Terry.

The door opens, and a flashlight blinds you. Your eyes quickly adjust, and you look behind it to see Terry, holding the flashlight on you with one hand while opening the door with the other. She moves slowly into the room, closing the door behind herself.

"We need to talk." Terry says, moving to where you are lying down. She moves the light away from your face and sits next to you, crosslegged. The position makes you very aware of her large breasts, and the nipples, which poke out very obviously through the white tank top don't help much.

Your erection throbs painfully as you lever yourself up to a reclining position. You nod at her, moving the blanket so that you do not create a tent.

"Talk." you reply.

"I think we shouldn't beat around the bush. I like girls. Okay?" she speaks, breathing out magnificently.

"No problem there." You reply. Your mind is racing with thoughts of her having her breasts licked by another pretty girl. It really doesn't help your very uncomfortable cock right not.

"The three of us girls. We're a unit. We know where we stand with each other." she explains, folding her hands in her lap. Your eyes pass over her toned arms, and you wonder what she looks like without her clothes on.

"I understand. You think I'm going to make problems." you venture, trying to keep calm.

"No. I think we're going to end up fighting over you." Terry smirks softly, her face taking on a softness you hadn't seen before.

"But I thought...." you say, unsure of what she's talking about.

"That I was a dyke?" Terry chuckles. "No, I never told the girls that. I said, quote, I don't like men very much, endquote. I never said I was a pure lesbo, the others just inferred it." Terry leans back, her hands on the floor behind her.

"Oh. I get it," you say, "you don't like the current crop of manly man males."

"Bingo! Give the man a cookie!" Terry laughs. "I like guys, just not ten at once."

"So, what made you...." you ask, cautiously.

"You didn't hit on us or try to **** us the minute you saw a female, like every other man who has seen us." Terry smiles, "In fact, you didn't even try to romance any of us. You just asked to be let in, tried to get some sleep, and came in here and jacked off." She points to your crotch, and you notice that despite your best efforts your erection is fairly obvious.

"Well, A man's got needs." you explain sheepishly.

"And you seem to be able to satisfy yourself." Terry smiles again. "So here's the deal. Ready to listen?"

"Shoot." you say calmly, despite your raging hard-on.

"You count as community property. Capice?"

"Not quite."

"Okay, I talked with the other girls, and we agreed that you won't belong to any of us. You know, like no don't be touchin my man bullshit." Terry laspses into fake ghetto speak for the last sentence, which pulls a chuckle from your lips.

"But here's the thing," Terry continues, "We all want a man. I mean, we're all starting to feel that itch, if you know what I mean. So, would you be all right with us sharing you?"