An Author's Research Project [FFM].

[Tags: FFM Threesome / Age-Gap / Older Man and Younger Women]

***

It was a topic I’d been avoiding for years. A total of sixteen book written, two trilogies and two pentalogies. All of them completed in the last 16 years of my career as a novelist. I had found a fair amount of success writing mysteries, thrillers, fantasy epics and science fiction journeys. I wanted to test myself, write in different genres to see how far I could go, and despite having some personal doubts about their quality, they had all been fairly successful books. And yet I had never written a single romance in my whole career.

No romance novel or even a romance subplot despite knowing how popular they are. I was deliberately avoiding them like the plague. Why? Because I’m already 34 years old and I’ve never had any romantic experience whatsoever.

Laugh if you want. When my editor suggested my next book to be a romance and I told him this, he did just the same.

“Michael, you’re a successful dude and not even bad looking,” he told me. “At worst you have a bit of a belly and you could stand to shave more often, but even so! How on earth have you never had a girlfriend?”

I crossed my arms defensively, glaring at him from across the desk in his office. If I hadn’t grown close to this man in the last five years we’d been working together, I never would’ve admitted it, but I still didn’t appreciate the laughter.

“What do you want me to say? I spent my school years thinking up stupid stories and writing them in notebooks instead of talking to girls. How do you think I debuted at 18? I kept doing that year after year and before I knew it I was 30 and never even kissed a girl.”

Harry’s laughter stopped. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Alright, sorry, seriously. It’s just… Man, I’ve never met anyone who has never been in a relationship. I thought it was weird that you’d been single since I met you.”

“It’s fine. Whatever. I like my books, anyway. I don’t need a relationship. I’m happy with how things are.”

“Are you, though?”

“Ah?”

“Remember when you decided to go on a trip to Spain to get a first-hand look at the landscapes and architecture for your fantasy series? and didn’t you interview all those policemen and detectives to get a better feel for how to write your mystery trilogy?”

Oh, boy. I know where he’s going with this.

“You’ve gotten better with every book, Michael, but a lot of your audience still wonders why you’ve never written a romance even when your characters have good chemistry. So if you feel you can’t write a romance because you don’t have experience, then it’s the perfect time to do some research again.”

I shot him a cynical smirk. “Want me to interview married couples?”

“You’re coming to a mixer with me.”

“A… mixer?”

“You, me, maybe some other friends of mine and an equal amount of girls. We all have fun drinking, pair up at the end of the night and go our merry ways.”

“Harry, this is an awful idea. It’s gonna end terribly.”

“And even if it does, you’ll still learn something from it, won’t you? You always do.” Shit, he had a point. You can always take something away even from bad experiences and put them in a book. Hell, sometimes bad experiences are better inspiration. “And besides, it’s not like you can’t talk to women. You do it just fine.”

“Not when it’s… about this stuff,” I said, grimacing. “Harry, I don’t fucking know how to do this.”

“Michael, come on! If not for yourself, do it for your career, your stories.”

“...” Motherfucker knew me well. Way too fucking well. Ugh. “Alright, fine. I’ll do it.”

Harry clapped his hands once, beaming at me. “Great! You won’t regret this. In fact… I have a pretty good idea of who I can introduce you to.”

I started feeling sick from nerves.

***

Harry is a very outgoing guy. Plenty of friends means plenty of connections. I was wondering how many people he invited to this thing as I parked my car in the hotel’s underground parking lot. I almost didn’t want to get out. I didn’t want to go in there. I was afraid.

I shook my head, let out a loud groan and rubbed my face. I’m here already and not showing up after saying I would is something I could never do. Just go, Michael. Go in there, have some drinks, meet people and listen to their stories to know more about the world, then… just go back home, like always.

Harry didn’t tell me if this was a formal event or not, so I decided to wear blue jeans and a black shirt. I did trim down my beard to something of a 3-day stubble, since I’ve been told that I have a baby face when I shave completely. Still… Harry’s comment the other day stuck, and I ended up looking at my belly again. I wasn’t… fat, exactly, but I wasn’t thin or muscular, either. I want to blame my job for it, but I knew I could stand exercise more or eat less chips.

Not that it matters, does it? No one’s going to… Well, whatever.

