Disclaimer: All characters and events in my stories are purely fictional and all characters are of legal age of consent. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental.
Author's Note: I was talking to some friends at a party about what we'd do for a million dollars, and the thought sparked this story in my mind. I tried to play on some of the stuff that we talked about, but hopefully you can all follow.
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Plenty of times, usually when I was drinking with my friends, I'd talked to people about that idea of 'if you were offered a million dollars, is there anything you wouldn't do?'. I always had a hard time answering that question. I knew there were things I wouldn't do for money -- no matter how much money -- but where I drew the line was always a bit fuzzy to me. Of course, it's not like I'd ever have a situation like that actually come up.
Or so I always said, so I wouldn't torture myself with the details.
My boyfriend asked me that question one time when we were hanging out, even though we'd only been together for a few weeks at that point. I think I might have been a little too conservative with my answers at that time, because it'd come up again a few times in the four years we'd been together and the possibilities seemed to grow each time. Of course I'd never kill someone for money, that one was easy. But would I lie? Would I move across the world and leave my old life behind, if I had all that money to start a new one however I wanted?
I remembered that question all the sudden a few weeks ago when I was at the corner store, buying a lottery ticket. I don't waste my money on those things, but my friends James and Emma asked me to pick it up on my way to visit. When I dreamed about how to answer that question, it felt a lot like dreaming about how I'd feel if I won the lottery. In fact, I bet the odds were about the same too.
No, I was more concerned about the near future and real attainable goals. Ones like buying a house, like going on a few little vacations, like taking some time off to work on my passions.
James was a bit more reasonable, but Emma was always spending money on things. Unlike me and Peter, they were going to take forever to save up. Life isn't about that one in a million chance: It's about working hard and sticking to a plan.
Then again, they seemed happy enough. James was an editor and Emma was a secretary, and they could afford to live in a nice apartment downtown. I was always a little jealous of how nice their place looked... and I guess how nice they looked themselves. James was a somewhat muscular black guy with thick wavy hair and these intense dark eyes. Emma was a beautiful blonde with a curvy body and a gorgeous smile. I think she was the main reason I'd realized that I was bi, though we both got into relationships after only a couple drunken kisses.
I knew that we'd never actually do anything, but that didn't keep me and Peter from fantasizing. Any time we were thinking about something besides our own sex, it was something about James or Emma -- or both. We'd considered asking them to do a swap or something, but those thoughts had never grown into anything more than an incredibly hot fantasy.
"Hey Laura!" Emma said, beaming at me. "Come in, come in."
She moved out of the way and rushed me to the couch, where she sat me down. I admired the nice interior design while Emma and I went over the basics. I was fine, she was doing great, I wanted tea, that kind of stuff. When James came in from his walk to the grocery store, the whole feel of the room shifted.
Instantly, I could tell that they were itching to say something.
"What would you do if your friends just won the lottery and had enough to share?" Emma asked, with an oddly specific spin on the question.
"You guys didn't actually win" I asserted.
Instead of answering, Emma grinned and nodded. James sat down on the couch next to me, leaning back. I turned to look at him, hoping he'd tell me what was actually going on.
"We want to share some of it with you" he said.
It started to sink in that they might not be joking.
"You actually won?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah."
"And you want to share the winnings with me?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Uh... wow."
Emma excitedly moved to my side of the counter, staring at me intensely.
"We didn't win THAT much, but we could pay you like... fifty thousand."
"That's amazing."
As I looked at her, Emma bit her lip. She looked like she had more to say.
"But we want to ask for something back" she finally managed.
I turned my head side to side, looking at both of them.
"Like what?"
Emma hesitated, long enough that James decided to take over.
"We want you to have a threesome with us."
There was silence.
"You can't be serious..."
James nodded.
"We thought about it, and you're the only one we both feel comfortable with... so it's kind of you or nothing."
"But... I'm not single."
Emma giggled.
