ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER
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The week dragged by. Jenna was busy with classes and shifts at the diner, while my job kept me occupied as well.
When I wasn't working, I found myself spending extra time at the gym. Some nights I did my usual routine, others I just took advantage of the pool, hottub, and / or tanning booth. I hadn't been working out all that long really, only a few months before I met Jenna, but was finally starting to see some results beyond my first few pounds of initial weight loss.
Wednesday morning I texted her to wish her luck on her art project. About an hour later she replied, "Thanks. Will do.💋"
I was just sitting down to dinner Wednesday night when Jenna called.
She filled me in excitedly. "I can't talk long, gotta get ready for my shift at the diner, but I wanted to let you know the art project went great! I think Trish and I both did really well on it!"
"Awesome. Great job. I'm glad it went well."
"Thanks again for your help," she said. "I know things got...out of hand...later, but you really did help us both so much."
"You're welcome," I replied, "I'm happy it helped."
There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Jenna spoke again. "I'm off Friday night. Can we get together and talk?"
"I'd like that," I answered genuinely.
I wasn't comfortable with the idea of getting together at Jenna's place any time soon in case I ran into her roommate again, so we made plans for me to pick her up and find somewhere quiet to eat and talk.
When I pulled up in front of her dorm Friday night, I texted Jenna to let her know I'd arrived. I was too afraid to knock in case Michelle was there.
Jenna texted back: "Still getting ready. Michelle is here. She'd like to talk to you. Come to the door, she'll let you in. It's okay, promise. 💋 "
I practiced my breathing exercises for a few moments to ease my tension, then made my way to the door.
It opened before I could knock. Michelle was standing there. Thankfully, she was smiling.
"Tom, right? Come on in." Noticing my hesitation, she laughed. "Don't worry, I won't bite, I promise."
Once inside, Michelle invited me to sit. I didn't want to sit on the couch, afraid it would stir up memories of the last time she saw me seated there, so I opted for one of the single chairs. Michelle took the other chair across from me.
"So I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you that night," she began. "Jenna explained everything to me, and assured me you had nothing to do with it. We had a little chat about rules and boundaries when it comes to male guests in the house, and we're cool now. Sorry if I came off as a psycho bitch."
"Thank you," I said gratefully, "but you have nothing to apologize for. Your reaction was completely understandable given the circumstances. Jenna and I are going to have our own chat about rules and boundaries tonight."
Michelle looked at me solemnly. "Good."
She looked like she wanted to say more but was stopping herself. I'm sure it was probably a question about how I'd met Jenna, or the age difference, or both. I could read it in her eyes.
But she didn't ask. Instead she stood. "I'll go check on Jenna."
I'm sure you're probably wondering at this point, so I suppose I'll just confess and say that yes, I did check her out as she walked away.
Michelle was tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever. She appeared to be of Filipino descent, with long, straight black hair that fell halfway down her back.
Her hips and ass were incredibly curvy in her skin tight yoga pants. I tried not to stare too long, but my will was weak and my gaze never left her until she disappeared down the hall.
"Put your eyes back in your head, old man," I chided myself silently. "Last thing you need is to be caught staring at her. By either of them."
Jenna came out a few minutes later, and as usual, she was stunning.
Her outfit was adorable in its simplicity; form fitting, high waisted denim shorts with brass buttons that ran down each side of the oversized pockets, and a black, sleeveless top with a loose fitting, lacy turtle neck.
Her hair was swept back and held in place with a shiny rainbow colored butterfly clip.
Her black, low heeled pumps added a few inches to her height, with gold buckled straps that criss crossed around her ankles.
Her make-up was similar to what she'd worn that night after our date at the lake, and as her emerald eyes met mine, she smiled hopefully.
I stood to greet her. "Hey. Wow! You look...great," I stammered nervously.
I was debating on whether to go in for a hug or kiss when Michelle came up behind her. I decided to save any displays of affection for later.
"Thank you," said Jenna. She looked nervous and self conscious, as if not sure how to act at the moment either.
Michelle looked at the two of us just standing there shuffling on our feet and laughed. "Oh go on, hug him," she prodded Jenna, "you know you want to."
Jenna hesitated, looking at me, still unsure.
I stilled her fears by taking her in my arms and giving her an affectionate (but very chaste) kiss, then hugged her close. "It's good to see you," I said softly.
I could feel Jenna's tension melt away in my arms. She hugged back, then pulled away.
