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I woke up cuddling my naked Courtney. The alarm told us to get up and start getting ready for class.
“You enjoy your treat last night?” Courtney asked.
“Yeah,” I admitted, “That was really nice.”
“Sarah said she’s going to try and make sure we girls don’t completely dominate you. You have needs too and they aren’t just emptying your balls in us and pleasing us. You need to be treated sometimes too.” Courtney informed me. She got up and started to dress, and I did too.
We had three classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, but only two on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We had our first class, then an hour break and the second hour. I used to have to work the majority of my hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays but now they were more relaxed days.
Between our first and second classes, Abby found us in the student center.
“Hey, can I come over and talk later?” She asked, nervously.
“Sure.” Courtney and I replied.
Courtney smiled at me then turned back to her friend. “You want it to just be us, or you want me to get everyone together?”
“Oh, no. No need to get everyone together… I just need to talk.” She assured, though it almost felt like she was assuring herself.
“We’ll be home all afternoon.” Courtney informed her.
Abby squirmed, “Okay, I’ll come over to talk after class.” And she walked away.
Courtney texted Sarah, “Abby’s coming over, asked not to have everyone there. Your prediction may be coming true.”
Sarah responded with a thumbs up.
Courtney and I finished our classes and went home. Mr. Smith was actually really happy with us because we were cutting through the buildup of grading much faster than he’d anticipated, and we did some more to pass the time. I then went through and did a practice test with Courtney for the first of our upcoming tests. We were halfway through reviewing her results when there was a knock at the door.
Courtney let a very anxious Abby in the door.
“Okay, so first of all, I am not here to join the group and become one of Tom’s bitches.” Abby started.
“Join his harem.” Courtney corrected.
“What?” Abby asked, confused. Obviously, Courtney had interrupted the speech Abby had practiced.
“We aren’t his bitches, we’re his harem. I mean, Debbie can call herself what she wants, but we are his harem.” Courtney confirmed.
“Okay, I didn’t come here to join Tom’s harem, or to fuck him.” Abby restarted. “I have some concerns, mostly for you Courtney. This isn’t normal! You’re letting your boyfriend fuck half a dozen of your friends! I know Sarah is on board. But I am concerned, if it was a normal thing it would happen all over the place and this is not something that happens. Why would you be willing to share your man, let alone encourage it?!”
Courtney thought for a moment. “You know how I said Tom saved me from a rapist in an alley that one night?”
“Of course, it was horrifying!” Abby replied.
“Well, the truth is a little worse.” Courtney replied. She related the story of her blackmail, choosing me to take her virginity, and how I had saved her from it.
“But by that time, I had already come to accept it. I realized the good it could do! And Suki and the others are proof!” Courtney finished.
Abby sat, deep in thought.
Courtney and I glanced at each other, but let Abby think.
She sat for a moment, then got up and started pacing.
She sat again. “I see where you are coming from.” She admitted.
“If I had been in your shoes, I wouldn’t have thought of getting the grader job either. And once it becomes a matter of my life or my friends having sex with my boyfriend…. I can see how it would be impossible to say no to that. Especially because some of us, like Suki, needed it so badly.” Realizing what she was saying she hastily added, “I don’t think I’ve ever needed it that bad. I masterbated with you guys, sure, but it was because I wanted to not because I needed to.”
She started to pace again.
“FUCK!” She moaned. “Why does this make sense in my head!”
“Because it just makes sense.” Courtney told her. “You’ve wanted a boyfriend for the two years, almost three, you’ve been here. And You haven’t found a man that wasn’t an asshole fuckboy, now we’ve found him, and we’re sharing him. Stupid societal norms be damned.”
“That’s the thing!” Abby pointed out, frustrated, “What do I tell my mom? ‘Oh, hey mom, I kinda have a boyfriend. Well, he’s my girlfriend’s boyfriend and I’m just fucking him’. That will go over well!”
Courtney looked at me, but I wasn’t sure how to answer.
“I mean, talking with Sarah, we could leave the… the harem… at any time. So, if I found a guy worthwhile, I could leave and have a normal marriage and kids with him, but what if I don’t?” Abby continued, rushing forward. “Would you let me have kids by Tom? I mean I want to be a mom someday. What should I tell my parents?”
