Let's split up, gang

Ramona and Cierra both thought after a glass of wine, they were ready for anything. They set their wine glasses down, stood up, and beckoned you to join them in their bedrooms. You eagerly stood up and followed after Ramona, but you did look back briefly just to see Archer gulp and mouth the words what do I do at you, to which you replied with a simple thumbs-up. Archer was good at handling himself in unusual scenarios, you were sure he could figure it out.

Ramona picked up on Archer's weird mood, and when you entered her bedroom and she closed the door, while you and she were disrobing, she had to ask. "So, I like you a lot John, it's just you seem almost ludicrously normal standing next to Felix. What's his deal? Really, what is up with the Archer family?"

Getting chances to make up fake details about Archer's life was something you often enjoyed doing when Archer couldn't hear them. Just like being blindsided by the fact that Felix was apparently the brother of that amazing softball player to add a twist to the evening, you hoped that Ramona would use whatever you said now as a topic of conversation later. You needed a little bit of payback for Archer not telling you who he really was earlier, anyway.

You had to think first, though, looking around Ramona's room for inspiration. There was a lot to work with, given her decor: half the posters and objects in her room were astronomy related including a very expensive-looking telescope, but the other half was comic book memorabilia. Hero posters, action figures, little miniatures with dice next to them for some sort of superhero tabletop game, on and on. She even had an action figure that looked almost exactly like him: Super-Soldier. How fitting. He was doing battle with Dr. Hypno alongside Sapphire Sorceress in the little arrangement on Ramona's desk. If anything, you think Ramona would be the one all over a life-size version of Super-Soldier, given her collection. ...Maybe she did and she was just being polite. Still, that's fine, you didn't think things with Cierra and Ramona were going to turn into a long-term endeavor with you anyway, at least not in these male bodies.

"Oh, yeah. You know, he hasn't always been like that until just recently."

Ramona quirked an eyebrow while she slipped out of her bra, letting her C-to-borderline-D cups spill out and jiggle freely during her disrobing. "Oh?"

"Uh-huh. He used to be real scrawny, very slender. Like, you wouldn't even recognize Felix then and now if they were side-by-side!" You slipped out of your shirt, working on your belt, as you continued to basically describe the actual Archer and the coin deal, just in fantastical terms. "So, he got fed up and wanted a way to totally change his image. Now, he won't tell me the whole story, but he... uhh..." you pondered some details briefly. "...he went to Emilia's mansion, and she gave him something while there. Something inspired him while there, she gave him something he calls his Medallion of Power. Like, who knows what went on there, I think it's just like a good luck charm or something... but after that, I found some P-90X DVDs in his place which he's just been doing religiously for the past while and now he looks like that, and has a thing for rescuing babies from dangerous stuff."

Sliding out of her panties, you get a full look at Ramona's body now. Her rust-red hair trickled down her back, and her body and face was covered in light freckles from head to toe, with some concentrated spots around her shoulders. "So, you're saying he started out kind of wimpy and pathetic, and now is Mister Bodybuilder all of a sudden. And him being with Cierra is...?"

"Oh, it's his first time since he finished the program. I'm pretty sure first time ever. He's got a sort of practiced confidence toward dangerous scenarios, but he has no clue what he's doing tonight."

Ramona found this extremely amusing, as she came close and used her hands to tug those boxers off. "So what you're saying here is, I've got the guy who knows what he's doing, and Cierra's chances that he's not just a total embarrassment in bed are, what, a flip of the coin?"

You smirked. "That's a good way to put it."

Ramona locked lips with you, and in moments you were on her bed. She smiled and let her hands roam, as did you, feeling her delightful breasts with a gentle squeeze as you got accustomed to each other. This wasn't an embrace of passion or love, you knew, this was purely a casual romp with no strings attached, and both you and Ramona seemed to be under the illusion it was anything else. It wasn't long before your dick was at Ramona's slit, and with a little whimper, Ramona pushed her hips up, inviting you in. Her body may spend a lot of time in chairs, as she described, but you could feel that she kept herself in good shape, feeling a bit of muscle tone in her stomach and sides as you held her and thrusted, gliding in and out of her with ease, starting to work with up a rhythm as you two enjoyed the embrace you shared.

