How I Got a Harem: the beginning

In high school I was in love with my best friend, Ashley. Ashley was a lovely girl with jet black hair that bounced in curls down to her shoulders. She had a face that was both cute and gorgeous and a smile that melted me. She was of medium height, maybe 5’5”, with a curvy but trim body. I drooled for years over her full breasts, perfectly proportioned C-cups, that she displayed in tight t-shirts. She was down to earth and funny, not at all stuck up even though she got plenty of attention, and I absolutely adored her.

Even though Ashley was constantly being hit on, she didn’t show much interest in any guys at our school, except me. I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, Ashley liked me so much. She had her pick of guys and she chose to be with me, and I wasn’t going to second guess her decision. Ashley and I spent the latter half of high school doing what most high schoolers do: diving blindly into the world of sexuality. Ashley and I fucked like rabbits for about two years, exploring our new desires and emotions. We hit the tip of the iceberg, really, when it came to sexual exploration, but at the time it seemed wild.

When high school finally ended I was heading to the West Coast, across the country, for college. She was still undecided about her future, planning to take a year off, and I asked her to come with me. After both of us pouring our hearts out and some tear-jerking moments, she rejected my final advance and left in tears. I went away to college and our worlds separated.

Four years of college effectively erased Ashley from my mind. Of course I remembered her, but it seemed so long ago and far away. I’d spent my college years fucking many a co-ed and Ashley’s crystal blue eyes were but a distant memory.

Two years out of college, 24 years old, I’d moved to Colorado and had landed quite a unique consulting job. I made a lot of money, especially since I was still single so my expenses were pretty low, and I was able to work from home about 90% of the time. I bought a decent house well out in the deserted wilderness because I liked the peace and quiet. I still made the long trip into the city to hit the bars and meet women but for the most part I had a kingdom to myself. I had never met the right girl to settle down with and so my kingdom was devoid a queen. That would all change in a big way.

A knock on my door at 11:30 at night startled me awake. I had dozed off in my office, trying to finish a bit of work so I could take the next day off, and the noise at the door initially scared me. Who could be here, this late, this far from civilization. I figured burglars or murders probably wouldn’t knock, but who then?

When I gazed through the peephole I saw two figures, shrouded in darkness and wrapped in clothing, huddled together on the porch. It was cold out, snowing lightly, and I could see them shivering. When I opened the door and one stepped forward I finally saw her face: Ashley.

She stood for a second looking me over before throwing her arms around me and squeezing tight. “Mark, oh God, I am so glad to see you!” she said into my shoulder. She had layers of clothing on but feeling her press into me brought back vivid memories. She and her companion had a few bags and looked tired and ragged.

“Ashley, what are you, wait, come in, it’s freezing out,” I said, opening the door and grabbing her bags. She and the other figure, a woman I could see now, stepped inside and shook off their chill. The second woman removed her hood and I saw now she was just a girl, a teenager, and she looked shy and concerned. She had a delicate, lovely face with smooth features and sandy hair. She was as tall as Ashley but looked smaller in stature.

“Mark, this is my… cousin, Tracie,” Ashley said. Tracie smiled warmly at me when I shook her tiny hand and told her to make herself comfortable. “Mark, I know this is crazy, real crazy, but can we crash here for the night?”

“Yeah, of course, you’re not going back out there,” I laughed. I pointed Tracie to a bathroom and then turned to Ashley. “Ash, what gives, how’d you find me?”

“Oh, I kept in touch with some high school friends who’ve kept track of where people spread out to, so, it wasn’t that hard,” she said as she removed her winter layers. Her hair was still dark and curly but a bit shorter than it had been. I was surprised to see a silver ring through her left nostril. She still had a trim figure and hadn’t changed much, though I noticed the hint of a tattoo that started on her upper arm and snuck somewhere behind her clothes.

“What’s going on?” I asked concerned, “Where’s your car?”

“We took a cab. He dropped us off in town, didn’t want to drive up here with the snow.”

“In town?” I asked, shocked. “Then how’d you get up here, its at least a couple of miles?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “we walked.”

“Jesus!”

“Well, we couldn’t afford it anymore anyways. We were heading west and it seems we ran out of money on your doorstep, what are the chances of that?” she smiled, tilting her head and looking at me with a depth of understanding behind her hypnotic eyes.

“Yeah, well, listen, anything you need.”

“Thanks, Mark, really,” she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Tracie returned, sans outer clothing as well, and I saw an athletic form hugged tight by jeans and a t-shirt. I tried to hide the fact that I was checking her out, both of them really, but I was able to ascertain she sported perky breasts, B-cups probably, and a slender body. She had long legs and her smile was breathtaking. Both of them were thrilled when I directed them to the kitchen and offered up something warm to eat.

As they munched I cracked a beer and began to inquire about how they made it all the way out here. Their story seemed sketchy and fragmented, both of them seemed unsure about the details, but the consensus was that Ashley was taking her cousin on a friendly cross country sight-seeing trip. Both of them dodged questions about the timing of the trip, it seemed to me Tracie should’ve been in school at the time. Unsatisfied and certain I hadn’t received the full story, my visitors said they were tired and needed to sleep.

“Well,” I said, “I have spare rooms but no spare beds.”

“It’s ok,” Ashley said, “Tracie can take the couch and I’ll take the floor, if you have some spare blankets and pillows?” I did, so I set them up in the living room before heading upstairs to bed. I was awake for a long while, questions about this new development were bouncing around my head, and at some late hour I heard some noises downstairs.

Curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was convinced there was more going on here than I was told, so I decided to creep down the stairs and investigate. I’ll admit, thoughts of lurid sexual misdeeds did flash through my mind, but I quieted them and assumed I would never be so lucky as to have two bombshell lesbians appear at my front door. Turns out, I was a very, very lucky man.

My carpeted stairs were silent and I snuck with as much stealth as I could muster towards the living room, the source of the mysterious noises. As I got closer I recognized the sounds, flustered grunts and satisfied moans are unmistakable, and my cock began to rise. I stood behind a free-standing pillar at the edge of the living room and peered in, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim moonlight that streamed through the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.

As I’d hoped, there was a tangle of lesbian sex in my living room.