How Polygamy Begins – 3

[Rachel]

I arrive at Quins before 9:00 a.m. and see Connie, Heather, and Sue are already seated.

“A little anxious this morning,” I say?

“What!” says Sue, “We just got here.”

“Yeah, well in two years, Heather has never been less than fifteen minutes late, and yet everyone is right on time this morning,” I say with a smirk on my face.

“Alright, so we’re anxious,” says Connie.

“I don’t think Jay was very happy we were meeting without him this morning. He got this sad dejected look of worry on his face, like we were kicking him out of our group,” I say.

“Well that’s absurd,” Says Connie “He’s the best friend… and ahh lover any of us have ever had. If anything, I want to spend even more time with him.”

“Okay, well we can straighten that out with him when he gets here,” I say. “So who wants to go first?”

For the next hour, we drink Mimosas and each of us tell the others about the wonderful dates, and sex we had with Jay. It became immediately apparent that he knew each of us better than we knew ourselves. Listening to the extravagance and planning that went into each date made my heart flutter.

“Girls, I’m still ashamed that we seem to know so little about the guy we call a best friend forever,” says Connie. “I mean, all he needed to do was take us on a cheap date and take us to bed. Instead, he must have spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on each of us. I mean I never felt like he was trying to impress me on our date, but Oh my god, afterward… well… I was impressed. Did anyone even know he had money?”

“Well, I did know his family had money, but you know our Jay, not exactly mister flashy,” says Rachel. “I mean he drives a five-year-old BMW X5, so you have to know he isn’t exactly poor.”

“He never acted rich before our dates,” says Sue, “he’s always been humble and caring”

“So what do we know about his family,” asked Connie.

“Well,” says Rachel, “I’ve met his family and been to his house once. His dad is a Venture Capitalist, and his mom is an executive for a Record Label. He has a younger sister, he calls her Mel, and an older brother Adam.”

“What’s a Venture Capitalist,” asks Heather?

“They’re business people that have the knowledge and a lot of money. They use that money to invest in businesses that are in trouble, or just starting up. Then they use their knowledge to save the business and make it successful,” says Sue. “Have you ever watched that show Shark Tank?”

“Yes,” replies Heather.

“Well those guys are Venture Capitalists,” replies Sue.

“Girls, I know the cat’s out of the proverbial bag with the date’s, and how much we all know Jay spent on us. Although, Jay never wanted anyone to know he has money. He asked me to never divulge that his parents were loaded, so keep it to yourselves, okay,” Asks Rachel.

“Rachel, I love Jay, and I don’t care if he does or doesn’t have money. He could have taken me for a walk in the park, and I would have been just as happy with our date. Girls, I’m just going to say it; I’m deeply in love with Jay,” extols Connie!

“What about us Connie,” asks Sue? “I’m in love with Jay too.”

“And what about Heather and me,” asks Rachel? “I don’t know about Heather, but I’ve loved Jay since I first met him, I just always thought he was out of reach.”

“I’m with Rachel, I don’t know if I’m ready for wedding bells, but Jay certainly rang my bell,” says Heather.

“Girls, we can’t all have Jay, he’s going to have to choose one of use,” says Connie.

“Connie, Jay would rather have all of us as best friends, then one of us as a lover or wife,” says Sue.

“And why can’t we all have him, asks Heather? We all just spent the last two weeks all having sex with him. Did anyone get hurt, is anyone jealous of the other three? We had sex with Jay and each other the mornings after and made that work. So, I repeat, Why can’t we all have him?”

“Heather, really, what would people say,” asks Connie. “Not to mention, at worst it’s called polygamy and it’s illegal, or at least it’s polyamory, which is frowned upon.”

“Who cares what anyone thinks, I mean really, I love you guys, and I love Jay. No one has the right to tell me who I love.”

We all sit contemplating Heather’s words looking at each other and drinking our Mimosas. Sue was right though, it would crush Jay to have to choose one of us over the others. We had two choices, we were either all lovers or not. There could be no in-between, as Connie so eloquently put it, we had to remain equal.

“So girls, what are we going to do,” asks Sue? “Jay will be here any minute, and we can’t hurt him; no matter what.”

