Skip to Sunday. Speaking with Emma, Emily and Megan.

That Friday with Emma was spent talking, watching a bit of porn, eating dinner made by her and, of course, having fun with each other. Waking up next to her is as amazing as ever. Her presence even makes your humble quarters feel like a 5-star hotel.

However, as agreed, Emma has to leave to speak to Emily and Megan, whom you contacted that same Friday, of course. You agreed on you not being present in that conversation, so they’ll meet at Emma’s place. Your plans then are to spend your Saturday on homework, essays and reading for school, getting through ¾ of your workload for next week.

It’s on Sunday that the moment of truth comes. It was decided that, after the girls talked, they wanted to talk to you too, so they’ll all come to your place at around 4:00 pm. You clean up the place as best you can, but that still doesn’t really make it a good place to have guests. You only have a desk chair and a bed to offer as seats, and with four people in the room, things will start to get crowded.

Emma is the first to arrive, wearing her tight, cream colored turtleneck sweater and tight blue jeans. She is followed closely by Emily, wearing a sky blue blouse under a white denim jacket that reaches slightly above her hips and finishing her outfit with tight white pants. Megan arrives a few minutes later and apologizes for being late. She wears a light pink dress with a white cardigan over it. The skirt of her dress reaches right below her knees. You thank your past self for buying the Great Host trait, because even in this terrible place, the girls seem to feel at ease.

Emily and Megan sit on your bed, Emma sits on the desk chair and you lean on the desk itself.

“So… did things go alright yesterday?” You ask.

“Of course! It was a good talk. We cleared up a lot of things.” Emma says with an honest smile.

“We apologized for asking you out without talking to her first.” Megan tells you.

“And I told them not to worry about that and that we talked about it before you accepted.” Emma finishes for her.

“It’s still weird how you’re dating a teacher.” Emily comments. “Or that you’re dating a student, Emma. How does it feel?”

Wait. She’s calling her Emma already?

“It’s terrible because I have to see him in class and I can’t even look at him funny!” Emma whines. “He’s so good at keeping the poker face though. It’s actually kind of annoying. He could make eyes at me every now and then at the very least.” She complains to you.

“Really? And here I thought you were amazing for being able to focus so well in your classes while I was getting so distracted. You call it a poker face, I call it spacing out.” You admit, surprised. “I really hate having to keep this a secret though. We can’t really go on dates unless they’re in that one bar.”

“What’s more, we can only see each other on weekends because I have so much work and he’s busy too.” Emma sighs. “It’s really difficult, but… it’s also so, so worth it.” She smiles, causing Emily and Megan to mirror it.

Emma then starts telling you of the conversation they had yesterday. “We talked a lot about how we’d like this relationships to go. After all, it’s not like what we’re doing is very common.” Or at all, really, but you remind yourself that everyone believes it’s normal for you now.

Emma gives the two younger girls a nod and a smile, encouraging them to contribute to the conversation. Megan smiles and starts talking. “We discussed how we’d like to approach this, and we agreed that we wanted to be open about it, at least between us.”

Emily picks it up from there. “I think that’s for the best. If each of us did things their own way, it would cause more problems for you and, well, it would feel awkward. We know you’ve done it with Emma, she knows you did it with us. We don’t want to be secretive about it.”

That’s good! It seems they’re on the same page as you and that’s a huge relief. In fact, they seem to have hit it off better than expected, because they’re already calling Emma by her name.

“I think that’s a good idea. I have no problem with it. They say communication is important, right?” You agree. “But I have to ask. How come you’re already calling Emma by her name? Not that I think it’s wrong. It’s just surprising.”

“Oh! Well, she told us to.” Megan tells you.

“Besides…” Emily gives you a shy smile. “Once you’ve talked about the things we have, it’s hard to keep that teacher/student distance.”

“Oh?”

“We told each other about our first times.” Emma chuckles. “Well, I told them about my first time with you. My real first time is not really interesting.”

“Oh. So… you talked about that.” Your face starts getting hot, realizing that topic must’ve included a lot of you, and you’re not sure how to feel about that other than embarrassed. Emma seems to notice this and stands up from her seat, chuckling and walking up to you to give you a comforting, playful hug.

“Come on, love! Don’t be embarrassed! I’ll have you know only good things were said.” She kisses your cheek and chuckles again. “Still, you’re cute when you get embarrassed.”

You notice Emily and Megan are giggling, yet they’re unusually quiet. They watch you and Emma, averting their eyes every few seconds, as if this wasn’t something they were supposed to see. It seems there’s still dissonance between what they want in this relationship and how they feel. Maybe it’s because Emma is older? Or because she was the first?

Emma suddenly holds your cheeks and gives you a deep French kiss. It takes you by surprise and it’s over before you can return it. She hugs you close and starts whispering by your ear.

“Go to them.” She says. “They think they come second in this relationship. Show them it’s not like that.” With a smile and a wink, she releases you from her embrace. Chortling and shaking your head, you walk up to the girls sitting on your bed. Emma is really perceptive. She noticed immediately how the girls were feeling.

Standing in front of them, both looking up at you with puzzled expressions, you offer them your hands, and they take them. Once they’re up, you hold both of them by the waist and pull them close, making them yelp in surprise. Doing this is kind of awkward, but you feel you might need to be more straight-forward in this situation.

Your face slowly inches towards Emily’s until your lips meet in a tender kiss. You can feel her body relax in your arm, and she opens her mouth eagerly to allow your tongue inside. You almost don’t want to stop, but Megan deserves the same attention. You kiss the smaller girl on the forehead, earning you a shy smile before she starts inching closer to you, kissing you passionately. You hear Emily swallow nervously before she tries to join in, carefully kissing your and Megan’s cheeks until it transforms into an awkward, yet very fun three-way kiss. You tongue is tangled with theirs at the same time, and the girls press their bodies against you, wanting to be closer and closer. Then, you pull away from the kiss.

“You mean just as much to me as Emma. I want you to understand that. I belong to you three, so as long as you can share without ripping me limb for limb, I’ll do my best to make you all happy.” You assure them with a smile, and are rewarded with the sound of their beautiful laughter. “There’re no seconds or thirds here, so I don’t want you being all quiet and awkward. If there’s something you don’t like, we talk about it. That’s what it means to be open, right?”

“You’re right. Sorry about that.” Emily sighs.

“We just… still felt like we were barging into an already existing relationship. We didn’t want to change things between you two.” Megan explains.

“Emma and I haven’t been dating for that long, and even then we can only see each other on weekends. It’s not like we have an established dynamic. Besides, things WILL change. They’ll change for the better. I bet things will be 10 times more fun from now on.”

“I hope so.” Emma says, hugging you from behind. “Can you keep up with the three of us?” She teases, grinning into your neck.

“Even if it kills me.” You assure her.

“Then how about a little naughty time to break the ice?” Your teacher offers, her hands roaming down and gently squeezing the bulge on your crotch.

“You mean… all four of us?” Megan’s eyes widen. She looks from Emma, to Emily, to you and then back to see Emma nodding.

“You’re up for a little fun, right love?” She nibbles your ear and starts to undo your belt. The younger girls take a small step back, only to watch with half-open mouths as their teacher unzips your pants and caresses your growing erection, contained now only by your boxers.