Home for a Change, and a Conversation...

You performed the loud knocking ritual at the door to your apartment before entering and received a ‘Come in!’ from inside.

Entering, you were a little surprised to find Tasha hanging out in the living area, lounging on the couch. “Hey,” she said. “Just getting in? Isn’t it a little late for a walk of shame?”

“I feel no shame at all,” you said with a little smirk, kicking off your shoes. “And I’m just stopping by to change. We’re doing a date night tonight. Where’s Mosche?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, actually,” Tasha said, sitting up. She was wearing a zip-up hoodie that was hanging open, a tank top underneath, and sweatpants. Her hair was back in a messy ponytail and she gave off strong ‘Netflix and Chill’ vibes. “We were supposed to meet up and work on some bits a little and then just have a cuddle day. But I got here and he wasn’t home, and he isn’t responding to my texts yet.”

“That’s weird…” you said with a frown, pulling out your own phone. He hadn’t texted you anything. Then something else clicked. “Wait, he gave you a key?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I thought it might have been a little soon, but he was blushing and all sweet about it so I wasn’t going to turn it down. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“Hey, I’m just a subletter,” you said. “If he feels that way about you, I don’t have much of a leg to stand on.”

“He does feel that way, right?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” you replied, trying your best not to show anything on your face.

“He’s just been acting… weird, this last week,” she said. “Like, at the club, he’s his usual self. But he’s texting less and he actually turned down meeting up for a quickie the other day.”

“Hmm,” you hummed noncommittally.

“John,” Tasha said. “You live with him. He must have said something.”

You took a breath and let it out in a sigh. Mosche was supposed to be having this conversation with her, but it sounded like he was running away from it. And even if you weren’t a fan of how… free Tasha was with her sexuality, you generally liked her for more than her just being attractive. She was charismatic and charming, and her humour went beyond her act on stage. She was also sweet, and you knew that she’d been making efforts to be friendly with Sabrina and Gemma.

“Please just tell me?” she asked again.

“I can’t tell you a lot,” you said, coming into the living area and sitting in the comfy chair. Tasha leaned forward, obviously intent on what you had to say. “Mosche told me about what you guys got up to last weekend,” you said. “About the… group sex experience. And I’m not trying to shit on you here for that kind of thing - Sabrina, Gemma and I had our own, just different. But Mosche came out of that feeling not super great, and he’s struggling with how to talk to you about it.”

“Wait… he feels bad about that?” Tasha asked, her jaw dropping a little in genuine surprise.

You had to blink a couple of times. “Tasha, he really likes you,” you said. “I think it would take a pretty specific kind of guy to not feel bad about the girl he’s seeing getting a train run on her, whether you guys are open or unofficial or whatever.”

“But it was his idea,” Tasha said.

Again, you had to stop and blink rapidly. “I’m sorry. What?”

“It was his idea,” Tasha repeated. “I mean, I’ve mentioned wanting to try a two-guy threesome a few times to test the waters. Ultimately I think it would be hot to do a three-guy foursome at some point before I settle down. But I haven’t, like, been pushing it or anything. Then last weekend Mosche just asked me point blank if I wanted to get fucked a bunch, and kind of stammered through explaining that he thought there were probably enough guys around that I could have anyone I wanted. I thought he was excited by it, so we kind of set it up quickly and I- well, I got fucked a bunch. I won’t deny that. It was almost too much, but I think that’s the point. Honestly, I kind of figured the only reason you weren’t there was because you were away for the weekend or he would have asked you, too.”

“Wait, hold on,” you said. “It was his idea?”

“Yes,” she said. “His idea.”

“Oh, fucking hell,” you groaned. “Mooosche.”

“He didn’t tell you that?” she asked, brow furrowing as she got a little angry.

“Tasha, I’m going to say this with all honesty here,” you said. “I don’t think Mosche realizes that it was his idea. I’m not going to sugarcoat it anymore, because he’s being a dumbfuck, but you mentioning the threesome thing has been in his head for a while now. I think he thinks you wanted it, and something you said randomly that night made him think about it a bunch, and then he asked you if you wanted it because he’d convinced himself you did and he was trying to fulfil that for you.”

“What… the fuck,” Tasha said, slumping back onto the couch. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“He’s extremely self-conscious,” you said. “Even though he’s self-deprecating. He knows how weird he is. He knows he doesn’t have money, or physical looks, going for him. Hell, he even knows you’re the better comic.”

Tasha brought her knees up and hugged them, burying her face into her legs. “This is so fucked up.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

Then you were a little surprised when Tasha looked up at you, tears in her eyes. “How could he?”

“Could he what?” you asked.

“Do that to me!?” she yelled. “He, I- I got a train run on me, John. Guy after guy, fucking me. And yeah, in the moment, it was kinda hot and definitely the wildest sex I’ve ever had. I’m not ashamed of my body, or being a woman who has sex. But I only did that for him, because I thought he was enjoying it. He wanted it. I wasn’t looking for that, but I was fine with it because he kept making these comments that made me wonder if he had a cuck fetish or something. He was always so turned on when he knew you’d seen parts of me naked. Now he has the fucking gall to be a mopey little bitch because he’s sad I did the exact thing he asked me to do?”

You just shook your head, eyes wide as Tasha broke down on the couch.

“Fucking asshole,” she gasped, burying her face into her legs again.

“Fuck,” you sighed.

“Will you?” she asked, raising her head to look at me. “Fuck me? I like you and Sabrina and Gemma. You guys are sort of open, right? Would they let you fuck me? I feel fucking dirty right now, and I need someone to remind me I’m not… I need someone to ground me right now, I think.”

“Tasha,” you said carefully. “I- We like you a lot. But I don’t think… Look, we’ve talked about it before. Both of the girls like you, and other than being a little weirded out when we heard the Train story from Mosche, I think Sabrina and Gemma would be into it. But we can’t do that if you’re still seeing him - he’s my roommate, and kind of my friend.”

“So if I’m not seeing him, then it’s on the table?” she asked.

“I think you’re hurting right now,” you said. “And you want to get back at him. But you need to remember that a lot of this is being caused by miscommunication. Before I’d agree to something like that, I need to know you two have had a real conversation even if it’s just ending things like adults.”

She gave you a pouty look, but nodded.

You took another breath and then fished out your phone. “I definitely don’t want to leave you alone like this, though,” you said. You made the call. “Gemma? Hey. So, I don’t know what you were planning, but Tasha needs some friends right now.”

Gemma spoke to you for a moment, and then you handed over the phone to Tasha. “She has some instructions for you,” you said. “You’re coming out with us tonight.”

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