A Few Weeks Later

------------------------------------------------------------Taylor-------------------------------------------------------------

I knocked on the door to Saul's family's apartment, feeling anxious even though I'd been over a couple of times now.

The door opened and my stomach dropped a bit when I saw who had opened it. His sister, Megan. She was tiny but as her electric blue spikey hair and copious elaborate tatoos declared, her big personality more than made up for it.

She had a smile that matched the one the devilish figure had on her bare upper arm, "Why hello, Taylor!"

"Uh. Hi." I said meekly under her intent gaze, knowing well what was coming next.

Her eyes sparkled and I couldn't maintain eye contact as she crooked her finger, "Come here and give yo mama some sugar."

My cheeks were burning and I was exceedingly glad the hallway was empty as I rushed forward to get this over with. Megan's hands were soft but my cheeks were firmly in her grip as she pulled my head down and kissed me.

I attempted to kiss her back but her lips were too energetic and overpowering for me to do much and I soon had her tongue in my mouth. Her saliva tasted tropical, evidence of a sucker I hadn't seen her eat.

The kiss was long just as the last two had been but Megan finally released my face and I gasped a bit for breath. I blinked as I noted her clothing or lack thereof.

She had a black t-shirt on whose sleeves had been torn off and so had much of the bottom half, revealing her enviously toned abdomen. The name of a band I didn't recognize was emblazoned across it. That was the extent of actual clothing. Looking down I now knew what had been prodding my stomach during our kiss. Megan's slim and starkly white hips were wearing only a black strap harness bearing an exceedingly large blue strap-on that matched the color of her hair.

In the cramped living room of the apartment behind her, I became aware of the presense of two other people and my comfort about the empty hallway evaporated. One of the two women was a petite Asian girl of my age, eighteen. She was wearing a school girl's uniform, a tiny pleated skirt that was casually flipped up revealing her alarming lack of underwear. Her white blouse was completely undone showing off her creamy skin but thankfully her braless breasts remained covered. Lying akimbo beside her was a beautiful blonde of about twenty-five whose incredibly buxom almost amazonian body was completely nude. She had a loopy smile on her face and a glazed look in her eyes.

"Mmm... so come in, Tay. Meet Yuki and Didi." Megan pulled me in as I stared at the clearly moisture covered dildo sticking out, trying to avoid it as it swung around in front of her, "Say hello to Tay-Tay, ladies!"

I didn't appreciate the nick name but given the situation I was prepared to let it go and while Megan's attitude was annoying she wasn't malicious about it, in fact quite the opposite. She was really quite friendly which made sense given that she really wanted to get into my pants. I knew this because she'd told me so point blank. I was flattered but also completely bewildered by her.

The blonde waved a limp hand in my direction while Yuki smiled brightly, chirping, "Hi!" then her eyes narrowed as her head shifted back to Megan, "More sex!"

Megan grinned while holding up a stopping hand at the girl, "Cool your jets, Yuki-baby." Rolling her eyes as she looked back at me, she said, "You know, cutie, my bro's in his room being boring, he's not going anywhere. Why don't you hang with us girls and have some real fun?"

I wasn't tempted. This was way too awkward and completely insane. But it really was flattering. I knew I wasn't beautiful or even pretty. My mouth was too big, my face was just kind of there and I was too skinny. Still, the fact that Megan so clearly was attracted to me was good for my self-esteem. The fact that she was a girl wasn't bad. She was a lesbian and presumably had a boy's taste in women so that meant some guys might feel the same way, right?

"Uh. No thank you er. Thanks, though." I turned her down entirely awkwardly but I don't think there was an unawkward way to so...

Megan shrugged, "Suit yourself. But you know... don't be intimidated. My foot long dong here doesn't come out to play until after I've made sweet sweet love to your pretty little pussy at least seven or eight times."

I didn't know how to respond to that or the fact that I could see her naked bottom as she faced the couch and fed her dildo to Yuki. I totally ignored the way she grabbed the Asian's pig tails and guided her head bobbing back and forth in front of her and the lewd sounds Megan was making like she could actually feel her mouth. Instead I made my way swiftly towards the hallway and Saul's room.

"Hey wait." I stopped and saw Megan pointing at a dry erase board lying haphazardly in the ragged lazyboy chair. My eyes immediately saw the seal of the government department Saul worked for and then I read the rest of the board:

Official Rules for this Domicile

Underwear strictly prohibited.

I really wish Saul had let me know prior to me coming over as I could have been appropriately attired though more likely I just would have asked him to come over my house rather than dealing with this. "Uh. Can I use your bathroom?" I asked feeling really embarrassed.

"IF you must." replied Megan with a heavy sigh, communicating her preference for where she'd rather I take them off quite clearly.

I made my way to the hallway and entered the bathroom as Megan called out, "You've got to present them to Saul for inspection too! Don't forget!"

I really didn't want to do that and try as I might I couldn't come up with any reason why I should have to do so. What was the point of having my underwear inspected? I thought this as I closed the door and kicked off my shoes. Taking off my underwear wasn't awesome but I could accept it. And I could even come up with some reasons for why it was currently necessary at Saul's place. Given all the sex that was no doubt officially required, I imagined it had something to do with ease of access.

Panties and bra in hand and feeling distinctly weird with my jeans and shirt pressing against sensitive skin, I opened the door and stepped out. I stepped towards the living room again, I really wanted to ask Megan about this underwear inspection thing but stopped short when I heard the unmistakable sound of a hand meeting flesh several times in quick succession and then Yuki's high pitched voice, "My ass needs more than just hands—it needs cock! Fuck my ass, Megs! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

My eyebrows slowly rose and I stared so hard at the wall my eyes got uncomfortable. It. Wasn't. Anatomically. Possible. Megan's dildo was so enormous it seemed like a comedy prop rather than an actual usable sex toy...

I mean- I was uncomfortably aware that Saul was similarly endowed but I had an explanation for that, the very reason why I was coming over in fact.

In any event, I was not going back into that room and I suddenly felt trapped. It wasn't like I was all that comfortable with Saul just yet even though I owed him for helping me out of the locker. He was pretty much the only decent person at Winslow as far as I was concerned. I guess the authority he had meant he didn't care much about the school's social hierarchies, but it still meant something that he wanted to be my friend. Thinking about this allowed me to shake off the feeling of not belonging here and not being able to escape, and I headed over to the closed door to his room.

I lifted my hand to knock, really hoping he was decent. The last time I'd come over Megan had led me to the door and opened it and I'd gotten quite the appealing but also embarrassing view of Saul flexing in front of a mirror completely nude. Interestingly enough he'd been holding his license and had shown it to me even though I'd seen it plenty of times before. He showed it to everyone all the time and over and over again. It was really kind of weird.

But suffice it to say, the view had been... distracting to say the least.

I knocked.