Harry made reservations at the restaurant of a pretty big hotel. Felt like he was making too big a deal out of this. Still, I walked in and the receptionist led me to a separate room in the restaurant, a private lounge for about ten people. It had a floor of polished wood, warm lighting, large sofas of brown velvet, two black coffee tables with glass surfaces, a large flat-screen TV on the wall and a long dinner table.

I was the only one there.

I was right on time. Two minutes early, actually, but even as I awkwardly waited for 15 more minutes, no one was showing up. What’s going on? It was about then that I got a call from Harry.

“Harry, what’s happening? No one’s here yet.”

“Michael, I’m really sorry. I won’t be able to make it. Something came up,” Harry told me.

I held back a groan, but still let out a frustrated sigh. “So is this thing cancelled, then?”

“No, no. Look… I already paid for everything. I don’t know who else will make it, but enjoy yourself with whoever does, alright? Sorry, dude, I’ll explain everything on Monday. Have fun!”

“Wait, what do you mean you don’t know who…?”

He hung up.

I’m naming a petty villain after him in my next book.

I really considered just leaving. After all, it was 20 minutes after the appointed time and nobody was showing up, not even the organizer himself. Won’t lie and say it didn’t feel awful, but I was also kind of relieved.

I paced around the room, uncomfortable with the whole situation. Should I just leave? Felt like I should, but if everything was already paid for, then maybe I could at least have a meal and a drink. It was as I was making up my mind to just leave that people arrived. Two of them. And oh how I wish they hadn’t.

“I’m so sorry we’re late!”

“It’s all my fault. I forgot my phone in my house and we had to go back for it…”

Two women. Two young and dangerously gorgeous women that made my heart flutter with a single glance, wearing bodycon dresses that perfectly accentuated fit, athletic bodies. It was awful.

One of them was a girl with Asian features standing at approximately 1.70 meters. She had short auburn hair in something of a boyish hairstyle, her bangs swept to the side. Her dress was wine red, strapless and reaching just above her knees. Most strikingly, though, her eyes were of a surprising and beautiful amber color.

The other was a bit taller. A woman of fair, creamy white skin wearing a black dress with thin straps that reached higher up her leg than her friend’s. She had long, wavy blonde hair and big, deep blue eyes.

My mind conjured thoughts before I could stop them, ideas that hurt my heart. Ideas of embracing them, of holding their hands, of sharing sweet peaceful moments together… With both of them.

Would’ve slapped myself awake if it didn’t make me come off as insane. Imagine seeing two beautiful girls and that’s the first thing you think about. Greedy, inappropriate bastard, Michael. At least just pick one!

…

But they are both so damn gorgeous! I didn’t know if I should be flattered or scared that both of them looked me up and down as if appraising me, but when their eyes met mine again, they both began to scan the room instead.

“U-Um… Is nobody else here yet? Did we get the time wrong?” the blonde girl asked.

“Harry just called me,” I said. “He won’t be able to make it and doesn’t know who else will come.”

They looked at each other with jaws hanging in disbelief. But then they glanced at me again, looking at me from top to bottom.

“Do you… Do you know if Mr. Michael Lewis is coming, at least?” the redhead asked, hopeful.

Wait, excuse me?

***

My heart seemed to skip a beat.

“Mr. Harry told us he’d be here, so…” the blonde added.

What the hell? Her too?

“You… You don’t mean me, right? I’m Michael Lewis.”

The two girls turned to me, eyes slowly widening and smiles quickly returning. They looked at each other again in disbelief before they turned to look at me again.

“You’re Michael Lewis? The writer?” the redhead asked.

Their smiles and excitement made my own chest swell with pride. Pride I had to hold back so as to not get ahead of myself.

“Well, yes. Harry is my editor. He’s the one who insisted I come here.”

“Oh my God!” the redhead exclaimed. She looked like she was holding herself back from jumping with joy.

“We’re so sorry we didn’t recognize you, but… there are no pictures of you!” the blonde said. “We’re both huge, huge fans of yours, Mr. Lewis!”

“We only came here because Harry told us you’d be here!”

Holy crap. Are you serious? I felt like I could start jumping for joy, myself. I… I rarely ever get to meet fans of my work. Still… Play it cool, Michael. Seriously, don’t get ahead of yourself.

