Any port in the storm

The fact that one describes sports drinks by the color, rather than their flavor may be a testament to their nutritional value. None the less I was happy to see that Siobhan had a couple bottles of "red" in her fridge. I would have preferred orange or yellow, but beggars can't be choosers. Passing one to her, we both downed our drinks quickly. Hydration is important when engaging in intense physical activity.

While we recovered from round one our hands seldom left each other's bodies. My hands traced her numerous tattoos, while hers circled dangerously close to my prick, still sticky with our combined fluids. As we finished our refreshments we heard another moan coming from the bedroom. This one sounded more impatient than lusty. "Well, I think we've left her alone long enough. What do you say we go check on our guest now?" Siobhan asked as she rose to her feet, pulling me by my hand behind her.

"Hold up a second." I stopped walking, and pulled her towards me and wrapping my arms around her. "I know we've only just met, and whatever we have between is both weirdly powerful and on a shorter timeline than I am used to." Siobhan nodded along with that. "But as excited as I am by what's behind that door, I want to make sure you're okay with what is going to happen when we step in there. Right up until Max threw the die and removed all doubt, I wasn't sure that you weren't just having fun with me. Up until that little dickhead became a woman, there was a plausible explanation for everything."

"I get it." she responded. "My grandfather's told me the stories of that thing for years, and I barely believed it. But last night when you dropped it in the kitchen I definitely felt my feelings toward you shift. I'm not saying you're ugly by any means, but the instant it stopped rolling around the floor you suddenly became one of the hottest guys I've ever seen before. You used the word 'infatuated,' and it definitely fits."

"And you've got no problem with Jenny? It doesn't weird you out that the Eye is making you think these things?"

"Honestly, before I met you let's say I swung from both sides of the plate. And while I'd never experienced it myself, I've always wondered what it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship." Catching the surprise in my eyes she continued, "I'm not saying we go out and start recruiting a harem. But let's have some fun with Jenny and see what happens? Don't get ahead of yourself slugger. Besides, if every time is going to be like that," she said gesturing towards the somewhat destroyed couch, "I'm more than fine with what's happened since we met." With that she opened the door to her bedroom.

"Oh thank god! It was so hot listening to you two that I was going out of my mind in here. I was about to go join you, or drag one of you in here." Jenny gushed from the bed.

"Holy shit, girl, those new tits are so hot on you!" I ever so subtlety blurted out.

"They really are," she giggled, "this new body is so sensitive. I've been petting my new kitty since I sat down. I've never shaved down there, but I think I'm going to keep it this way. I really like it like this! Um...Luke..." Jenny paused, biting her lip, "I'm really, really, horny right now. I'm going out of my mind right now. But..." I stepped towards the reclining blonde.

"It's okay Jenny, you can tell me."