Moving day

The next week came and went in a flash. I spent most of the days studying or working, and at night I would pack up a couple of my belongings at a time and sometimes bring them over to Bi’s house and spend the night there (the downside was that I didn’t get much sleep for work or class the next day). Other nights I would just pack, but be too tired to leave, so I’d spend the night with my mom, watching something together, or just talking, enjoying our couple last nights while we still lived together.

On the girls’ front, it was just as frantic. Barbie was doing something similar, but didn’t get much done since she didn't have a license yet and needed a ride to and from each house. She was spending time with her parents too, though I didn’t know if they were as receptive to the idea of her moving out as my mom was. As for the other two girls, they spent the whole week getting the apartment ready to receive more tenants by refurbishing the empty bedroom, buying more kitchen and bathroom utensils, and general decorations to make the place feel more like a home (their words, not mine, I could not fathom what the hell they were talking about, the apartment was a home already since it housed people).

All that said, what filled most of our week was anticipation. Every single one of us was beyond excited for our final move. As much as Barbie and I liked spending time with our families, the prospect of living with beautiful women who were all open to fuck you and each other at the drop of a hat was too fucking hot to ignore. Plus, I wouldn’t say the idea of finally branching out from your parent’s house as a young adult wasn’t as tempting and compelling to realize, especially with the relative safety net of having three incomes to support the group, incomes that just so happen to all come from members of your harem slash polycule. Sure, none of the girls said they were dating me, they all preferred the arrangements to be more to the tune of “friends with benefits”, but you get the idea, right?

Anyway, definitions of our relationships aside, the big day had arrived. It was Saturday morning and me, my mom, and Barbie were just finishing loading the last of my boxes into my car.

“I can’t believe my baby is getting a house of his own!” My mom exclaimed after packing the last of the boxes in what looked like the biggest tetris game of our lives, just so they could actually fit inside the trunk. She was a foot shorter than me and had her dirty blonde hair tied up in a simple ponytail. Her fair skin had finally begun showing signs of her constant effort to tan it on the beach and the salon, and her features, while definitely sharp and mature, looked young for her age, so much so that she has been mistaken for my sister or girlfriend a couple of times. She loves these small little ego boosters.

“Mom, I’ve already told you, I’m moving in with three other people! And I wouldn't call it my house. Especially because it actually belongs to someone else.”

“Oh honey, you know what I mean. These girls are your property, whatever belongs to them is also yours. So as far as I’m concerned, if it's their apartment, it is your apartment.” she said matter of factly, slapping the trunk shut and walking back inside.

Ok, not the caveat I was expecting. She seemed so certain of her point that I took a second to consider if perhaps I was wrong about all of this. By the time I regained my senses and remembered the absurdity of this whole situation, she was already inside, so I just followed her in. We found Barbie in the kitchen, eating the simple grilled cheese sandwich with orange juice my mom had made for us after we had finished packing.

“These are really amazing, Miss Rodriguez!”

“Please, Barbie, I’ve told you since you were a kid, call me Olivia.” my mom replied with her signature warm smile towards the most frequent house guest she’s had since I was 10.

“My bad, Miss Olivia.” Barbie responded and immediately stuffed her mouth with more grilled cheese.

“I guess I never told her to drop the ‘Miss.’” my mom sighed and whispered back to me, which promptly made me giggle.

We laughed and talked and had a good time while eating this small and yet delicious meal. After we were all done and properly stuffed, Barbie leaned over to me and asked:

“So, owner, are we ready to go?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You can go wait outside while I just help my mom with these dishes and give her goodbye.”

She gave me a quick kiss as we both got up from the table, she went to the car, and I joined my mom at the sink.

“So… this is it, then.” I said as I instinctively grabbed the plates to dry them as she finished washing them.

“Yeah… my son is all grown up. Moving out. It’s gonna get a bit lonely here until your sister comes back to visit.” She gave me a quick hug with her wet hands from the sink. “I’m really proud of you, even if you don’t consider this apartament to be just yours. That’s still a big step.”

“Thanks mom. It means a lot coming for you.”

“And who knows, maybe you can bring some girls home now that you don't have to worry about your mom being around.” She smirked and nudged me with her elbow.

“MOM!”