“Really? I’m really happy to hear that,” I told them. “But… Please don’t call me Mr. Lewis. I admire another author with that name too much to claim it for myself. Just Michael is fine.”

“Oh, so sorry!”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it. So… Shall we sit down? Why don’t we ask for something to drink? Maybe more people will get here soon?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, of course.”

A button at the dining table called the waiter. I ordered a glass of red wine and the two girls ordered a mojito each. Instead of a glass, however, the waiter brought a whole bottle. We sat across from each other at the sofas with a table between us.

“Really, I can’t believe you’re both fans of my books,” I said after taking a sip of wine. I really couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear. “How do you know Harry, anyway?”

“He’s been dating my older sister for about six months,” the redhead said, grinning from ear to ear. “He only just found out I read your books, so when he invited me to come here I had to say yes.”

“And she invited me to come, too,” the blonde said. “Ah, we haven’t even told you our names! I’m Monica. This is Lin.”

“A pleasure, Monica, Lin,” I said with a nod. “How do you two know each other?”

“We’re roommates and go to the same university,” Monica said. “We’re both majoring in exercise science and we met during our first year. It was actually Lin who introduced me to your books, Mr. Michael.”

“Really? So what books have you read so far.”

“All of them!” they both replied, making my jaw drop.

“W-Wait, all of them? All 16 books?”

“I found your books in high school,” Lin said. “I picked the first one in the ‘Apocalypse's Hope’ series and devoured the others in like two months only to find out the final one had yet to come out!” The girl laughed with a bright smile. “The wait was so painful I went back and read your other two trilogies.”

“I’m… Wow. I don’t know what to say…” I really was speechless. My chest felt warm and heavy at the same time. “Thank you very much. I’m… really glad you enjoyed them.”

“Enjoy them? We’re obsessed!” Monica laughed. “You actually turned me into a reader, Mr. Michael! I used to dread picking up a book. If Lin hadn’t talked my ear off about the new book that had just come out, I would’ve never even touched it.”

Lin began to take deep, deep breaths. Her face turned serious, her hands shook along with her breath. It was very sudden and made me really worried.

“Lin? What’s wrong?”

“I… I really, really wanted to meet you, Mr. Michael. I… wanted… I NEEDED to thank you. I said I have a sister, right? We… We didn’t get along for the longest time. But then…” Her eyes began to water, her voice began to crack, but she continued. “But then we both started reading your books. We bonded over them. We spent whole nights talking about the plots and the characters…” Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as she talked and sobbed. “I needed to meet you and thank you in person. And then… And then I became friends with Monica thanks to them, too! I… I’m so sorry I’m crying! I know this is out of nowhere, but…!”

Monica smiled and rubbed her friend’s back while offering her a tissue.

“...”

I was just writing whatever dumb stories I came up with. I just wanted to put into paper the things I couldn’t stop thinking about. There are so many others, more prolific writers than me out there, and yet… I still had an impact this big on someone?

“I don’t hold any kind of fan meets or the like,” I said, speaking softly and solemnly. “I’ve always been a bit scared to. But… I’m really happy I got to hear that. Thank you, Lin. Really. Thank you very much.”

Fuck, I almost wanted to leave and get to work on my next book.

Lin smiled as she wiped her tears with the tissue and slowly began to calm down. “I’m really, really sorry to throw this at you all of a sudden.”

“She’s been holding that in for a while,” Monica said, giggling as she continued rubbing her friend’s back. “As for me, well… I just really love your stories, so I wanted to thank you as well. They opened a whole new world for me! Like, I was getting so tired of the current movies and shows, but then BAM! Lin convinces me to read a book and it’s completely different!”

“Right? Books have their own unique appeal. Have you read any other books other than mine?”

“No, not yet, but since I just finished the one that released last month, I guess I’ll have to!” Her laughter, much like Lin’s, was very heartwarming.

“Well, we’re here, so… If you have any questions, please feel free to ask away. In return, do you mind if I ask you some questions as well? I like to talk to people and get to know them a bit better to get some inspiration for my books. Would that be okay?”

The two girls looked at each other again, positively beaming.

“Yes! Yes, of course!” Lin said.

