During my early days with Sigma Eps, I was often amused by the various means Karen used to get messages to me. The messages themselves were innocuous - "I need to see you", "See me after class", things like that - but passing them on seemed to require a series of subterfuges worthy of a James Bond film. Still, they usually involved a pretty girl or two, so who was I to complain?
In general, a pretty girl would start up a conversation - usually after class. I might get a hug or kiss out of the deal, but when I collected my books, I'd find a note stuck between the pages. Or maybe I'd find a note in my jacket pocket. On one memorable occasion, I wound up in a five-minute clinch after class and I found the note in my underwear. Ah, those were the days....
This time was less dramatic. The note was in my history book, just a request to see Karen after class. I had nothing urgent on my plate, so I headed out right then.
Karen met me at the door with a smile, a hug and a kiss, pretty much in that order. She waved me to a chair and handed me a picture. It showed a pretty girl with rich brown hair, full lips curved upward in a cheerful smile and a lush figure, dressed in tight jeans and t-shirt. "Remember her?"
"Her name's Ann, isn't it?" She nodded. "I think she was a year behind me, dated a guy named Neil." I grinned crookedly. "She wore painted-on jeans, shorts, tight t-shirts, halters... she was very decorative."
Karen smiled. "She's with us now and Neil is in the running to join the auxiliaries. She has an unusual request and I thought I'd give you first crack at it, since you still need three more approvals. Incidentally, this assignment is good for
two
points."
"Okay, that's weird. Care to explain?"
"Well, it's an unusual request, like I said. Ann wants you to join her and Neil over the weekend."
"That's not that unusual; I mean, I've never done a threesome with another guy, but it was bound to come up sooner or later."
Karen smiled. "You're halfway there. Would it help if I tell you that Neil thinks he might be bisexual? Ann wants him to take those last few steps and find out for sure."
I found my breath. "What made you think of me?"
"Several things. When we discussed this possibility, back when we first recruited you, you didn't freak out. You didn't give us a definite yes, but you didn't slam the door on the idea either. You know Ann and Neil, so there's the benefit of familiarity if not yet friendship. Also I want you to be a permanent part of the auxiliaries and this will get you very close to that goal."
I took a deep breath. "If I agree to this - and I'm not saying I will - what do I have to do?"
"Ann and Neil will pick you up after classes Friday and take you to their apartment - they live off-campus, but it's close enough to walk. I went there yesterday and checked it out. They only have the one bed, but it's a queen-size. Still" - she grinned wickedly - "it'll be pretty intimate with three people in it. They also have a couch if you'd prefer that. Other than that" - she shrugged - "you have sex with them. BOTH of them. Sunday night they'll take you back to your place, unless" - that grin again - "you want to spend another night and go home in the morning."
"Okay... But specifically, what am I expected to do?"
"Specifically... Neil will suck your cock until you cum. Then you play around till you get hard again, and then you fuck Neil's ass till you cum again. You also satisfy Ann, alone or with Neil." She grinned. "Gonna be a busy weekend... You can also suck Neil off or let him fuck you, but that's strictly voluntary." She tilted her head to one side, considering. "If I were you, I wouldn't disregard any possibilities. I'm not saying you
have
to do it - that's your choice. But you can go into this dreading it, or you can decide to enjoy it, come what may. Let's face it, having sex with Neil won't make you bi - unless you already are and just haven't figured it out yet. Truthfully, most of our sisters aren't really bi. They don't crave pussy, but they're horny - and they figure an orgasm is an orgasm.
If you do go through with this...? when Neil is sucking you off... I bet if you close your eyes and just feel - I bet you won't be able to tell the difference."
I was quiet for what seemed a very long time, then - "I want to think about this. When do you want an answer?"
"This is Monday... Let's say you give me your answer by noon Wednesday. If you decide it's not for you, I'll have a couple of days to find someone else." She turned suddenly serious eyes on me. "And if you do decide not to take this assignment, I want you to ask yourself what your reasons are." She grinned suddenly. "I know, it sounds like I'm pushing. I'm not, not really - I just want an actual decision, not a knee-jerk reaction."
"That's fair. I'll let you know what I decide by Wednesday, earlier if I can."