"Okay, okay," said Michelle, "you kids get going, have fun." There was a notable amount of sarcasm in her voice as she said it, and I saw her dark brown eyes glance in my direction. But her face was full of good natured humor, so I tried not to take it personally.
Just as we reached the door, Michelle called out, "Wait. Just one more thing."
We turned to face her. "I don't want you to think you're not welcome here," said Michelle, addressing me. "You are. Any time. I'm usually at my boyfriends on Friday and Saturday nights, if you prefer some...privacy."
To Jenna, she said, "Just make sure you let me know if he's coming over when I'm here. If I'm at Dave's, text me. I'll make sure to call or text you if I'm coming home. If all you're doing is hanging out, I don't mind coming home to that."
She paused, then grinned slyly. "But if anything ELSE is hanging out, just do me a favor and limit that to your bedroom."
I flushed furiously and pretended there was something incredibly interesting on my shoes while Jenna blushed and nodded. "Will, do, I promise."
I was glad to be out of there.
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We tried three different restaurants, all of them packed on a Friday night, before Jenna suggested getting some Chinese takeout and going back to my place.
After an internal debate about just how clean my apartment was or was not, I decided to risk it and agreed. We needed to have a serious talk, and it would best be done in private anyway.
We caught up with general chit chat as we ate, and Jenna seemed in good spirits.
When we finished, Jenna spent some time admiring my assortment of Star Wars and Marvel stuff. "You've got quite a collection," she said as her eyes roamed my shelves and displays.
"Thanks," I said. "I was hoping you didn't mind dating a middle aged geek."
"Haven't you heard?" Jenna grinned. "Geeks are cool now."
We sat on the couch, sipping on some ice tea. I'd considered having a beer, but wanted to remain clear headed for the conversation ahead.
"So we need to talk about what happened," I started, "but before we do, I just want you to know: I'm not angry. At least, not anymore. And I don't want you to feel like you're on trial here or anything. I just want to be able to discuss things openly and most importantly, honestly, okay?"
Jenna nodded, offering a tight smile.
"So I guess I wanna start with what made you get Trish involved, and just how involved was she?"
Jenna lowered her head as if ashamed, and was about to speak when I stopped her. Lifting her chin, I turned her face towards mine. "Hey, you don't have to feel embarrassed or guilty. We're done with that, okay? I just want to talk about it."
Her smile brightened at that, and she looked more relaxed.
"Okay," she began.
"It really did just start as a way to help her practice. She called me after you left that night after the movie, and she was actually the one who suggested it. I was surprised, but the more I thought about it, the more I figured it could work both ways. It would be a legitimate way to help Trish, but also maybe a fun way for you to, you know, indulge your fantasy a bit. So I told her yes."
I nodded. "I appreciate your intentions. But you really should have asked me first."
"I know," Jenna conceded. "But I honestly didn't start out with intentions to, well, tease you, get you worked up. Although we did talk about the possibility. That you might get an erection, how we'd handle it, you know.
"We were both surprised you DIDN'T get hard, actually. Trish even commented on it when you took that bathroom break. She seemed almost disappointed.
"I guess that's when I first got the idea to try and tease you into it. I was kinda warming to the idea of, well, showing you off. Plus, the wine was kicking in," she grinned sheepishly.
I took this all in carefully. I suppose I understood it. Jenna knew of my...fetish? fantasy?...of being naked and aroused in front of a woman, how I'd talked about it being liberating and freeing, and assumed I'd be thrilled to be able to do it around Trish.
"Was Trish aware you were gonna tease me like that? Try and get me going?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. She kinda suggested it. Well more like hinted around at it. After dinner, when you were in the bathroom again, she said something like 'I'm surprised you haven't gotten his motor running yet.' That's when I decided to...take off my panties." Jenna blushed heavily.
I had to try hard, really hard, not to think back on that moment.
"So Trish was consenting, and even goading things along a bit. I suppose I'm okay with that. She seemed to be having fun with it, and if I'm being honest, so was I. So I can't really be mad at that, but still, in the future we should at least talk about it first, so I'm aware everything is consenting, and what the boundaries are."
Jenna nodded in agreement. "Of course. I suppose I should tell you this as well: Trish and I...well...she used to come over and watch guys on Omegle with me sometimes. We'd get tipsy or smoke some weed and tease the guys mercilessly all night. So it wasn't exactly her first time watching a naked guy get a boner."