“Thank you very much!”

And so, our night got properly started.

***

Nearly two hours had gone by and no one else had arrived. It was still just Lin, Monica and I. We ordered our meals and had already finished eating, so we moved back to the sofas to continue talking.

I’m having a great time, surprisingly!

So far, they have mainly asked me stuff about the lore of my books, the characters and how I write and get my ideas. As for me, I learned that the two are very active girls who joined their university’s volleyball team. That already gave me some ideas. I never thought about writing about sports.

Lin played in the position of setter. She explained to me that her role is to touch the ball second and give it to the person who is going to hit it last. Apparently she’s like the strategist of the team. Meanwhile, Monica is an outside hitter, the lead attacker. She’s the one Lin mostly relies on to score points because, as Lin explained, Monica’s arm is a cannon.

“Do you go to tournaments and such?” I asked them.

“Yes, we do.” Monica frowned and stared angrily at the table. “We lost last year’s finals.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry about that…”

Lin smirked. “No problem. We’ll win this year.”

“Hell yeah we will!” Monica said, smirking with her friend. “Hey, Mr. Michael, would you excuse us for a moment? I need to use the restroom. Can you come with me, Lin?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Please, take your time,” I told them.

I waited for them for about 10 minutes, using the time to wonder why no one else had shown up. Did Harry just forget to tell us he had to cancel? Could be. He couldn’t have… No, no way. He wouldn’t have.

…

Would he?

“Sorry, we’re back!” Lin said as the two friends… sat at either side of me on the sofa.

“It’s our turn to ask a question, right?” Monica asked, moving close enough to me that her shoulder was touching mine. Lin, too, was just as close.

W-What’s going on?

“Y-Yes. Go ahead,” I said, clearing my throat with a soft cough.

The two girls once again looked at each other. They did that a lot, I realized, only now they suddenly got more… nervous?

“Say, Mr. Michael… The fact that you came to this… mixer…” Lin began.

“Does that mean that you’re single?” Monica asked.

Oh no… Please, let’s not talk about this. I was happy just to talk normally. I didn’t want to… get any ideas. It hurt. It made me want things I knew I couldn’t have. Not to mention they are both 22 years old. What would either of them want with an older guy?

I sighed. “Yes, yes I am.”

“Really? You look like a man with a family,” Lin said, smiling at me and gently poking my arm.

My heart skipped a beat, but I hid it by forcing a chuckle. “Nope. Single and with no children.”

“...”

“...”

Both girls… smiled, but at the same time they suddenly went quiet. So did I.

“Then, are you… looking for… a partner?” Lin asked.

Shit.

“I… don’t know,” I said. “I’m not particularly experienced with this stuff, so…”

Wait, what the fuck did I just say? Why? Why would I just say that? Was it the wine? It had to be the wine. I looked at the bottle and realized I drank all of it by myself. No wonder I was feeling lightheaded.

“What do you mean you’re… not experienced?” Monica asked, eyes wide.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes with one hand. “I… Ugh. Could you keep this to yourselves? If I suddenly find articles talking about this, I’ll know who it was.”

“I promise we’ll keep quiet!” Lin said, firmly as she nodded several times.

“Yeah, we promise,” Monica said. “I hate gossip, anyway.”

Couldn’t believe I was about to admit this to strangers, but… Sometimes telling things to people you’re just meeting can be freeing, in a way. Prevents them from getting the wrong image about you.

“I’ve never dated a girl,” I said. “Or a man, for that matter. I don’t swing that way,” I added, just in case. “I’ve been so invested in my books, that…” It was mostly an excuse, I know, which is why I didn’t bother finishing that sentence.

I thought they’d make fun of me, but instead the two girls smiled. “Really? That’s… kind of cute,” Monica said, giving me a playful push with her shoulder.

“Cute?”

“You do seem kind of innocent, Mr. Michael. Ah, no offense, I swear!” Lin said. “It’s just…”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, chuckling softly. “They say to never meet you heroes, right? I know it’s kinda pathetic.”

“Pathetic? Not at all!” Monica said. “Haven’t you been writing books since you were, like, 18 years old? And you’ve published one every year! I can hardly write a 2000-word essay in a week.”

