Who would you be okay with me having sex with?

Bernie took a deep breath and searched Gary's face. "So what did you want to ask?"

Gary said, "Well, with Peter nailing six people up the butthole in a week, it kinda made me stop and think, you know. Who's in our circle? You and me. Who's it okay for me to get with? For you?"

Bernie brushed her thick curly hair out of her face. "You mean, for us?" Her eyes were steady and serious behind her big round glasses.

Gary blushed. "Yeah."

"Let's start with you," Bernie said. "Never hide anything. Always tell me. Now that I know, you can do anything with Peter. And you and Mom can masturbate together. She likes watching you. But anyone else? Cool it. Go slow. Don't do it and think you're gonna apologize. Ask me. Don't put me on the spot. And don't make me the bad guy."

Gary nodded.

"Me," Bernie said. "Well, me and you. I actually, you know, I want you a little more." Gary nodded. Bernie swallowed and nodded. "I do want to show off. A lot. I want everyone to see how good you are for me. I want my mom to see me come with you. Eating me. Fucking me till I come. And I want your mom to see me coming, too." Her mouth was set in a line. She took a breath and continued. "So. About me. Me and Mom can have sex. Me and the women at Mom's Pleasure Circles. But with anyone else, same as for you."

"Okay," Gary said.

"Okay, now, sex parties?" Bernie said. "We talk it out like this time. If we decide we want to keep going like Peter and Sandy, we'll have party rules like they do."

"Okay," Gary said. "Hug?"

"Hug."

The young lovers embraced as they sat nude on the edge of Gary's bed. In the quiet, they could hear the rhythms of Billy Royce's latest album filtering from Lil's room, and the thump of feet on the floor. Lil was dancing to her favorite star's music. Rhythmic grunts and moans from downstairs declared the afternoon's sex party still in full swing.

"There is someone I'd like to see you with today," Bernie said.

"Oh, really?" Gary said. "I kinda had that thought about you too."

"Tell," Bernie said.

"No, you tell," Gary said.

"Same time, then," Bernie said. "On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Bernie and Gary blurted out the names on top of each other.

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