Many thanks to Linda62953 for first editing and improving this story.
Immense gratitude to BeautifulStorm, the hardest working editor on this site, who not only applied incredible expertise but also tremendous effort in following through to make sure the story turned out much better than I ever thought it could be.
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As much as they loved each other, Holly, Felicia and Jasmine usually didn't see eye to eye.
They often talked about how strange it was that they had become BFFs in college despite how much they disagreed about everything -- from the clothes they liked to their favorite foods and music to their sex lives.
The differences didn't matter to them because they knew each of them would listen to the others without judging them and was so loyal to the other two that she would do anything for them without hesitation. They loved to get together whenever they could and disagree with each other as they talked about everything in their lives.
All of them had decided to stay in the town where they graduated from college. Since none of their families was closer than a hundred miles away, they formed a tight support group that was like a family in many ways. Unless something important interfered, they were all together every Friday around six for family dinner, as they called it.
Their boyfriends, Will, Barry and Peter, knew to schedule Friday evenings without them and often had a boys night out that evening. Through double and triple dating, they had gotten to know each other and were also friends.
At family dinner, Jasmine, Holly and Felicia examined each other's lives in fine detail. The evening was part confessional, part group therapy and part mentoring, but mostly, it was three women who knew that no matter what they told their friends, they could count on good advice and support. There were no secrets.
The topics of boyfriend immaturity and lack of commitment came up often. They took turns being exasperated and counseling patience. Recently, their relationships all seemed to be solidifying, and each of them expected her boyfriend to pop the question within the next year.
Just in case that didn't happen, they helped each other formulate backup plans, including ultimatums and moving on. Though they all felt their love was reciprocated, they knew that if they turned out to be wrong, the support of their friends would help them get through anything.
Talking about sex was the most fun. All three regaled the others with intimate and even embarrassing details of everything they tried. Everyone benefited from the girls comparing notes, especially the boys, who enjoyed exciting surprises in bed as a result of the discussions.
During one heavy Friday interchange about the strange things that turned them and their boyfriends on, they all agreed that they knew so much about everyone's sex lives that if they could find a way to blindfold their boyfriends, each could imitate the others well enough that the boyfriend would never know the difference. Not that they'd ever do anything like that.
On another Friday night, Jasmine complained that she was angry with Peter because he had come in her mouth again. When she scolded him and reminded him of the many times she had told him how much that disgusted her, he again gave the excuse that he couldn't help himself.
"That's bullshit!" Holly exclaimed. "Will tells me the same thing."
"Barry, too," Felicia said, "and he knows how much I hate it."
That turned the conversation to something that had never come up before: They all knew what they liked when it came to sex. But what did they hate?
They quickly found out that there were two things all of them absolutely despised: the taste of come in their mouths and anal sex. Each of them had agreed to anal once, and despite promises and precautions, the episodes had started as extremely uncomfortable and ended as painful and degrading.
In trying to find the reason why anal made them feel humiliated, they first thought it might be because they felt they were treated like objects. They quickly decided that wasn't the problem. They often enjoyed being used as objects during sex and often used their boyfriends as objects, too. Their men had all told them they were turned on by being treated as objects.
They finally decided that the thing they hated most about anal -- after the pain and discomfort inside -- was that their boyfriends could tell how distasteful and agonizing it was for the girls, yet they just kept right on going as if the girls were robots. The cold-blooded humiliation hurt the most.
The boys never stopped asking for another chance to show them how anal wouldn't be as bad as it had been the first time. They came up with all kinds of imaginative and persuasive arguments. They would say anything for another chance to get into their asses.
Coming into their mouths was simple selfishness. There was no reason why they couldn't pull out in time. But the pleasure they were getting made them forget about the revulsion the girls felt. Again, the humiliation was worse than anything else.
"I probably would let Will come in my mouth occasionally," said Holly, "like for a birthday or anniversary, because I know he enjoys it. I would endure it as a special present for him. But since he has his accidents all the time, it doesn't mean anything to him that I have to run to the bathroom each time to wash my mouth out before I throw up."
They had pretty much exhausted the subject by the time they needed to go home, and unlike most Friday nights, the end of this family dinner found all of them quiet and frowning. Then a smile lit up Felicia's face, and her voice was bright and positive as she spoke.
"Hey, girlfriends, I just thought of something that's put me in a better mood. The three of us have solved every challenge that any of us ever had, whether at work, with our families or in our personal lives.
"These are just two more problems, and I'm planning to spend some time this week thinking of ideas to solve them. How about you?"
"You're right," Holly said. "I bet if we put our heads together, we can come up with something that will work for all of us."
"Something already popped into my mind," Jasmine said. "Too bad it's illegal. I know I'll come up with some better ideas by next Friday."
"Don't censor yourselves," said Felicia. "I want to hear every single idea, no matter how far out. Just hearing them is going to make me feel better."
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As they sat down for family dinner the following week, all of them were bursting. Some of the ideas that poured out of them were so nasty and sadistic that there were shocked gasps before the lusty laughter.
By the time dessert was on the table, they had crossed off all the outrageous suggestions and were getting more subdued as they realized that they were getting close to something they might actually be able to do. Holly cleared her throat and spoke.