Sex Sensei

Joey shut his bedroom door behind them and for a second just stood there, his back against the wood, staring.

This was insane.

His room—his dumb, ordinary room with the scuffed carpet and crooked posters on the wall—was suddenly filled with more beauty than he had ever thought possible outside a movie. Indira, in her short white skirt and lavender top that kept threatening to slip lower over her chest. Serena, shimmering in the ridiculous harem-girl costume, all gauzy fabric and jangling bangles that left so much skin bare. And Juniper, his sister, lounging in the black lace crotchless bodysuit like she had just stepped out of some forbidden catalogue, stockings clipped neatly into garters.

All three of them looking at him.

All three of them crazy about him.

It was like the universe had played a prank, handing him the fantasy of every teenage boy in history. Except—well—he wasn't ready.

His brain short-circuited. He thought he should say something suave, something confident, but what came out was, "Uh. So. Yeah."

That broke the tension. Serena giggled first, her bracelets jingling as she covered her mouth. Indira blushed crimson and gave a nervous laugh. Even Juniper snorted, like she couldn’t believe her dorky brother had somehow landed in this situation.

"Real smooth," Juniper teased, stretching out on his bed like it was hers, black lace catching the lamplight. "Prince Charming strikes again."

Joey ran a hand through his hair. "You think I've, uh… done this before?"

That set them off again. Indira hid her face in her hands, laughing, while Serena leaned back against his desk chair, legs crossed, shaking her head.

"Honestly?" Serena said. "I doubt any of us have. Not like this." She gestured vaguely to the three of them, the costumes, the room. "I mean, come on. An orgy? Who actually knows how that works?"

Indira peeked out between her fingers, still flushed. "I thought… maybe Joey would know."

"Why me?" he asked, genuinely baffled.

"Because you're the one we all…" Indira trailed off, unable to finish. She gave him a helpless shrug, her lavender top slipping lower again, and he knew what she meant anyway.

Juniper rolled her eyes. "Don't look at him like he's some kind of 'sex sensei'. He's as clueless as the rest of us."

That stung a little, but she wasn't wrong. She wasn't entirely right, either. Just that very morning he'd been with two women at the same time. This could be akin to that experience. But really, he had no playbook for this. Until a few days ago, he had been the guy girls barely noticed. And now here he was with three of them in his room, dressed like… this.

There was a long pause. The kind that got heavy. Everyone fidgeting, glancing at each other, not sure who was supposed to move first.

Indira twisted the hem of her skirt in her hands. Juniper propped her chin on her palm, smirking like she was waiting for him to fail. Serena crossed and uncrossed her legs, bracelets chiming softly, watching him with a half-smile that was equal parts confidence and desperation.

Finally, Serena broke the silence. "Okay, but seriously—what do we do?"

That question hung there, charged, ridiculous, perfect.

Juniper laughed. "I don't know. Do we, like, hold hands and count to three?"

Indira squeaked, "Juniper!" but she was laughing too, nerves bubbling out.

Joey rubbed his face, trying to hide his grin. "This is so stupid. I mean, it's not stupid, it's amazing, but…" He gestured helplessly. "I've got three girls in my room, and I don't know how to start."

Serena tilted her head at him, sly. "Well, Joey… you're the one in charge, right?"

Serena didn't wait for him to answer. She rose gracefully from the chair, the sheer fabric of her harem-girl costume catching the lamplight in ripples of gold and violet. Each step made the little bells sewn along her hips jingle softly, like a secret song meant only for him.

When she reached him, she placed her hand against his chest. Her palm was warm, steady, and Joey felt the air rush out of his lungs as if she had pressed right on his heart.

"Then tell me what you want me to do, master," she asked, her voice pitched low and teasing, but not quite hiding the tremor underneath.

He swallowed hard. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Serena's lips curved into a knowing smile. She didn't press him for words. Instead, with a slow, deliberate tug, she caught the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Joey raised his arms automatically, dazed, and the shirt was gone—tossed aside to land in a heap on the floor.

Before he could even register the loss of it, Serena leaned forward and kissed him. Her bracelets clinked as she slid her hands along his bare shoulders, her mouth soft but insistent against his.

Joey froze for a heartbeat, then melted. This was his first kiss with Serena and, while he was still getting to know her, that didn't stop her from giving it her all.

The sound of the kiss filled the small room.

It was Indira who moved next. She hovered uncertainly at first, her fingers twisting in her skirt, but the sight of Serena's lips on his seemed to snap something in her. With a sudden burst of courage, she stepped forward.

While Serena kissed him, Indira bent low, her dark hair brushing Joey's bare skin as her hands found the button of his jeans. She fumbled once, twice, then managed to slip it free. Her knuckles grazed his stomach as she tugged the zipper down, and Joey shivered.

Indira looked up briefly, her cheeks blazing crimson, then ducked her head again, pressing a small kiss to the side of his neck as if to apologize for her boldness.

Joey made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, his hands twitching uselessly at his sides.

Juniper had been watching the whole thing from the bed, her smirk growing sharper with each passing second. Finally, she rolled her eyes, swung her legs off the mattress, and stalked over.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, though her voice carried more amusement than annoyance as she wrapped her arms around Joey, her breasts pressing into his back. "You two are going to hog him all night if I don't step in."

Sliding her hands down Joey's stomach, Juniper took hold of the elastic of his underwear and pulled it down. Then she slid up beside Joey and Serena, one hand bracing on his shoulder as if staking a claim, the other softly gripping his now erect penis. Her perfume—spicy, sharp—cut through the air, mixing with the sweetness of Indira's shampoo and the faint incense-like scent of Serena's costume.

Suddenly Joey was surrounded. Serena's lips on his, Indira's mouth at his neck, Juniper's hand on his cock.

His mind reeled. It didn't matter if he knew what to do or not. It looked like, with the help of his girls, he was going to do it anyway.