“Girls, I think we need to take a step back. We all love Jay, but the truth is that we helped our best friend come out of his shell. He’s a great guy, and we need to continue to help him, so he never goes back in a shell. I think he needs successes with other women, so he’s not afraid of being rejected again.” says Rachel.

“I agree with Rachel, says Heather. I love Jay, but we’re the first girls he’s ever been with. If we stick him in a cage, he could have regrets later. He needs to explore and experience his newfound awakening.”

“NO, exclaims Connie! I’ll share him with you guys, but I don’t want to even think about him with anybody else.”

“Connie honey, Heather and Rach are right, says Sue. I gave him my virginity, and now I couldn’t imagine ever having sex with anyone but him. However, I at least had the experience of dating dozens of different guys and learning what I liked and didn’t like. Jay only knows us, and pardon the expression, but we were easy. At least for Jay we were anyway.”

“Yeah Connie, says Rachel, up until now Jay has been… well… just one of the girls.”

“Jay is not a girl,” says Connie!

“Honey we know Jay is all man… god is he a man, says Sue, but what Rach was saying is we never looked at him as a person beyond just being one of us. Until last week you all thought he was gay.”

“What do you mean, ‘you all’,” asks Rachel?

“I mean, I have always suspected or known Jay was not gay,” says Sue. “I thought he could have been maybe asexual, but suspected he was just super shy like I was. We took him to Jaspers, and those good-looking gay guys hit on him. He was totally oblivious, and I never caught him looking at any guys. Us though, I’ve caught him looking at us plenty.”

“I’ve never caught Jay staring at me,” says Rachel.

“Oh, and you probably never will, says Sue; Jay is slick about it. I suspect he is good at using his peripheral vision. I’ve been carrying on a conversation with him before when one of you was changing behind me. I’ll get this feeling that he’s not really looking at me, even though he’s looking straight at me. I’ll make a funny face, and he doesn’t react. Either he’s daydreaming in the middle of our conversation, or focusing on something, or someone else in his vision. I know he hears every word I say, so I don’t believe he’s daydreaming.”

“I don’t know whether to smack him or hug him for that,” says Heather.

“Heather, Jay has never been anything but our best friend, and now lover,” says Rachel. “I don’t care if he looked at me, or wanted me secretly. It’s not like any of us weren’t trying to get him to look. I made a mistake two years ago by labeling a friend. I realize now if I had forced a date with him, we would have gone out once or twice, I would have thought he was lame, and he would only be a distant memory. Instead, the four of us have one of the best friends anyone could ask for. I can’t regret how this all started.”

We all sit contemplating for a few minutes while sipping our Mimosas. The waitress comes over and asks if we would like to order yet, as it’s after 11:00, and brunch ends at 11:30.

“Rachel, where’s Jay,” asks Connie; “he’s always right on time? It’s 11:05.”

“I don’t know, he was still sleeping when I left, but I set the alarm for 10:30.”

“I’m calling him, says Connie. [Ring] ‘This is Jason, leave a message’ Jay honey, it’s Connie and the girls, we’re waiting for you at Quins, hurry up and get here, we miss you.”

[Jay]

My eyes open to music coming from my phone, its 10:34. I look around, but Rach is gone. “RACH” No answer, and where are the girls, they usually wake us up after a date. I hope they aren’t mad because everyone didn’t get backstage passes. I lay in bed a while longer before getting up to take my shower. I start the shower before looking into the mirror, only to look at myself surprised; I was covered in marks… teeth marks. What the hell bit me I think… wait, I remember Rachel kept biting me. Oww, this one on my chest stings.

I had just stepped in the shower when I heard the phone ring, but let it go to voice mail. The bite on my chest really stings and bleeds a little as I wash it. I get out of the shower hearing the phone ring again, but dry off and put some ointment on the bite. ‘Damn Rach, that really hurts’ I think to myself.

I finally reached for my phone, it’s 11:26, and see Connie has called twice, and Sue was the last call. It dawns on me ‘OH SHIT, QUINS’. I hurry and get dressed, and grab my phone on the way to the door. I pressed redial as I open the door, only to hear Sue’s ring tone. The door opens to the four girls standing in a semi-circle around my door.

