A happy Frey.

Once in my bedroom, I took out my phone and texted Sarah to tell her I made it home without issues. Then I threw myself back on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a long, long while.

What a day. What a weekend. What a fucking week it had been!

Just a week ago I was a social outcast virgin with no hope of ever getting laid, but by now I’d had more sex than most guys my age. It felt incredible. The word ‘ecstasy’ fell short to describe it. It was intimate, intense, warm and exciting. And perhaps the most worrying part of it was that it left me wanting more.

Mila, Grace and Sarah. Three girls who clearly loved each other like the best of friends do. They were amazing, patient people who liked being with me despite my stuttering, my nerves, my fears… They were incredible, and this feeling growing stronger in my chest made me ashamed of myself.

I had fallen for them. I was in love with all three of them.

Yeah, yeah. It had only been a week, but can you really blame me? I know guys who fall for a girl just because she’s nice when talking to them. I was a young man, starved for any sort of affection and these girls were giving me far more than they should’ve. I made out with Mila in the mornings, I’d had my dick between Grace’s tits, Sarah let me fuck her in her own kitchen! How could I NOT be madly in love? Even if I knew I shouldn’t be.

In love with three girls? That was asking for trouble! They all spoke of the possibility of maybe becoming more than sex friends eventually, but… W-Was I supposed to choose? If so, who? That wasn’t a question with an answer. I knew I wouldn’t be able to.

Mila was a beacon shining bright on my life, cheerful and supportive. Grace was gentle and full of surprises. Sarah was strong and determined, an inspiration.

If I tried to pursue something more serious… would I really have to choose? And if we stayed as sex friends… could things remain as they were?

I picked up my phone and went to my saved pictures. There, I stared at the photos Grace had sent me. Two of her trying on different sets of underwear and another of her in her pajamas showing me some underboob. I swiped to the side and found the picture Mila sent, showing me her beautiful bare chest. I had no pictures of Sarah, sadly. Not yet, at least. Would she really send me pictures or was that just something she said in the heat of the moment? Also, hadn’t she recorded a video of Grace blowing me while I made out with Mila? Though it made sense not to let me have something like that…

I was like that for perhaps an entire hour, lost in my thoughts and my memories of my time with the girls. I was following an endless cycle of contradiction. I knew I shouldn’t be in love, not so quickly and not with three girls, but this was also the best I’d ever felt.

When I finally stood up from my bed to go to my computer, I began wondering why Isabelle hadn’t come to pester me already. Had she given up? Maybe she wasn’t even home yet, as I hadn’t seen her.

Well, as physically refreshed as I felt, I was also mentally exhausted from the damn rollercoaster of nerves and excitement the entire day was. As such, I went to bed pretty early in order to wake up early, too. I didn’t know if the girls remembered about our little idea of meeting in the old music room in the mornings, or if they would feel like it, but… Well, I wouldn’t lose anything being there anyway.

So yeah, I went to sleep and did so surprisingly quickly. I thought it would take me longer, as I didn’t feel that tired. But before I knew it, I opened my eyes to find myself in my bedroom again, only this time there was the shadowy, curvy silhouette of a woman floating in circles near the ceiling.

“God, I feel SO GOOD!” Frey cheered. “I admit, I got really worried when nothing happened on Thursday and Friday, but man did you make up for it this weekend, Oliver. Really good showing, boy!”

I sat up on my dream bed, not as surprised as I was before. Less apathetic, too, but still relatively uncaring. “You seem happy.”

“Kid, you don’t understand how starved I was. I told you I used most of my strength to reshape your body and get the ball rolling with your three friends. It was a big gamble that I’m glad to say paid off in spades. I feel even better than I have in a long time. I knew there was a reason I chose you.”

I tilted my head. “And that is?”

“You have a pretty high libido, kid. Yeah, part of it is that you feel my hunger, but even so. You’d be able to last longer than your average guy on virtue of your own libido alone. Add me to the mix and you’re quite the frightening beast. I thought the way you did it with that silver haired girl was pretty great, but the brunette and the blonde ones?” Frey did a chef’s kiss. An honest to god chef’s kiss. “The wonders one can do with so much time available, right? My impression of you is improving quickly. Please be sure to keep this up.”

“...I’m not sure days like this weekend will be common. You know that, right?”

Frey sighed in resignation. “Yes, yes. Humans have all kinds of things getting in the way of good sex. I’m just asking to keep a constant flow, alright? Sneak a quickie during your recesses, get a blowjob in a bathroom, even fingering or eating a girl out helps. It’s in your best interest as well, you know?”

“How so? Apart from the obvious, I mean.”

“Do you notice how comfortable you are around them? Or how they seem to almost be able to read your mind? This isn’t any sort of mind control or magic pheromones, you know? Every time you have sex with them, the sexual link I established between you and them becomes stronger.” Frey sat down on a non-existent chair in the air and continued the lecture with a raised finger. “This means you both get small glimpses into each other’s deepest emotions. The reason you’ve come to trust them so much despite being… well, you, is because you’ve subconsciously felt that they mean you no harm, that they genuinely like you. In turn, they know you’re head over heels for them. Other than creating the sexual link and vastly improving your technique, I’ve had no part in your relationship with them.”

No part? “Then… They really like me for being myself?”

“Yes. Like I said, the pheromones-like aura is there to enhance your appeal. No matter how attractive someone is, it doesn’t make up for a shitty personality. Try as I might, I can’t use magic to make you more likable. That part is all on you, and I’d say you’re doing a decent job so far.”

“...” I was able to feel warmth in my chest. The girls really did like me. It… It wasn’t just the sex. I was sure it still played a part. I couldn’t deny that them being as gorgeous as they were was a big part of my attraction to them. But like Frey said, if they were shitty people, I wouldn’t be falling so hard for them.

“There you have it. If you can’t believe it from a supernatural sex ghost with a… faint ability to read minds, then you’re a lost cause. So wake up, go to school, and make out with your sex friends as much as you like. Those are nice, too.”

“...Do kisses feed you?”

“No. It’s kind of like eating candy. It feels great, but there’s nothing in it. At least I won’t get fat or get cavities. So yeah, make out with them to your heart’s content. It’ll keep me happy while there’s no sex.”

That was good to know. “Okay. Then… I guess I’ll wake up?”

“Yep. Thanks again, kid. I really do feel much better. Keeping me in a good mood helps you too, so go at it. You’re doing well.”

I blinked. ‘You’re doing well’? That… made my chest tighten. I smiled at her. “Thank you.”

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was in the waking world.