HOW TO HAVE A THREESOME: PART 4

PART FOUR: THE TRUTH WILL GET YOU LAID


Over the course of the next week, Renee dominated my schedule. She would send me dirty text messages when I was at work, sometimes accompanied by photos which would often prompt me to lock myself in the bathroom and jack off. Then she would come over when I got home and either blow me, or finger herself while I jerked off. We made out a lot and she was always adamant that I cum somewhere on her body. I even came on her feet once. It was crazy. We still weren’t having sex though and she still had a boyfriend.

I hadn’t seen Amanda in several days, so I gave her a call to mix things up. She agreed to have dinner with me that night. Renee was way ahead of the game, but she hadn’t won. I had to keep her on her toes so I texted her.

ME: Can’t play tonight. Going out with Amanda again.

RENEE: Fine.

She was pissed.


Amanda had finally gotten a job and she wanted to celebrate. We went out for sushi and sake. She told me all about her new job as a lab assistant doing water testing. It all sounded monumentally boring, but she seemed excited by it. We had been out for almost three hours and four bottles of sake when Amanda finally addressed the elephant in the room. “So, are you still seeing that girl Renee?”

“Quite a lot actually.” I smiled, continuing my theme of 100% honesty.

“Oh!” she sat quietly for a moment and poured herself another glass. “Did you sleep with her?”

“I did sleep with her, yes.” I paused to savor Amanda’s anticipation. “But we have not had sex yet.” I laughed.

Amanda was hard to get a read on. Maybe it was because she was older than Renee. Maybe she was better at disguising her emotions, or maybe it was just that she was genuinely fascinated by what I was doing. “Do you think you ever will?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Really it’s up to her I guess. She has a boyfriend, so I guess it all depends on what her moral compass will allow.”

“Yeah, she has a boyfriend, but she makes out with you and gives you hand jobs? I don’t get her.” She sighed.

“She doesn’t get you either.” I said.

“What? I’m single. I can do whatever I want.” Amanda said defiantly.

“I agree. She just thinks it’s weird that you know about her and the stuff that she and I do together and you still hang out with me.”

“What can I say? I’m fascinated.” She laughed. “So, did you tell her about what we did?” she asked.

“Of course. I’m not keeping anything from anyone.” I smiled.

“Oh shit.” Amanda said as her eyes widened. “What did she say?”

“She said she could make me cum faster than you.” I laughed.

“What? You told her how long it took me to make you cum?” She was clearly angry.

“She asked me.” I said.

“And?”

“And what?” I asked, smiling.

“And, what did she do?” she pressed.

I swallowed a bite of sashimi. “She took off her clothes and gave me a blowjob.”

Amanda sat wide-eyed for a minute. “Can we get the check please?”


I figured that was it. Amanda had had enough of the little game. We got back to the house and instead of heading to Jamie’s place, she was walking to my door. Over her shoulder she asked “If I stay over tonight, is she going to show up at 2 in the morning again?” I was shocked.

“No. I told her I was going out with you tonight.” I said confused.

“Good.” She said as I let her inside. I followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She seemed upset with me. She hadn’t said anything since we left the restaurant and I was registering a great deal of animosity from her. Finally she turned to me and asked “How are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” I asked.

“Making two women crazy about you despite the fact that you are acting like a complete asshole.” She said.

“I read somewhere that women like assholes.” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

“That’s not funny.” She smirked.

I took a step toward her and crossed my arms. “I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong here. I like both of you and have fun with both of you. I’m not lying to either of you about anything. You’re both free to walk away any time you like.” She was staring at me with those icy blue eyes. Then she raised an eyebrow.

“I just figured it out.” She said triumphantly.

“What?” I asked.

“How you’re doing it. I figured it out just now.” She continued. “It’s because you don’t care.” she trailed off. “You don’t care about what anyone thinks and it makes us dumb girls want to make you care about us.” She looked at me like a science project.

“If you say so.” I shrugged.

She looked at me for twenty seconds as though she were in deep thought. Finally she rolled her eyes and said “Oh, fuck it.” She crossed the room and threw her arms around me.