Don't You Want This, Daddy?

Rachel shrugs, "I think you two are mistaking the words 'bad' and 'fun' and just mixing them all up in your head. Getting them all confused like, but you could really get them sorted out if you put a little bit of effort into it."

"Rachel," we both say, warning her and then realizing that we were both about to say the same thing I'm the only one who finishes the thought, "You're cute, but it's not going to work."

"I have my doubts about that," she smiles, but she steps back from him and off to one side, somehow making us into a triangle instead of two against one, "I think I could convince you. I think... what's that old phrase from that boring writer? The lady doth protest too much."

"I'm not exactly a lady," Lucas quips.

I chime in, "Neither am I."

"So stop protesting," Rachel follows up, "And stop denying the truth. Just have fun and admit that you want to fuck each other so we can get to the part where we do and then I can join in too and we can all have some real fun."

I sigh, but she at least gets a chuckle out of me and truthfully her blunt eagerness does melt the tension a little. Rachel is masterful at this social manipulation. It makes me wonder if there is anything she can't do and makes me wonder whether it is that she is skilled or whether it is just that I am uniquely socially unskilled.

Because it does not escape my notice that I am older than I am currently presenting myself to be. Decades older, really. Not nearly as old as Lucas but not nearly as young as Rachel or Emily. I have far more age than her and with age comes wisdom, right?

But I suppose wisdom isn't automatic. It comes from experience and I get the feeling that even with a few decades more under my belt than Rachel, I've far less experience with the whole social aspect of things. Not nearly as capable as she because I've not had the chance to be, because truthfully in these two days that I've been Emily I've had more social and sexual interaction than in a whole year as my old self.

Hell if things keep up the way they are right now then by the end of the year I'll probably get more experience than I did in those decades I had.

So in this moment I do what I have in so many other moments. I relax into the moment and I let Rachel take the wheel and instead I watch, somewhat passively observing, and noting all the things she is doing to try to glean some kind of lesson from it. To try to find some means to answer some kind of question. To try to improve myself, becoming a little more like her.

Besides, I'm not the one who decided we couldn't fuck.

"So what do you say?" Rachel pushes, joking but still half-serious, "Should I drop the towel?"

"Tempting," Lucas says, "Can't say it isn't."

"Oh you have no idea how tempting," I push his buttons, "I can say that from experience."

"I gathered," Lucas turns towards her, "Given the little greeting she decided to give in the hallway."

Rachel gives a shimmy and a giggle as her fingers go up to trace against her lips in a memory of her kiss on mine, "Oh you have no idea. Though I'm sure your dirty little mind is just filling in all the blanks. Are you going to take a shower after us and just imagine the two of us in there sharing? Soaping up? Tangling together? Building and building and building until..."

Her voice fades away, a half sigh and a moan on her lips that end with her biting them and giving him her half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn," Lucas growls, "You two girls are enough to make a man have decidedly impure thoughts."

"That's the idea," she coos, shimmying once more as she wiggles and wriggles for him, "That's what you'd like. Isn't it. Daddy?"

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