“What?” Her smirk didn’t fade.

“That’s— that’s not something I wanna talk about with my mom! And besides… my relationship with these girls is a little bit more than just friendship.” I said, my cheeks burning in shame.

“Ah, they don’t really count. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Barbie is an amazing girl, and I’m sure the others will be just as lovely when I get to properly meet them, but they’re just objects, you can’t marry them. I want to see you happy with a girl someday, married and building a life, not just living alongside some objects that you own.”

“Ok mom, I’ll think about it, or whatever. My focus right now is on the move and on starting this new chapter of our lives anyway.” I said while trying to avoid her gaze and desperately trying not to think about what my mom knew about my sex life.

“That’s good enough for me, honey.” We went back to finishing the dishes in blissful silence, until she remembered to add something. “Oh, since we were talking about using sex objects, after your father left I found this amazing place where I could buy a—”

“THAT’S IT I’M DONE, I’M LEAVING!” We were pretty much finished with the dishes anyway, I moved straight for the front door while blocking my ears with my hands and seriously considering if a second pact with the devil to forget these last few minutes would really be such a bad thing.

“Wait, I’m joking, I'm joking!” She ran after me, barely concealing her giggles.

“I hate that I can tell you’re really not.”

We smiled at each other and she hugged me in the entrance hall.

“Goodbye Alex, I love you.” She kissed me on the forehead.

“Love you too, mom.” I kissed her on the top of her head, and then I left home.

When I got to the front lawn, Cassandra of all people, my redhead next door neighbor and college classmate, was happily chatting with Barbie by the fence. She had a low cut floral shirt on that perfectly displayed her beautiful breasts, as well as some comfortable jean shorts that greatly accentuated her shapely legs. Her cute freckles complemented her charming smile perfectly, and her lively green eyes sparkled with joy as she saw me exiting the house.

“Oh, hey Alex! I didn’t know you and Barbie knew each other.”

“Owner! I can't believe you and Cassie are friends too!”

Ok Alex, calm down, the crush you thought you could make give you a Certificate of Ownership is buddies with your childhood friend who actually got said Certificate. There is no irony of fate present here, oh no. Oh no.

“So, how do you girls know each other?” I asked. I didn’t know if there was any actual reason for me to be nervous right now, but I was doing my best to keep calm and not let it show.

“We actually met each other when two of our cousins got married a couple years back.” Cassandra answered me. “We met at the reception and have been friends ever since.”

“And thank God we did, because that wedding was miserable as hell. It seemed like the only people who were having any kind of fun were the two getting married.” Barbie continued. “We kept telling jokes and entertaining each other all night. We liked talking so much that we kept in contact and have had somewhat regular hangout sessions since then.”

“Yeah, when she moved to the same street as me, it was a blast!” Cassandra reminisced, excitedly. “Even if we were still exiting the pandemic, we could hangout in masks and in person, instead of the video calls we did with our other friends. Present company not included, of course.” She winked at me.

“Cool! I didn't know you had known each other for so long. Small world, huh?” Turns out, there was no reason to worry about what they were talking about after all.

“So, Alex, Barbie, how do the two of you know each other?” Cassandra asked us as she raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Oh, remember that owner I was telling you about?” Barbie piped up to answer.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“That’s him!”

“That’s him?!”

“Sure is!”

“The guy who had you…” Cassandra then looked back and realized I was, in fact, still there with them. “... doing all that sexy stuff?”

“Wait, you told her about all the stuff we do?!” I asked, part incredulous, and part not knowing how to bury my head in the sand fast enough.

“Of course. You don’t tell your buds about all your sexual escapades?”

“No! That’s private stuff.” I was a few steps away from freaking out. The girl I had a crush on now knew very intimate details about my sex life. Deep breaths, Alex.

“Then you’re missing out on some high level friendship, owner.”

“Cassandra, c’mon, you can’t tell me that’s just a normal thing that women do.” I asked, still dumbfounded by Barbie’s such nonchalant demeanor and answer. And also to gauge her feelings towards whatever it was that Barbie had told her.

“It is normal for Barbie, I will tell you that much.” the redhead answered me, equally unphased. Then, she added in a whisper, as if revealing classified information. “Though, I can add, she isn’t the only girl friend I’ve ever had this type of conversation with, or whatever. However, like she said, it’s high level friendship stuff.”

