Ricardo, Najbreit, Genevieve

I head back down the stairs, my phone still in hand, when I hear snippets of the conversation that Genevieve and Erin are having.

“But I still do kind of miss Ricardo,” Genevieve says.

“It would be strange if we didn’t,” I hear Erin reply.

“Oh, Ricardo, come back, come back!” Genevieve laments loudly as I walk into the kitchen again. Her arms are thrown up into the air, her face cast towards the sky—she’s clearly exaggerating, and Erin snickers.

“Who’s Ricardo?” I ask.

Genevieve looks at Erin, who looks at Genevieve, and then at me.

“Our boyfriend,” Erin says simply.

It takes a second for any thoughts to click together in my head.

Our…

Boyfriend!?

My phone clatters from my hand against the ground. I… feel like a part of my world has just been shaken. Genevieve is bi. Erin is bi. They’re bi! And…

“You guys are swingers?” I ask.

There’s a brief moment of stunned silence. Then, Genevieve bursts out laughing, while Erin shakes her head like I’m a hopeless cause.

“He’s our boyfriend, not some random guy that we hook up with,” Genevieve says, her hand up to cover her mouth as she stifles yet another giggle.

“To be fair, ‘swingers’ isn’t really a misnomer, because our polycule does happen to permit sex with outsiders, provided that the others give permission,” Erin says drily. “It’s just, you know, only incidentally true.”

“And to spare your poor soul from wondering: yes, our polycule is just the three of us. No more nasty surprises,” Genevieve laughs.

She bends down to pick up my phone for me, giving me a gracious view of her tits squeezed between the folds of her bathrobe on the way down, and I accept my phone into a hand that I didn’t realise was slack until now. The action reminds to close my mouth, which I realise was, up until this point, still agape.

“I see,” I say, nodding. I’m still processing the latest news, even though, in hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. “So Ricardo… he also knows about me? The secret parts, I mean.”

“He’s in the loop,” Erin says.

“But he’s not here in the house,” I say, wondering if I’ve somehow missed a man hiding in the shadows.

“He normally lives here with me,” Genevieve says. “But he’s spending this year visiting Stanford. He visits once a month or so, though!”

“Not often enough,” Erin comments.

“Wait, wait,” I say, holding up a hand. “But that means you’re texting Ricardo everything… so how are you getting around Father’s monitoring?”

“I just keep another phone on me,” Erin shrugs. “Ricardo works with a lot of cryptography-adjacent things, so he juiced up an open source messenger, and we talk over that. It’s pretty secure.”

“That sounds handy,” I say. “Do you think you could hook me up with that too?”

“I can get you set up later tonight,” Genevieve offers.

“Just don’t be bugging me for advice all day,” Erin says. “I do have my own research to focus on and a few hundred million dollars to run.”

She checks her phone, and then raises an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, Tokyo’s going to open up soon. I should get going.”

“We can handle the dishes,” Genevieve says, tossing out the half-carton or so of leftovers from our meal. I almost flinch at the sight—so much good food being wasted—but then I remember all of the food that I left on the plate as a kid. I never really thought about what would happen to it when I left the table, but now I know that all those hardly-touched courses would have been quietly disposed of by the staff.

“Thanks. I’ll catch you two tomorrow then,” Erin says.

She pulls on a long grey winter coat—that explains the blouse she was wearing earlier—and then she kisses Genevieve on the lips, a sight that twists up my innards, leaving me almost unprepared when Erin comes up to me and brushes her lips against my cheeks.

Her lips, like Genevieve’s, are terribly soft, but unlike hers, they’re so, so cool, an icy rush sending a shiver down my back as I resist the urge to turn my head and kiss her on the lips. Erin smiles at me, and she starts walking towards the hallway, checking her phone a last time.

Genevieve taps her on the shoulder.

“Can we talk for a second?” she asks.

“I was going to say the same at the door,” Erin says.

The two of them smile at each other, and then make for the hallway, where I can just barely see their silhouettes in the darkness there. Knowing my place, I start moving the dishes over to the sink, ignoring the traces of whispers that I can hear. At some point, I cast a look over my shoulder, and see Genevieve looking at me. She quickly glances back at Erin.

I begin washing the dishes. This isn’t my business, curious as I am. The two of them wrap up their conversation less than a minute later. I hear Genevieve softly giggling, the sound of a quick kiss, and then a few seconds later, the door closing shut.

I am scrubbing my plate clean when I suddenly feel a figure jump onto my back, two arms wapping around my chest. I feel Genevieve’s legs dangling around mine.

“Hey,” she breathes into my ear. I can feel her breasts pressed against my back. “You know we have a dishwasher?”

“W..Wha…?”

“We have one bedroom in this house, and it would be rude for a guest to sleep on the couch,” she continues in a low, sultry voice. “And I think it’s time for bed.”

“You want me to load the dishes into the dishwasher…” I say slowly, and I feel her nodding her chin into my shoulder. “So that I can head to the bedroom sooner?”

Her foot gradually slides up the length of my leg, where it eventually finds my crotch.

“Clever boy,” she whispers. Her foot presses against my hardening cock.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” she breathes, and then I feel her drop away, her feet softly pattering up the staircase.