“Hi Jay, we’re standing outside your door waiting for you,” says Sue, while smirking at me.

“Girls, I am so sorry! I was totally out of it this morning, and just realized it was Sunday.”

“Jay, there’s blood on your shirt, says Connie”

“Oh, I thought it quit bleeding.”

Connie quickly lifts my shirt and Connie, Heather, and Sue let out gasps.

“What the fuck!” said Heather.

Rachel tries to slowly back out of the room as the other girls look at the bites all over my chest and stomach.

“Oh no you don’t!” exclaims Heather. As she turns and grabs Rachel. “What the fuck did you do Rach!”

“What, they’re just love bites,” says Rachel.

“That bitch is not a love bite,” says Connie; pointing to the bleeding bite on my chest.

“No, that one was punishment,” answers Rachel.

“Punishment for what,” asks Sue.

“Do you want to tell them, or should I,” answers Rachel?

I replied, “last night Rach and I were having sex in front of the stage. Rachel had an orgasm, so I pulled out of her, and the girl next to us grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She asked me if my girlfriend would share, and I told her no. She told me too bad and pushed my cock into my pants and let go. That’s when Rachel turned around and gave the girl a look before taking my arms and wrapping them around her.”

“And how long was she holding your cock,” asks Connie?

“I don’t know, it all happened so fast, maybe 30 seconds.”

“Try more like a minute dickhead!” exclaims Rachel.

“Oh, well Jay honey, I understand why Rach was mad,” says Connie.

“What was I supposed to do, nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Rachel and I were having sex in public, I didn’t exactly want to draw attention to us, so I just politely declined her offer. I mean, I didn’t ask her to grab me.”

“Listen Dickh…” “RACH, let me handle this,” exclaims Connie.

“Jay honey, we know you didn’t ask for it, but you need to understand that in today’s world, women can be just as depraved and inappropriate as men can. The four of us have all had to deal with inappropriate touching.” Connie quickly grabs my ass. “Now slide your hand between your body and my hand and gently move it away.”

I do as Connie says. “Now look at me and say ‘Sorry, I’m taken, but thanks for the compliment.’”

I respond, “Sorry, I’m taken, but thanks for the compliment.”

“Great, now that whole action would have taken less than ten seconds. Most girls would have backed off, and Rach probably wouldn’t have thought twice about it. It was the lingering time that pissed Rach off, as it would have the rest of us. Baby, it showed that you liked it, and that’s what pissed Rach off.”

“So is that what you girls do when someone grabs you,” I ask?

Heather laughs, “Oh hell no, someone grabs me, they’re getting slugged, my drink in their face, or both.”

“Yeah, but baby, girls can get away with defending themselves. If a guy did that to a girl, he’s getting his ass beat by the guys around, and will end up in jail. You just stick with polite as possible, Okay,” says Rachel.

“Well that’s what I was trying to do last night, and you bit me for it.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to bite you so hard. But you know how to act in the future, so I trust you will be much more discrete next time.”

“Girls, I need to get something to eat.”

“We do to sweetie, we were waiting for you at Quins, but you never came. All we’ve had are Mimosas,” says Connie.

“Oh, I’m sorry, let’s go back to Quins, maybe they’ll make our favorites anyway.”

We head back to Quins and are greeted by Megan Quin our normal server, and half owner of the restaurant. Megan immediately comes to me and hugs me. Then, steps back and slugs me in the arm.

“What the hell Jay!” says Megan.” We waited for you for two hours this morning. Fred and I were worried sick that something happened to you.”

“I’m sorry Meg, last night was a little crazy. I woke up late this morning in a daze, it took a bit longer than usual for my brain to engage,” I say getting laughs from everyone. “Do you think Fred could still whip up the usual?”

“I don’t know Jay, Fred stood ready to make five orders of Eggs Benedict for two hours this morning. He was pretty upset you didn’t show. I think he’s going to require some groveling on your part,” says Megan with a little grin on her face.

All the girls look at me and then point to the kitchen door. I slink back to the kitchen;

“JAY WHAT THE HELL,” says Fred.