I am not gonna lie, that left me stunned. I felt like I had taken a peek inside the ‘gal code’, if there ever was such a thing, and it felt like uncovering forbidden knowledge that completely altered the way you see and understand the world from then on. The combination of both the reveal that Cassandra knew some sordid details of my sex life, and that both girls share these things with other close friends, had me frozen on the spot, trying to process all of that.

“Barbie, what’s with all these boxes anyways.” Cassandra asked our mutual friend. I had been left stunned for so long that the girls just continued their conversation without me.

“Oh yeah, remember that other property of his I was telling you about, Bianca?”

“That was the buff lady with a mean tongue game?”

“Exactly. Turns out all of us, owner and his other objects, are all moving in together. We’re gonna live in her apartment now!”

“That’s awesome! So he got a new object to play with, and, as a bonus, also got a new apartment to live in?”

“That’s pretty much it, yeah.”

“Congrats, Alex!” Cassandra smiled as she gave me a congratulatory fistbump to the shoulder.

“Wait, that’s not how we met at all!” These were the first words that came out of my mouth after I managed to come out of the stun.

“I think he’s buffering.” Barbie whispered to Cassandra.

“We didn’t meet because I made you my property.” I continued. “We were childhood friends! We’ve known each other for years, we just happened to rekindle our friendship through these… unusual circumstances.” What finally gave me the strength to return to normal and talk again was the detail that Cassandra, the girl I had a crush on, didn’t make any negative comments or expressions when she discovered I was Barbie’s owner. Whatever that meant for her, it didn’t seem to mar her perception of me, so I still had a chance. A chance to do what, exactly, I was too frazzled to say, but it was still there.

“Well, to be fair, I was planning on filling her in on our backstory eventually.” Barbie continued. “I was just so focused on detailing our…” The girls exchanged glances again. ‘“... last few days together, that I didn’t have time to tell her about most of the details involving our relationship before this past week.”

“And besides, she didn’t even know you and I were friends too.” Cassandra jumped to her defense. “I’m sure she would have told me more about your past together if she had known we knew each other.”

“Oh, you’re taking her side now?” I smirked at the redhead. Yup, she was talking to me the same way she always had.

“Of course, us girls gotta stick together.” She said as she high fived the goth.

“Absolutely!” Said goth added with gusto.

“Alright, alright, you win.” I sighed.

“Yes!” Both girls high fived again.

“Although, I gotta correct you on one thing, owner.” Barbie continued, with a more serious tone this time. “You said you ‘made’ me your property, except you didn’t ‘make’ me into anything. I decided to do that myself.”

Oh yeah. The magic of the contract I signed with that devil. It made people rationalize everything that had been going on ever since, I guess that included the reasons the girls believed they had to sign their contracts in the first place. I decided to push a bit on this topic. Both in the name of research, but also to hopefully take my mind off the fact my crush knew of my sexual deeds. She had been talking to me like normal even after she found out, so that was enough of a win for now. And my curiosity was getting the better of me.

“Really? No one told you to do that? You didn’t feel compelled to sign the Certificate of Ownership in any way?”

“No, and I already told you the story of how it went down. I missed you, I was feeling lonely and wanted to feel a close bond like that again.” Then, it was her time to realize Cassandra was, in fact, still standing there. “Er, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, Cassie. You were kinda my only actual friend until a few days ago, and you were kinda busy that week.”

“None taken, don’t worry about it.” She really did seem super chill about it. Maybe the magic of the contract was making her be ok with it, just like everything else that came directly from said contract. “I might have done the same, if given the chance.”

Then why didn’t you, Cassandra Jones, why didn’t you? This was as good of a time as any to question her about it, since there would (probably) be no awkwardness involved because we already were casually talking about the contract anyway.

“Really? That’s surprising to hear. Would you really sign a contract like Barbie’s?”

“I mean, I guess I would. If I felt like it at the time, and the chance presented itself to me.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “But when Barbie tried to show me the link to the site she used, it wasn’t working anymore, it would just show an error message.”

