“We might as well give it a try.”

Heather looks at me thoughtfully and then, with an air of surprise—as if she can’t quite believe what she’s hearing—says, “I’m not bi by any means, but I’ve fooled around with Eileen and Alyssa.” From the way she giggles, it’s obvious the sudden heat in my face does indeed mean I’m blushing furiously. “I know, I know, TMI. Except it isn’t, really, because it means I’ve at least thought about a threesome—that way.

“I don’t know,” she says musingly. “I’m not sure I could be OK with it . . . but I have thought that with the right guy, and the right girl, a threesome could be fun; and if you aren’t the right guy, I don’t know who could be.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly.

“And I suppose,” she continues, “I suppose . . . well, I suppose if it was good once, it could keep being good; and so I suppose I can’t really say no without more information. It means I’ll have to visit quite a bit”—her grin flashes wide—“to see if I could really share you with this Rachel. But I guess I can’t say it wouldn’t work without trying it, so . . . well, we might as well give it a try. If nothing else, it will be something else to experience.

“Right now, though, I want a different new experience,” Heather purrs.

“Oh?” I ask, a little confused by the sudden right turn in the conversation.

“Yeah. Your cock in my pussy, in every position we can think of, as many times as we can manage it before my parents come home tomorrow night.”