And then, the laughing started.

Not from you, not from Ramona. You paused mid-thrust, looking up. A puzzled Ramona did the same. "...You think everything's going okay, John?" she asked.

"Not sure."

"Maybe we should go check on things..." she offered, and you nodded. There was no way you could continue the mood that you and Ramona were just starting to build while you could hear some sort of hyena muffled through the walls... You slipped on your boxers, and Ramona pulled on her panties, and the two of you crept out of the bedroom to approach the other side of the house. It was clearly Cierra's room where the sounds originated, and it sounded like someone laughing and yelling in falsetto. You and Ramona both had to stifle a bit of laughing as you listened in, not going directly next to the door but sitting on a nearby couch, just in case something were to--

The laughing stopped and Felix burst through the door, almost taking it off its hinges in the process. He glanced around, and spotted you on the couch. "Good, you're here. We gotta go! I gotta go. I forgot I had... the thing, tomorrow, and you, John, my best friend, have to drive me to there, it can't wait, I'll be in the car." As he hurried out with only half his clothes on, a very confused Cierra stepped out the door, in just underwear as well.

"So... what was that all about?" Ramona asked.

"I dunno," she said, a bit bewildered. "He was real nervous, we started to do some stuff, he went to the bathroom, came back, and just as we were starting to get serious he... got real weird. You know anything about that, John?"

Before you could answer, Ramona piped up. "I think I can fill you in on the details. You better go help Felix." Ramona patted you on the back, and gave you a little smile. "I'm sure we'll have better luck next time."

You grinned a little. "You're saying, second date?"

Ramona laughed a little. "I'm saying I'd like to finish this first one!" She glanced over at Cierra. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I had a good time..."

Cierra pointed a finger at you. "Felix got a runner in scoring position, but you need to help him with whatever this weirdness is before I agree to another shot. The only reason I'll give it another try is because that man is a hero who has saved countless babies from fires."

Well, this night sure took a weird turn, which you should have expected by now. You gathered up your clothes, quickly slipping them on while your body wound down from the excitement, and headed out the door as Ramona reminded you to call her later, before she turned her attention to Cierra. You headed back out to the car, climbed into the driver's seat, and waited for a moment. "...So are you gonna tell me what happened?"

You looked in the rearview mirror to see a lump of a blanket in the backseat. When some of the fabric peeled away, Felicia's head peeked out. "Fine, but I'm staying under here until you can't see their house anymore." With a shrug, you put the car in gear and drove off, as Archer covered herself back up again under the blanket.

"Used your coin so soon?" you asked.

"I had to stop the sensation, it was like my dick's tenderness was cranked up to a thousand, I couldn't get anywhere! Okay, so." Archer finally sat up, keeping herself wrapped up in her blanket. "I thought guys were totally just giving me a line when they said that they were one and done, because as you know, we ladies can keep going for quite a while if we want. But..."

"Buuuuuut?"

"But okay, Cierra had her hands down my pants and I felt almost immediately like I was going to explode, so I rushed to the bathroom and, yeah, apparently that was all it took to push me over the edge. A girl's hand, John! I have two of those, I'm very used to them! But, uh, not like that." Archer pauses for a moment, like she needed to replay the events in her mind. "So, I go back to the room thinking I'll just get ready for round two, I've got Cierra's boobs in my hand, they do their magic on my buddy downstairs, but this time it hurts, like it's sore beyond belief. I try and grit through it, because I thought that's what a tough guy would do, but putting that thing inside Cierra was like getting tickled all over, I couldn't handle it. I had to bail... it's my second screw-up today, I'm sorry."

You pulled your car up to your apartment. "It's fine. Ramona said she's up for another try, and Cierra is even considering it if we can, y'know, normalize things. But I would not be surprised if those two want to talk to 'Jane' and 'Felicia' about tonight."

Archer nodded, and then glanced outside, realizing where she was. "You didn't take me home?"

"I could if you want, but I think you need a little moral support."