Mosche's Problems

Trying not to listen in on a conversation while you were less than ten feet away and the movie was paused was difficult, so you busied yourself by going into the kitchen to get plates and cutlery. The kitchen also happened to be about twelve feet away from the door, so it didn’t help much.

Listening to Mosche and the Asian girl talking was weird. Not because they were being weird, but just because they both seemed to be kind of bad at flirting. She seemed like a nice enough girl, but she was clearly a slightly-awkward nerd and when that ran up against Mosche’s slightly-awkward nerdiness… well, the awkward had you cringing as you stayed in the kitchen and blew out a long breath.

Then, somehow, by some grace of God as he looked down on Mosche in what you could only assume was pity, the Asian girl made a move.

“Do you want my number?” she asked.

“Oh, um…” Mosche stuttered.

Yes! Say yes, Mosche! Take the number! You were screaming in your head. Tasha was hot, and was definitely giving him a lot of sex, but he wasn’t happy.

“...Sssure,” Mosche said.

“Cool,” the girl said. “Give me your phone.” There was a long silent moment. “Just, um, text if you want to play a game or something some night.”

“Cool,” Mosche mirrored her tone. “Um, thanks for the food.”

“Thanks for the tip,” she said. “OK…” It sounded like she walked away.

You came out of the kitchen and found Mosche peering out the door, watching her walk away.

“Hey,” you said.

Mosche jumped, spooked out of his skin for a moment, and looked back at you guiltily. “It’s not- That wasn’t-”

“Calm down, dude,” you said, pulling him fully back into the apartment and then closing the door. “She gave you her number?”

“Yeah,” he flushed a little, looking like a shy five-year-old instead of a guy in his mid-twenties. “To play a game or something sometime.”

“Mhmm,” you said knowingly, then gestured that the two of you should get to the food. “She seemed nice.”

“Yeah,” he said. “And pretty.”

“You feel guilty,” you guessed.

“Well, I’m dating Tasha…” Mosche trailed off.

“Have you guys talked about being exclusive? Because, and I mean this with all sincerity Mosche, I don’t think her getting a gangbang train run on her really hints at her wanting to be exclusive.”

He flushed even more at the reminder of the weekend he’d had while you’d been at the beach. “Yeah, I guess…” he mumbled.

“Hey, this isn’t a bad thing,” you said, pulling the Chinese food out of the big paper bag and starting to peel the toppers off of the containers. “This new girl seems… sweet. And Tasha is fun, but maybe too much fun. You should talk to Tasha and see where you’re at - maybe last weekend got it all out of her system and she’s ready to settle down and be your shiksa girlfriend. Or maybe she’s just having fun, and doesn’t care if you find someone else.”

“Do you think maybe the girls could find that out for me?” Mosche asked. “Gemma, or Sabrina, could probably have that conversation easier with her.”

“I mean, they could,” you said. “But it’s really a conversation you need to have, dude.”

He hung his head and took a deep breath, then looked back up. “Do you think that Tasha could, y’know, be interested in something like what you and them have?”

“A throuple?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I don’t know about this new girl, but Tasha is open, right? So maybe?”

“Maybe?” you hedged. “I mean, as far as I know, she’s a lot more interested in dicks than pussies, so if you open that door she might want to date other guys.” Mosche frowned at that. “And I don’t think that’s something you want.”

“Not really, no,” he sighed.

“Well, you should text that chick,” you said. “Neither of you even gave each other your names. And you have her number, so you need to make the first move.”

He sighed heavily and you knew he didn’t like the idea of being the one to need to make a move. From what you knew of his relationship with Tasha, she’d very much been the instigator. Hell, she’d been an instigator with you as well, you just hadn’t gone for it. Mosche felt like he needed someone to guide him, but that also meant he was open to getting run over like a doormat. And for all that you liked Mosche, he was a bit of a doormat already.

“Just text her ‘Hey, this is Mosche. The tall, handsome guy. What’s your name? Unless you want me to call you Akali for the rest of our lives,’ Easy-peasy and it calls back to how you started talking,” you suggested.

“Isn’t it weird that I didn’t even ask her name?” Mosche asked.

“Yeah, but it only gets more weird if you don’t ask and just hope to figure it out at some point,” you said.

“OK, OK,” Mosche sighed. “I’ll text her.”

You just sat there and waited.

“Now?” he asked.

“Yeah, now,” you said.

He fished out his phone and started typing into the fresh contact. Once he was done, you allowed him to get food and started up the movie again. By the end of the movie he had gotten four texts back, and each time his phone buzzed with a new one he was grinning as he checked it. Watching him made you grin as well, thinking of how he was feeling with that Newness of meeting someone, and it made you pull out your own phone and text a couple of hearts to each of your girlfriends.

Gemma replied with a couple of hearts of her own, short and sweet. Sabrina responded a little later, after Treasure Planet had ended and Mosche was surfing through Netflix to pick the next movie you’d watch. And of course, Sabrina’s response was a picture. Of her, in a washroom stall, with her dress hiked up to her hips as she fingered herself.

‘So it’s going well, then?’ you asked her.

‘Yes. Will tell you more tomorrow. I’m just horny for you, and Gemma didn’t want to leave Becks alone at the table to come eat me out, or let me eat her out.’

You shook your head with a roll of your eyes and excused yourself as Mosche kept looking for a movie, going back to your room. It didn’t take you long at all to stroke yourself hard looking at the picture Sabrina had sent you, and you sent her a picture back of your cock.

A couple of minutes later you got a picture back from her again after you’d wrestled your cock into your pants and headed back out to the living room. It was a picture of Sabrina, smiling happily with that ‘I just came’ gleam in her eye. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

Mosche glanced over at your heavy sigh but didn’t ask.

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