“Hey Fred, sorry I kept you waiting this morning. It was a crazy night last night, I woke up late and didn’t remember what day it was.”

“Those girls keeping you hopping son,” answers Fred with a wink.

“They are a handful, you have no idea Fred. Hey, you think you could still whip up our usual,” I ask.

“I don’t know Jay, you kinda messed up my mojo this morning.”

“Fred man, I’m begging you, the girls are going to string me up if I don’t get them their Eggs Benedict.”

“Weeelll, Okay, since you guys are my best customers, I’ll take care of you. But you owe me one Jay,” answers Fred.

“Fred man, you and Meg are the best. Anything you ever need of me, just ask.”

“Count on it,” retorts Fred.

Fred and Megan Quin are co-owners of Quins Cafe & Grill. They have been married for 32 years but never had children. Megan liked to say, one child, Fred, was enough for her. They had both worked on Wall Street and made enough money to retire in their 40s. After traveling for a few years they decided they had had enough, and wanted to do something they’d enjoy. Fred had always loved grilling food, and Megan was a gourmet chef at home.

Fred and Megan were driving their motor home through town about five years ago when they broke down. They had coasted into the parking lot of a dumpy little grill on a Sunday morning at 9 a.m. Fred went to the door to find in locked but saw someone inside, so he knocked. After talking to the owner, he found out the place was for sale, so he bought the place. That dumpy little grill was torn down and rebuilt into Quins Cafe & Grill.

I get back to our corner booth with a sad expression on my face. The girls all looking at me with disappointment until I smiled and told them Fred was making our brunch. “Yay, they all scream.”

“Good thing,” says Heather, “we were fully prepared to strip off your clothes, and make you walk home naked if you failed.”

“So Jay, you know the girls and I talked this morning about our dates,” says Connie. “Well, we all loved that you quite literally came up with the perfect date for each of us.

“Yeah baby,” says Rachel, “it showed us how much you pay attention to each of us. And the sex, my god Jay, you even custom-tailored the sex for each of us.”

“Not that we have a single complaint, but why Jay,” ask Sue? “We were all quite literally a sure thing, you could have taken us to Applebee’s, Chili’s, or something, and you still would have had sex with all of us.”

The girls all look at me intently as I contemplate my response for a moment. “Girls… you are the best friends I have in the world. I’ve listened to every bad date or bad relationship story you told me or cried on my shoulder about. I always thought to myself, ‘If you were my girl, I would have shown you the time of your life. I would have made sure you felt loved and respected.’ So, when I finally got my chance to impress you, I took it.

“But Jay honey,” retorts Sue. “You didn’t need to impress us or buy our love. We love you for who you are.”

“You misunderstand me Sue, it wasn’t about the money, I love you guys. Yes, I did spend a lot on each of you, but what I wanted to impress you with, was how much I cared, and how much I knew each of you. I didn’t want you to just have a good time, I wanted you to have a good memory. So even if that was the only date we ever went on, you’ll still remember it ten or twenty years from now. That… that you’ll always remember me.”

“Jay honey,” retorts Connie, “we will always remember those dates, but even without the dates, I could never forget you, not as long as I live.” The other three girls respond in kind.

“Thank you girls, you don’t know how much that means to me,” I respond.

Our brunch arrives, and we all eat and have the normal chit chat about campus life. Until Heather turns the conversation to me.

“Jay baby,” asks Heather, “we all know you don’t act like you have money, but you drive a five-year-old BMW; so we know you’re not poor. I guess what I’m getting at is, how could you afford those dates?”

“Jay, you don’t have to answer that,” responds Connie. “I wouldn’t care if you were poor.”

“Yeah Jay, we all love you for who you are,” says Rachel.

“I know you guys don’t care about money, I answer. My family is wealthy, but growing up I came to realize many of my so-called friends, were only my friends because my family was rich. In High School I started driving an old beat-up car, I bought my clothes from goodwill, usually a size or two big, and I just lived cheap. If people didn’t want to know me because of my clothes, or the car I drove, I didn’t need them anyway.

The girls in middle school I’ve told you about, I thought they were my friends.