“Yeah, you’ve dedicated yourself to your work, right? I think that’s admirable.”

I chuckled again, shaking my head. “Thank you. You’re both very kind.”

Then I saw Lin suddenly pouting. “You don’t think we’re being serious?”

“N-No, of course I do…”

“Say, Mr. Michael…” Monica put a hand on my arm as she spoke. “Who do you like more? Lin or me?”

My heart felt like it was freezing solid. Couldn’t even process or imagine how many layers that question could have. I didn’t know how to respond, so…

I chuckled softly. “Is this where I screw up if I say you’re both incredible? I’ve been having a great time, so…”

Lin poked my shoulder, making me turn to her. When I did, she held my face with sweet gentleness and placed a firm, tender kiss on my lips. My body stiffened for a moment, but in my ****-induced lightheadedness I ended up relaxing, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of a woman’s lips on mine. That is, until Lin pulled away and turned me around.

Before I could even ask what was happening, Monica wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with passion, pressing her lips hard against mine. My heart was racing, my mind melting. I put my hand on Monica’s lower back, and without thinking I pushed the tip of my tongue out to taste her lips.

The blonde’s response? She opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers, forcing a deeper, even more passionate kiss on me. It lit a scorching fire in me and made me pull her closer. Monica even pushed her chest against me all on her own.

When she pulled away, she was smirking at me while gasping for air. “Experience or no, you’re not a bad kisser, Mr. Michael. I like that eagerness.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…” She licked her lips as if for emphasis.

“Hey, no fair. I want to kiss like that, too!” Lin said, lightly pulling on my shirt.

With my heart pounding to the point it hurt and my ears feeling like they were on fire, I decided to just ride this current. Experience or no, I’m not so stupid as to not understand that these girls were making the first move I was too damn scared to make. Can’t keep acting so pathetic.

I wrapped an arm around Lin’s slender waist and pulled her closer, this time taking the initiative and kissing her tongue first. Lin yelped in surprise, but giggled as we kissed. It was a bit awkward, yes, but she embraced me and ran her tongue all inside my mouth while putting her hand on the back of my neck.

She pulled away with a beautiful grin and a small line of drool running down the corner of her mouth. “You don’t lose if you say you like us both, Mr. Michael,” she said.

Monica grabbed my hand, the one that was on her back, and led it directly to her bare right thigh. “Instead, you win.”

I swallowed hard. “Are you two serious?”

“Of course. Why do you think we went to the restroom together?” Monica asked me, giggling. “We went to confirm it.”

Ooooooooh!

Alright, so… What exactly is this? Do they really like me? Would they be this quick and forwards just for that? Or is this some sort of… pseudo-celebrity crush? If it is, is it okay to take advantage of it? Or hell, maybe they think I have a lot of money and THEY want to take advantage of ME?

Oh!

Oh!

Idea, idea! A man of fame gets suspicious of a woman trying to grow close to him and keeps her at arm’s length, but it turns out she just genuinely likes him and is determined to prove it. I’ll need to figure other things out, like the setting and the man’s actual profession, but this has potential! Coming here was worth it after all!

“Um… Mr. Michael? Are you… okay?” Lin asked me.

Shit, I was spacing out!

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just… It’s hard to believe this, you know?” I said with a small smile.

Lin smirked. “Would it help if I did this?” She took my hand from her waist and moved it to her chest, pushing my palm directly against her boob, and that almost fried my brain.

It was a soft, big handful of sheer happiness. I think I had a big, dumb smile on my face.

“Oh my God! He’s the cutest!” Monica hugged me and kissed my cheek. Feeling her chest on my arm made me realize she and Lin were about the same size there.

Lin kept my hand on her chest as she leaned in to kiss my neck, even while Monica was still kissing my cheek.

“I know it’s a bit sudden, but… Isn’t this why we came to this mixer?” Lin whispered. “We’re all single, we all want this… Unless you don’t?”

I answered by kissing her again, all while fondling her chest without hesitation. Lin moaned into my mouth and put her own hand on my chest as she kissed me back, sucking on my tongue and absolutely turning my brain to mush.

“Yep, just like that,” Monica said, whispering in my ear and giving it a little nibble. “Do you think they have a room available here or should we go… somewhere else?”

