You don’t like the idea

“Now wait a minute,” you protest. “This is getting way out of hand. Sarah, the last thing you need is to start bed hopping between guys. You start doing that, and it’ll be like eating potato chips: you’re always going to want ‘just one more.’”

Chet frowns at your word, and Sarah sticks out her lower lip in a pout that you have always found to be very much a turn-on.

“Are you sure that’s the reason, Connor?” asks Kendra. You turn to her, a little surprised that she is the one to speak up. She is, after all, your girlfriend, and the one to whom you should be the most attached. Logically, she shouldn’t object to Sarah getting her rocks off with someone else so she doesn’t have to compete for your attention.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

She takes your hand. “Are you sure you aren’t just the wee bit jealous?”

“Jealous? Are you kidding?” You look around at the others and see that they are looking at you expectantly. You turn your attention back to Kendra.

“I’m just looking out for all of us, to save our skins. It’s bad enough that we have only been here a few minutes and both of you felt compelled to grab a quick screw. We’re going to get caught if this keeps up, and then it will be the end of what we’ve got going for us back at school.”

“Wait a minute... Did I understand you correctly that you two were....” Chet makes a circle with his thumb and forefinger of one hand and pistons his other forefinger in and out of the hole.

Kendra blushes slightly and avoids her cousin’s look. “It was just a quickie... And obviously no one knew about it. Not until someone just blew the secret.” She shoots darts at you with her eyes.

Feeling slightly chagrined, you keep going. “That’s all beside the point. The thing is, it’s already explosive enough with just Kendra’s folks being here. At least they know Kendra and I are seeing each other, even if they don’t know that we’re — well — seeing all of each other. But Sarah’s folks are ultra-paranoid about her being around guys, and if they suspect that she’s sleeping around, they’ll blow up. They won’t just put an end to us being suitemates; they’ll pull her right out of school.”

Chet holds up his hand. “Wait a minute... You guys live together?”

Kendra pats your knee patronizingly and says, “Well done, Mr. We-Have-To-Keep-Everything-A-Secret.”

Chet looks back and forth between the three of you, putting the pieces together. “So the three of you live together at school, and none of your parents know about it? And the two of you are boyfriend and girlfriend, but Connor is also sleeping with Sarah, and that’s ok with Kendra?”

“It sounds a lot worse when you say it like that,” you say. “Technically, we don’t live together... We have adjacent dorm rooms, connected by a shared bathroom.”

Sarah speaks up and says, “And it’s not like Connor is sneaking around or anything; Kendra and I are the ones who put him up to it. Oh... and besides, Kendra and I make out together all the time, too, so it’s not like she’s getting left out.”

You roll your eyes and say, “I don’t think that helps things, Sarah.”

You can tell Chet is working hard to process all of this. “And what’s this medication you guys are talking about?”

You decide the best thing to do is to come clean with all the details and trust that Chet isn’t going to rat on you. You explain Sarah’s condition, leaving out your part in manipulating her medication orders and her room assignment. You tell him how she has been successful in channeling her nymphomania into being satisfied through you and Kendra, thus negating the destructive behavior of jumping every guy on campus.

“And the medication that keeps this condition under control is back in your room on campus, along with your clothes for the weekend?” he asks.

“Yeah... that’s where the plan kind of fell apart,” you admit. “So we’re asking for your help. One, for keeping this all to yourself so we don’t get in trouble, and two, I could really use a couple of changes of clothes for the weekend, if you don’t mind.”

Chet nods, blankly, still sizing everything up.

You look over at the duffle bag by the door. “Incidentally, what is in the bag?” you ask, remembering Sarah’s uncomfortable response when she realized what you had brought.

“Oh... It’s just.... Some stuff,” she says, vaguely.

You’ve known Sarah well enough to know that she doesn’t cover things up very often — her breasts, for example. Seeing her suddenly go vague about the bag raises your suspicions. You get up and take the bag and say, “Why don’t I trust you?”

Sarah opens her mouth to protest, but you have your hand inside the bag before she can stop you. You feel a number of objects, grab one at random and pull it out. You let out a yelp and let go of the large rubber dildo that emerges from the bag.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, rubbing your palm rapidly over your pants, as if to wipe off any cooties. “I’ve been carrying around a rubber dick?”

Sarah looks sheepishly at Chet, who is staring, wide-eyed at the rubber penis lying on the floor. Kendra, however, breaks out in laughter. “Oh, you grabbed that bag!’ She gets up and takes the bag from your hand and looks inside.

“It’s a good thing my dad didn’t help you carry this into the house,” she says, pulling out a two-headed dildo and holding it above her head, like she was He-Man, about to exclaim, “By the power of Greyskull!”

“You have a bag of sex toys?” asks Chet, still wide-eyed. “How many do you have?”

Sarah gets up and retrieves the two dildos, grabs the bag, and stuffs the toys back inside. “It’s a hobby,” she says, defiantly. “I didn’t know whether I’d be able to find a guy at school, given the way my parents tried to lock me down, so I thought it would be good to have a fall-back plan.”

You shake your head in wonder. Despite having had sex with this girl multiple times a day since you met her, she still continues to surprise you.

Suddenly you hit on an idea. “Wait a minute... This is perfect! If you have your toys, then you don’t need your medication.”

She looks at the bag doubtfully. “They’re just not the same, Connor. Not to give you too big of a head, but having you inside me is way better than a cold piece of rubber.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but don’t you see what I’m saying? Whenever you feel the urge, you can just excuse yourself, reach the bag and go to town. No need to worry about us all getting in trouble.”

“And that’s what you want me to do, too?” asks Kendra, looking a little put out. “When I get the urge, you’d rather I forget about you and find my satisfaction in Sarah’s bag?”

You pause, thinking about that. When she says it that way, it doesn’t sound nearly as brilliant as when you thought of it. Mainly, you thought the bag of sex toys would keep Sarah away from Chet, but if that also means that you won’t get any from Kendra for a few days, then you’re not entirely sure that’s the best course of action.

“Now can we just revisit this whole thing?” asks Chet. “I’m not trying to crash your party or anything, but I’ve got to tell you that college life for me is nothing like it is for you. I don’t live next door to two girls who want to have sex with me. I live in the basement of my aunt and uncle’s house, and I go to a community college. Before Sarah came into my room a few minutes ago, the most action I’ve had in months has been with my own hand! It’s pretty quiet down here in the basement, and we can all run interference for each other. I say we just let nature take its course and see what happens.”

You let his words sink in, while also noting that his eyes are looking hungrily at Sarah, clearly wanting to spend some more “quality time” with her.

“He’s got a point, Connor,” says Kendra. “We can cover for each other, if necessary. Besides, it’s not like it’s going to be happening a lot — just when necessary.”

“I know what your definition of ‘when necessary’ is when it comes to screwing,” you say.

Kendra steps over to you and gazes at you, pleadingly. “Come on... It will be ok. I’ll make it worth your while... I promise....”

She gives you a nibble on your earlobe, which never fails to send an erotic charge through your whole body. You feel your determination suddenly evaporating.