, but, the rest of me wonders if her being like this is so bad."

"She...is taking a few risks," Trent admitted, "but I personally think she's happier. I am also biased."

"I mostly think you're right. And I'm really not trying to be mean or say I'm upset that you're together. I'm actually happy and, if anything, intrigued, by the relationship developments. It's just...weird whenever I hear about Bea doing something new and crazy."

"Oh but not me?" Mae asked.

He laughed. "No, Mae. You can't really surprise me anymore. You are, by your very nature, reckless and chaotic."

"I am an agent of chaos," Mae replied and giggled deviously.

"That you are," Trent said.

"Me too!" Gregg cried.

"Yes, you are," Angus agreed, rolling his eyes.

"I'd also be willing to go home, Mae," Trent said.

She sighed heavily and sat down by the window in the same seat he'd originally found her in after waking. "I guess we'll have to ask Bea."

"I can hear you," Bea called from the bedroom. "And I'm cool with going home early. But how did Angus's interview go?" She emerged from the bedroom in a fresh set of clothes as she asked the question.

"Good! I got the job," he replied.

"Congrats!"

"Thanks." He looked at Mae. "Mae, if it'll make you feel better, you should do this. We're going home tomorrow anyway, and we've got to go check out the apartment soon. They got us a tour of an unoccupied one."

Mae looked around at them all, then sighed heavily. "Yeah, okay." She stood up. "I want to do this. Figure out what's going on. Let's go home."