Small consolation

It's a small consolation for your inner rumination, but at least now when you look around your apartment, you feel at least a small sense of pride at having tidied everything up to a much nicer state. Even if you know that the two guests you'll be having later won't really be here to appreciate the view of your living room, you know that the effort of cleaning up was more for yourself. You needed the time to figure things out and sort out your own feelings after getting this new power.

You've made up your mind now, and even if it causes you a little unease the hesitation from not knowing what you will decide is at least gone. You are clear-minded on the understanding that as long as you have this ability, you will fuck and take advantage of every gay girl around you that you can. So you might as well enjoy things and not ride on yourself so hard for making choices that you maybe wouldn't have made before this.

You take down the second load of laundry from your clothes line out on the tiny balcony that your apartment has, and change the sheets from your bed before you hear the notification sound of a text message. Your phone screen shows that it's already past 4 in the afternoon, surprising you with how the hours really have flown by while you were cleaning the place up and isolated with your thoughts.

The second surprise for you is that it isn't Lucy messaging you about her shift being over, but that the message is from Sarah.

You frown and tap on the screen to bring up the message and read it.

Sarah: Heyy. So, you wanna talk about that note you left at my place? Seems like you were kinda shaken up

It's a moment before you can formulate a response. You almost have to consciously remind yourself of your conclusion from earlier, something that should become more and more habitual as time goes by, you think.

Your fingers slowly tap out a response, picking up speed and confidence as the message progresses.

John: I had some things I needed to think about. Don't worry, it's nothing to do with our agreement that we made last night. In fact, do you mind if I drop by tomorrow to talk about that with you?

Sarah's reply was quick as usual. She was a good texter and almost never left you on hold waiting for a response from her, which you had always appreciated about her.

Sarah: Of course you can. Couch is always open for you ;)

You frowned at the mention of the couch being open for you. It would seem that being fuck buddies still hadn't changed your friendship between you two, which upon reflection you decided that you actually rather appreciated. It was an additional test you hadn't thought of, but now you knew that any relationships you established outside of just wanting to fuck someone because they were gay would actually stick and remain unaffected by your power. You might have to test things out cautiously with Sarah a little more, but that was good news to you because it meant you could actually still have some semblance of a normal life outside of fucking gay lesbian girls.

However, you would absolutely not be content with just sleeping on the couch the next time you were over at Sarah's. That was going to be something you negotiated with her tomorrow, most probably with your cock in one of her holes so she was less likely to argue back with you. You weren't completely sure it worked that way, but it stood to good reason that any negotiations where one party was completely sexually submissive to the other was most likely only going the way of the person in control. Either ways, that was a problem to figure out tomorrow when you saw Sarah.

Before you could put down your phone and go wash up after working hard from cleaning the apartment all day, you got another text. This time it was from Lucy.

Lucy: I've finished work and I'm headed to pick up my girlfriend's place to pick her up and make sure we're both shaved. I will buy a dog collar on the way to your apartment.

You read the text and your cock throbs at the thought of having two women at your feet later tonight. Instead of responding, you leave Lucy on read and toss your phone on the couch while you go and take a nice hot shower as a reward to yourself. Thankfully, unlike the rest of your apartment, your bathroom is minimalistic and mostly bare aside from a new necessities. You refrain from stroking yourself off in the shower like you might normally do, opting instead to save your strength for the two lesbians about to show up at your place soon.

Getting out of the shower, you don't get dressed fully after drying off. You keep the towel wrapped around your lower half, but that's all you wear while you prepare a quick early dinner for yourself to eat. As an afterthought, you make a little more than you normally would for just your own dinner so that Lucy and her girlfriend would also have something to eat. You weren't completely sure how long you would be keeping them around, but they would definitely be here longer than dinner, and while you had made up your mind to take advantage of lesbians whenever you could, you weren't going to be cruel for no reason.

You ate a simple meal on the kitchen table for the first time in ages. You can't even remember the last time you actually used the kitchen table to eat. You make it a point to clean away things immediately after you cook and eat. You find that the cleanup isn't so bad that way.

Not a moment too soon, as you're putting the last of the dishes away, you hear your phone buzz and someone ringing your doorbell. A glance at the screen shows Lucy as the caller ID, and looking out the peephole confirms that she's standing there in front of your door ringing the bell. Along with her is clearly the outline of someone else, but you can't really see them all too well with the fisheye lens of the viewing hole in the door.

You unlatch the door and swing it open to let them in.