“I mean, I guess being polyamorous isn’t as crazy as it used to be…. And my parents are pretty open.. I mean, they told me they thought I was a lesbian and they would still love me… Would this be any different?” She paced back and forth.
“Fuck, why am I even considering this?” Abby moaned, her face in her hands as she continued to pace.
Finally she sat down, “Okay, if we do this, I want to be able to date him. Like once a week, maybe once every two weeks. And if I try it once and don’t like it, I can be out, right?”
Courtney assured her that both requests were reasonable and well within the rules of the harem.
“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I am doing this.” She breathed.
“Did you get tested?” Courtney checked.
Abby nodded and brought up an email. We looked it over and I noticed that for someone who, when she had left on monday hadn’t been interested, she’d gotten tested Monday night, just before the medical center closed.
“Do I have to have all the girls in there… for the first time….?” Abby pleaded.
“Nope, if you don’t want it, you don’t have to have anyone in there but the two of you.” Courtney assured her.
“Well, he’s your boyfriend… and I am nervous as hell. So some company would be great, but um, no offense, but I don’t want any… girl on girl stuff. Maybe later, but not my first time.” Abby told Courtney.
“Would you like to eat first?” Courtney asked, giving her friend an out.
“No, fuck, if we don’t do this now, I’m going to chicken out. Not because I don’t want it, but because… I’m scared. Scared it will hurt. Scared I will like it. Scared I won’t like it.” She admitted.
“Then shall we.” I told her and I took her hand.
“You’ll be gentle?” She asked.
“I promise. Are you on the pill?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“You heard me ask Debbie how she wanted her hymen broken. Do you want it fast or slow?” I asked.
“Um, I am scared either way, but fast looked like it would hurt too much. So I guess go slow..” Abby decided.
“So, to establish expectations, and help you know what’s coming. We’re going to go into the bedroom and we’ll take it slow. I feel like you’d like to start on the bed with all our clothes on, and as you are comfortable, we’ll work down to having them all off. Then we’ll get you nice and aroused, and give you a few orgasms to prepare you for losing your virginity, then we’ll take the actual breaking of your hymen easy and slow. I’ll give you time to get used to the sensations of having me inside you, then we’ll go slowly and give you the full sex experience. And since you are on the pill, we won’t use a condom and I will cum inside you. Does that sound like what you want?” I asked her.
She nodded, eyes closed and nervous.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
She nodded again.
So we rose and I led her to the bedroom.
First, we just laid there and cuddled for a minute. I could feel the tension in her body as she pressed against me. When Abby started to relax, I turned her face to me and gently pressed my lips to hers.
She giggled, “Here I thought my first kiss would be well before I had sex.”
“You’ve never even kissed someone before?” I asked.
She shook her head, “School was always more important. Then once I got to college, it seems all the good boys were taken and the rest weren’t worth even checking out.”
I pressed my lips to hers again. “Well, thanks for considering me.”
I continued to kiss her, holding her close. After a few minutes of kissing, I gradually opened my mouth and when she responded, I made a liaison with my tongue and found her mouth receptive.
We made out for a minute before Abby lifted my shirt, leaving me bare chested. I responded by removing her shirt. Her plain black bra supported her C-cup breasts and try as she might, Abby couldn’t help but tense up.
“It’s so dumb,” she whispered. “I was naked in front of you at the party. Why is this so embarrassing?”
“Less distractions, you are the center of attention here.” I guessed.
“Are we all so insecure?” Abby asked.
“I think thus far, Debbie is the only one who hasn’t been insecure about her body. Oh, and worried I was just having sex with them out of pity.” I informed her.
“Oh, come on. Even Suki? A Japanese cheerleader is a teenager’s wet dream.” Abby doubted.
“Absolutely,” I told Abby, “the other cheerleaders named her ‘the two-by-four’ and said she was flat in the front, flat in the back and just a skinny piece of wood. She didn’t think she had any sex appeal.”
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Abby declared, “Like I said, Suki is a teenage boy’s wet dream.”
“And a hot red-head isn’t?” I asked.
“I’d have to be hot for that to apply.” She stubbornly asserted.