(Authors note: This is the third part in a continued story about Miranda, Lyla, and Meg as they travel in a college trip to Germany. For context it would be advised to read parts 1 and 2. Please feel free to leave comments because I love reading them. And look out for more of Miranda's adventure and other tales to come from me.)
The next few days came with no further sexual craziness. I know there are people who tell you these life stories and it is always "from that point on we were fucking 24/7". Well those people are either liars, on some steady diet of stimulants, have super human healing abilities, or have no job or things to do.
Meg, Lyla, and myself were young and wild and crazy but we were also in a pretty strenuous school program and in a foreign country with sights to see and other things to experience.
But on Sunday morning Meg decided to just introduce a bit more craziness into our lives. We had gone to this place to get brunch. After ordering Meg says "Okay Ladies, I've been thinking. We need to keep this kink train moving"
"Wait," I interrupted "I thought we were already on a kink train and a guy fucked your face on said kink train."
"See" she said "that is exactly my point. Well not exactly that was a stupid joke. But my point is we have done Miranda's kink"
"One of them" I interject "the list seems to grow daily."
"And," she proceeds as if not listening "we've done Lyla's kink"
"Well," Lyla says "like half of one of them"
"Wait!" I say ignoring Meg's annoyance "that was HALF? What does a whole look like?"
Meg sighs "ARG! We can talk about tying Lyla up and choking her until she passes our later."
Lyla squeaks out in joy "Eeee! Please let's talk about that later."
"ANYWAY" Meg says. "I think it's my turn to explore mine."
"Which is?" I ask.
Meg pauses for a long time
"Holy shit are you blushing?" I ask
"Meg" Lyla says surprised "had Miranda's whole ass hand in my last week"
"Well almost" I correct her "but that is also something we can talk about later." At a nearby table. A fork clinks and someone coughs in surprise.
"Oh shit" Lyla says "I think that guy speaks English."
"Lyla sweety." I say gently "we are in Munich. Half the people around us speak English. Anyway, Meg, Lyla's point stands. What is your fantasy?"
"I just" she pauses "I just sorta feel selfish is all. The other things were things we could do together but my whole thing is... well.. different."
Lyla and I just look at her in a long pause. Finally Lyla breaks the ice. "Meg, you have been so kind to me in the past few weeks and opened me up so much more. I didn't ever tell you this because my parents told me not to come on this trip because they said everyone will be older and I wouldn't be welcomed but you and Miranda have really opened up to me and been so kind. I would do anything to or for you."
"Yeah" I say "you do everything for me- wait Lyla how old are you?"
"Oh I turned 18 last month."
"Last month?!" Meg and I say in unison.
"Yeah I started school a year early. I just finished my freshman year."
"Okay, okay, okay." I say frazzled by this new bit of information "let's not let jailbait here get us off topic. Meg, remember what you told me on the train after the whole thing with the French dude who thought we were acrobats? You said I owe you one. And I do whatever it is"
"Okay." Meg says "sorry I'm not sure why I'm so emotional about this. I want to be the center of attention with multiple guys. I don't even know what that means but that is what it feels like."
"So like a gangbang and Miranda and I just watch or set it up and leave" Lyla says. The coughing continues.
"Oh I'm, I am definitely watching" I say.
"Yeah, no not a gangbang. Good lord. Just like two or three guys who just want to use me. " Meg continues "you can watch, fluff, whatever."
"Two or three guys, what is the official cut off to be considered a gangbang,?" I say jokingly following quickly with "Okay, but this whole thing I don't get it."
"You don't need to get it, it's my fantasy"
"I get it" Lyla says quietly as if just to herself "I get it perfectly".
"No," I say "I get the fantasy. Sounds like a great time. I don't get why this hasn't happened for you yet. You could make this happen at any time. I bet we could get three guys here to fuck you in the bathroom RIGHT NOW." The coughing gets louder.
"There is just so much stigma with that that I don't want." She says. " Its okay for a guy to brag about having a threesome or foursome or whatever but the second a woman even says that is a fantasy she is a slut. Let alone if it is happens. So it feels like it might be less consequential to happen here."
"Okay," I said. "Very fair points. We are going to make this happen for you. Now we need to figure out how, when, where, and who."
Those logistics took less time to figure out than we had thought. The first thing we knew is that the dorm room was not the spot for this to happen. We also felt the safety of going to someone's house was out of the question. We decided to pool some money and get a hotel suite. The who was surprisingly difficult. Lyla had the idea that we should go out clubbing again but go to different clubs, talk to different guys, try to get a good impression of them, and invite a select few. It turns out the "seems like a decent enough person who" category or man is directly correlated to their own thoughts of "this is to good to be true." We had also quickly ruled out the idea of a guy bringing one or two friends. It felt like that was a good way to upset the power dynamic and lead into potentially dangerous situations.
Midway through the week I had two very different conversations. The first was with Meg. Some people might be getting cold feet at seeing this as actually happening. Meg's feet, on the other hand, were practically on fire. It was hard to have her think about things logically and safely and now that the idea that this could actually happen took place I think she genuinely would have just taken two guys from that cafe back to the bathroom. However, she was recognizing this in herself and came up to me and said "I think for Saturday it would be best if you were in charge."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well" she explained "I don't want you to tell them what to do or anything like that." Not gonna lie my heart sank a bit. "But that we just make it known that you are in charge of the evening so if there are any questions they can go through you. Plus when I say I want to be the center of attention I also mean with Lyla and you."