I slept alone that night, though it's not strictly accurate to call it sleeping. Mostly I examined my attitude toward homosexuality from every angle I could think of. Easy enough to claim tolerance when you think you'll never have to make the decision - but now I was being asked to decide, and I had to be able to live with my answer.
By that morning I was pretty sure what my answer would be, and by noon I was certain of it. I called Karen before last-minute jitters could change my mind. I told her to have Ann and Neil pick me up any time after four Friday afternoon.
"You don't have to answer this, but I
am
curious... what made you say yes?"
"Well, it seems to me now that I didn't join Sigma Eps just so I could have lots of sex. Sure, I wanted to get laid regularly, but I also wanted to try different things." I grinned. "This is definitely different. I guess it's like going to a restaurant and ordering something you've never eaten before. You might like it or you might hate it, but at least you'll know. Besides" - I grinned again - "a steady diet of McDonald's burgers might get awfully old after awhile."
"Okay, I'll call Ann and tell her the good news. Let me know how it works out...."
Something went wrong with time the next three days. Sometimes it seemed to fly by with feverish haste; at other times it moved with the speed of an arthritic zombie in a tar pit.
By Thursday night I could stand it no longer. I called Karen and somehow managed to wheedle Ann's number out of her; then I called Ann. She seemed surprised to hear from me, but we talked for a few minutes and I could feel some of the tension ease. I asked to speak to Neil and we talked for a bit, just shooting the breeze... Eventually I brought the subject round to the upcoming weekend. It was rocky going at first, but finally we got down to the subject that was obsessing us both.
It turned out that Neil was as nervous as I was. We stumbled around the subject for awhile and then Ann took the phone. "Hang on, Nick, I'm going to calm him down." She passed the phone back to Neil and then I heard a sigh. "She's sucking me off, Nick."
"As it happens, that's one of the subjects I wanted to talk about."
"Blowjobs?"
"Yes, and anal sex."
The ice didn't just break then; it disintegrated. Suddenly we were just two guys hanging out, talking about sex. I heard Neil cum and then Ann came back on the line. She spoke just one word.
"Tomorrow."
Ann and Neil picked me up just after four Friday afternoon, took me to their apartment. It was a typical student apartment, sparsely furnished with little personal touches added by successive tenants. I was looking around when Ann kicked off her sandals and toppled bonelessly into an easy chair.
"Time's wasting," she said with a grin. "Take off your clothes." Suiting the action to the word, she tugged at the neck of her halter, stripping it away, letting it drop. Cutoff jean shorts followed, then bikini panties. She had an all-over tan, unmarred by tan lines. "What are you waiting for?," she demanded, hands fisted on her hips. "Strip!"
I turned to Neil with a grin. "I think she means it, Neil." His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing a muscular, nearly hairless chest. I worked my tee over my head in time to see Neil toss his shirt in the general direction of the couch; mine followed. I stepped closer, drew Neil into my arms. His skin was hot against mine. "Let me," I said, my throat dust-dry. He gave a curt nod, then shivered visibly as I glided gentle hands over his chest, down to the waistband of his jeans. I felt his hands on my back, then squeezing my ass. I unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, pushed them to his knees. I heard a strangled "Oh yeah..." and a whimper from behind me, but I didn't turn.
I nudged my fingers beneath Neil's waistband and then I felt his cock, long and thick and hard. I curled my fingers around it, stroking lightly but firmly. "Oh God..." he moaned. "Don't stop..."
I did, though - just long enough to shove his boxers to mid-thigh. I recaptured his cock then, my other hand gently cupping and caressing his balls. I turned us in a slow arc, never stopping what I was doing. When I could see Ann without craning my neck, I stopped; from this angle we all had a good view of the action. Ann had two fingers deep in her pussy; the other hand was cupping a breast, squeezing it, pinching and tugging at the nipple.
I'd spent a couple of hours Thursday night in the Sigma Eps library - which was mostly erotica. I'd read stories of gay sex, looked at pictures of naked men and I felt confident that I could get through this weekend without freaking out... I smiled at Neil and said, "This is your party... whatever you want, I'll do my best."