Wow, I even forgot we were in this private lounge in the hotel. Having to stop and pull away from the girls was painful, but we went to the receptionist and asked if there was a room. And what do you know? There was one to Harry’s name, but he had called the hotel before to say that, since he couldn’t make it, we could use it if we wanted to.

Did that guy really plan all this out? He wouldn’t escape an interrogation tomorrow, but for now…

***

Lin, Monica and I went up to the room on the second floor. It was a simple, if very elegant room with a carpet floor, a single queen-sized bed and a large bathroom. Normally I pay more attention to the places I’m in in order to learn to describe them when I write, but this time I couldn’t give a damn about the room.

Monica hugged me before we could even close the door, leaving that job to Lin as she devoured my mouth and pushed me down on the bed with her on top of me.

“I really do love the way you kiss,” she said, gasping and grinning against my lips. “Hey, Mr. Michael… Grab my ass.”

I grinned. “Can I?”

“All you want.”

I grabbed it. I grabbed firmly and gave it a greedy squeeze that earned me an approving look from Monica. And holy shit, her ass was magnificent. Big, firm and toned.

“You have an incredible body,” I told her. “It’s been hard trying not to stare all night.”

“Thank you,” she said, tracing a finger along my jaw. “I was getting scared that I might not be your type.”

“Oh, you more than are…”

“And what about me?”

Monica and I turned to the foot of the bed to see Lin smirking and casually tossing her dress to the side, standing in nothing but her black lace lingerie. Her body was slender, athletic, yet with perfect curves in all the right places.

“Damn, girl!” Monica laughed. “At least let me keep his eyes on me a little longer!”

My jaw dropped and my eyes could’ve been popping out for all I know. I was still staring when Lin began to crawl on the bed, approaching us.

“So? Am I your type?” she asked, grinning with her face right over mine.

“Yes… You’re a goddess…”

Lin shivered while biting her lip before she leaned down to kiss me more. And while we made out with me still laying on my back, Monica straddled my hips and began to quickly unbutton my shirt, running her hands all over my chest when she was done.

Insecurities got the better of me, seeing these two girls with perfect bodies, and I said, “I’m sorry. I’m really not in my best shape, am I?”

Monica licked her lips and stared hungrily at me. “You know, sir… Lin and I actually share a type. We like mature men, real men. You fit like a glove.”

“When we saw you, we both thought, ‘Oh, he’s handsome!’” Lin said, nibbling my lower lip, “but when you said you were Michael Lewis, the man we came here to meet…”

“All we had left to check was if you were a nice man,” Monica said, leaning down to plant soft kisses over my chest. “That we’re here should tell you that you check all our boxes.”

Monica slid down my body until she was off the bed. Lin pulled me by the hand to help me sit up, allowing me to watch as Monica unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers.

My dick rose in front of her face, twitching and slightly dirty with pre-cum. I wish I could say I had a huge one, but I’m only above-average at best. Not that I really have a point of comparison beyond porn.

The girls’ smiles didn’t fade when they saw it, though. In fact they began to giggle. Monica held it gently and began to stroke it, and much to even my own surprise, it got harder and even bigger.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life.

“Okay, this wasn’t a box but it’s checked anyway,” Monica said before wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock.

Lightning struck me from the toes to the head. The warmth, the wetness, her tongue rolling around the tip… I was in heaven.

Lin saw the expression on my face and giggled, running the back of her fingers along my cheek. “You really are the cutest. Here…” She unhooked her bra from behind and tossed it aside, too. There, in front of me, were these marvelous orbs that filled my heart with desire.

Lin moved close and put her nipple close to my mouth. I caught it, sucking on it like mad. Lin shivered and let out a sexy moan, pushing her boobs even closer to my face.

“Oh yeah… Suck them harder…!”

Not only did I do as he asked, earning me another, louder moan from her, but it seems that Monica also listened to Lin, because she took my cock deeper in her mouth and sucked even harder, running her tongue around my entire shaft.

The idea of coming inside her mouth was arousing, but doing it without telling her was instead a huge turnoff, so I let go of Lin’s nipple. “I’m close…! M-Monica…!”