Interesting. I had assumed whatever online place all three girls used to get their Certificates wouldn’t be accessible by just anyone, and it is cool to see that I was right. Hell, they may not have even been the same website. More importantly, Cassandra hadn’t dismissed the idea of signing the certificate herself at all. So why hadn't the contract worked for her?

“Are you sure? Would you really sign a Certificate of Ownership if you had the chance?” I asked, intrigued.

“Yes I would, but now you’re making me second guess myself.” Cassandra answered me, pondering the question.

Well, this was a dead end. Whatever the reason was that caused her to not have a Certificate after I asked for her by name, it looked like it wasn’t something she knew herself, so it was probably time to drop this line of questioning. And, if I’m being honest, I was doing everything in my power not to think of my beautiful friend and crush as another girl of my adoring group of objects, totally naked, on her knees, and ready to do literally anything I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me blushing or sporting a boner in the middle of this conversation. So, abandoning that line of thought, I asked the other question that had been plaguing my mind for the last few minutes.

“By the way, did you say you didn’t mind that Barbie signed a Certificate of Ownership instead of waiting a few days to hang out with you?”

“Yeah, my friend felt lonely, I was super busy with a lot of tests to study for, so she signed herself away to become someone else’s property. What are you not getting?” She said this with such a straight face, there was no way she was joking.

“And you don’t mind that at all?”

“Why would I?” Both girls looked at me quite puzzled as to why I thought a girl feeling lonely and then signing herself away to become someone’s object to be used was anything other than a perfectly logical chain of events. That magic was doing one hell of a heavy lifting.

“Nothing, never mind.” There were some good discoveries about the contract and how people who weren’t its direct target were affected by it. But it looked like I wasn’t going to get anything more substantial out of the girls for now. “Anyway, we should get going. We still have to stop by Barbie’s house to pick up her boxes, and then properly move both of us into the apartment.” I was also very keen on NOT letting either girl discover how turned on I was by the simple suggestion that Cassandra might want to sign one of those certificates.

“Actually owner, I’m not sure all my boxes are gonna fit in just one trip.” Barbie motioned to the completely packed trunk. “You were moving stuff bit by bit through the week and your trunk is still filled to the brim. I don’t think all of my stuff will fit just in the back seat.”

“Shit, you’re riiiiiight. All the more reason for us to leave now, we will have to make multiple trips.” I said, disappointed. “Sorry Cassandra, we’re gonna have to continue this chat another day. You are totally invited to our new house, though.” Nevertheless, I was relieved that I wouldn’t need to fake not being horny anymore. One quick trip to Barbie’s and I would be able to relieve this tension once we got back home.

“You are so right, owner! Now that I know the three of us are friends, I can organize all sorts of hangouts!” Barbie was already excited for whatever hangout she had just come up with.

“Actually, I have a better suggestion.” Cassandra said slowly, the idea forming in her mind. “What if I help you guys move? I can take my car to her house alongside you and then we load the boxes on both cars. It would save you two the trip.”

“Really?! You’d really help us like that?!” Barbie was beaming with joy.

“That’s what friends are for!” Cassandra gave her a big smile.

Well, shit. Looks like I was going to keep being reminded of how hot Cassandra as one of my objects would be. As much as I loved hanging out with her again, the temptation was too great right now, and this was my last chance to try and dissuade her from coming.

“I hate to be the stickler,” I said, “but this is going to take most of the day. Are you sure you can afford spending your whole Saturday helping us move?”

“Alex, the only thing I’ve got going on right now is a stupid statistics test next week that I have to study for. I’d take any opportunity to take my mind off of it and helping my friends sounds like an awesome way to do it.”

“Awesome, let’s go owner!” Barbie ran back to my car as fast as possible. “I can't believe my two best friends are gonna hang out together!”

Seeing Barbie so incredibly happy made up my mind. So what if I had a crush on Cassandra? She was still my friend, and we were going to hang out together right now, just like we always did. Alongside my other friend. Who was also my property. And who I also had a very steamy sexual relationship with. Shit, this was gonna be hard, wasn’t it?

“Hey, Cassandra,” I turned to her as I walked to the car, “thank you very much for this. I owe you one.”

“You bet your ass you do.” She smiled back at me. “Now let’s get to moving.”