Your Friends have Questions

“Dude,” Brent said.

“Bro,” Paul said right after him.

“What?” you asked with a little grin.

“How the fuck?” Edgar asked.

The introductions had been a bit of a whirlwind, and Gemma and Sabrina had both put on a full-court press to both be as welcoming and friendly as possible, and also to build you up as much as possible by being as attractive as they knew how to be. It really wasn’t fair for the guys.

After everyone had gone up to claim their rooms in the house, with Edgar taking the couch in the basement since he was solo and paying the least into the rental, you had all sat down for brunch. Now that everyone had eaten - with absolutely zero leftovers, considering you were all hungry college students - Corey and Victoria were in the kitchen with Gemma doing the dishes and Sabrina was chatting with Ollie and comparing notes since you all went to the same school. That left you and the guys still at the table.

“You know what,” Paul said, leaning over. “And for once, Edgar is damn right - how the fuck?” Paul was a tall, lanky guy of Nigerian descent, but had grown up in the US his entire life. He was the true nerd of our group, though that was a variable statement since you all enjoyed some nerdy shit now and then. He loved board games and ran the occasional D&D session for those of you who were interested, though you were all too busy for anything needing more commitment than ‘Come over this Saturday afternoon.’

“OK, OK,” you chuckled. “I know what. The three of us are interns at the same law office, and we hit it off on friendly terms for the first few weeks. Then Sabrina and I started flirting, but she knew Gemma was interested in me, so Gemma and I went out, then Sabrina and I went out, and they decided they were OK with both of them dating me, and then they started dating each other too.”

“So you guys have sex,” Edgar said. “Like, threesomes. All the time.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that happens. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Brent mimicked me. “Yeah, OK, John. First, you’re dating the hot chick from our Pre-Law classes that none of us have talked to. You’re also dating a ridiculously attractive Australian girl. And you’re doing that at the same time, and they both know about it. And, to top it all off, they are also dating each other.” Brent was the most athletic guy in the group and, if he had about a foot more height, he would have likely been able to make it onto the University basketball team at least as a benchwarmer or practice team. But while he was good, he wasn’t the kind of great that made up for his short stature for University ball, so his time on the court was limited to his rec leagues. He was also the most competitive of our group and was far and away the most ‘experienced’ with dating outside of Corey’s long-term relationship. Until now.

“Fine, make it a big deal,” you said. “Sabrina and Gemma are hot, I obviously know that. But I’m not in love with them because they’re hot.”

“Waitwaitwait,” Paul said. “Love? You’re in love with them? You guys said that already?”

“Well, yeah,” you said.

“Holy shit, you absolute soft unit,” Brent laughed. “You’ve been dating them for like… a bit over a month and you’re already saying the big L word?”

That reminded you of when you’d joked about being in Lesbians with the girls and made you smirk. “It’s really not-”

“Oh, shut up,” Paul scoffed. “It’s fine for you to be dating them, but don’t rub it in how fucking easy it was for it to happen.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who brought it up,” you defended yourself.

“OK, but seriously - are there other hot, polyamorous interns at your work?” Edgar asked. “Cause I will come to your city for the rest of the summer if that’s the case. I’ll work at a fucking Mcdonald's if I have to.”

“No, there aren’t,” you said. “Unless you want to meet my new buddy Eric.”

“What about sisters, do they have sisters?” Paul smirked.

That made you snort a laugh again. “Well, Gemma’s family are all in Australia so it wouldn’t matter. Sabrina does have a twin sister though, and a younger one. I met the twin Katherine already and they are dead ringers.”

That led to all three of them asking you for Katherine’s number, and you had to break it to them that she went to school across state lines from you. You didn’t mention that you’d had sex with her.

Edgar, Paul’s younger brother, was the one who kept trying to push the conversation back towards your relationship. He was shorter and a little stockier than Paul and had gotten into school on a Music Program scholarship playing the saxophone in the marching band. He was apparently good enough to get recruited and half his tuition covered, and yet for some reason he never used that to his advantage and played in front of anyone. He also didn’t like hanging out with other Music students, which was how he’d gravitated into our group.

Paul ended up curbing Edgar’s questions when he went too far, and when the dishes were finished Gemma came out of the kitchen and into the open-concept lounge and eating area. “Alright,” she said. “Everything’s cleaned up. What are you guys thinking? We’ll need more groceries for tomorrow, and dinner tonight if we don’t cook, or we can head to the beach.”

“Beach,” multiple voices crowed.

“Alright, beach it is,” Gemma grinned. “Let’s all go get changed, but make sure you guys wear some decent runners 'cause it’s a five-minute walk down to the beach.”

Everyone got up and started to move, but you were intercepted by Corey as he was coming out of the kitchen. He was a bit of a hippy kid - not super hippy, but his hair had grown out down to his shoulders over his years at school and he had a sort of soft, happy expression on his face that just put you at ease.

“Hey, John,” he said quietly. “I just wanted to say, Gemma seems like a really great girl. You made a great catch with her. She’s sweet and funny, and she’s really making Victoria feel comfortable.”

“Thanks, Cor,” you said, offering him a fist bump. “That actually means a lot to hear. I hope we can be as good together as you and Victoria.”

He grinned and slapped your back. “Don’t compare, my man. Every relationship is different.”

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“I do,” he laughed. “And thanks. Hopefully, Gemma can keep getting Vic out of her shell a bit more, she wasn’t sure she wanted to come on the trip.”

“Well, we’ll go easy on her,” you promised. Then the two of you bumped fists again and headed for the stairs to get ready for the beach.

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