She looked up at me, meaning she heard me, but she didn’t move away. She kept sucking just as hard. My body went stiff as a stick as I came, shooting down a load I have never shot before. Never in my life had I come so hard and so much. Monica took it all, raised her chin and began to gulp it all down, licking her lips and gasping after she swallowed it all.

“WOW!” She exclaimed, laughing. “That was A LOT! Were you backed up or was I just that good?”

“You were fucking incredible, holy shit…!” I said with gasps of my own.

That really was one of the greatest feelings of my life. The problem? I went limp right after. Because of fucking course I did! I’m not superhuman! What was I expecting? I got carried away!

…

No, this isn’t over yet. I may be inexperienced, but I’m not clueless. There’s still a lot more that can be done, and I’m not giving the girls time to be disappointed.

***

I rose from the bed, helped Monica up and held her in my arms to devour her mouth with deep, hungry kisses that she was all too happy to reciprocate.

Lin giggled. “Hey, she just swallowed your cum. Isn’t that disgusting?”

I turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Not really, no.” It was mine, after all. And after what Monica did for me…

“...And that’s another checked box that wasn’t there before,” Lin muttered.

“Lay down on the bed, both of you,” I told them. “It’s my turn.”

Monica’s eyes shone, but before that, “Would you help me out of this dress, first? It’s getting really hot in here…”

She turned around, letting me see the zipper on the back of her dress. I pulled it down, pushed the straps away from her shoulders and greedily ran my hands along her curves as I pushed the dress down.

When she stepped out of it, I was able to see that Monica was wearing a blue thong that put her ass on perfect display. Remembering what she told me, I grabbed her ass and planted some more kisses on it.

She shivered. “Mmm, yes. You remembered.”

I gave her butt a very light, harmless spank before I stood up. “Lay down on the bed,” I told her.

Monica’s eyes widened, but she then smiled, licked her lips and did as told without a word. Both girls lay on their stomachs right next to each other. Looking at them side by side, Lin’s ass didn’t lose to Monica’s, and Monica’s body was just as curvaceous as Lin’s. It was a bit surprising how similar their bodies were.

But enough gawking. I gently fondled their butts first, then moved their panties aside to open the way to their pussies. I swallowed. They were both extremely wet, so much so that even their inner thighs were sticky.

Slowly, I began to rub their slits up and down at the same time. If anything, I was confident I could multitask like this. I’m ambidextrous, after all. A useless quirk as a writer, mostly, but one I was thankful for now.

“Tell me what feels good,” I said.

“Mmm… Push your fingers deeper,” Lin said.

“Continue like this a bit longer…” Monica said.

I followed instruction, sliding two fingers inside Lin while continuing to rub Monica’s lower lips. No one knows what feels best for a girl than herself, so I simply listened to what they had to say.

“A little higher,” Lin said.

“Push them in now,” Monica said.

“S-Slower…”

“Deeper…!”

“A little harder…”

J-Just a bit lower, not mu- There! Right there!”

“Oooh! Yes Fuck, fuck!!

“Faster!”

“Faster!”

“Faster!”

“Faster!”

The girls not only came, but squirted all over my hands and over the bed covers. Their legs and asses quivered violently as they pulled on and dragged their nails over the covers, making an even bigger mess of the bed.

The two were quiet except for the sound of them catching their breath. And as I watched them writhe from the pleasure of small aftershocks, I allowed myself to feel some pride. I mean, it was my first time doing this, and yet I even made them squirt.

After a moment, they languidly turned around to look at me with beaming smirks on their faces.

“WOW! Just… Just WOW!” Monica laughed tiredly.

Lin swallowed. “Are you sure you’re inexperienced?”

“I wasn’t lying!” I told them.

They got off the bed, wobbling a bit when on their feet. While they removed their underwear, I took the opportunity to toss aside the dirty bed covers. When I turned around, the two naked beauties pressed themselves against me, showering my face with kisses all over.

“That felt so good,” Lin said, licking my chin. “Now let’s feel good together… Daddy.”

Daddy?

Monica grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. It was starting to get hard again. “We don’t need to rush, right? We have all night, daddy.”

…

I know there are people who hate it, but goddammit it was turning me on more than I ever imagined I could be.

I kissed them, one after the other. “You’re such good girls.”

They shivered in delight with naughty, sexy grins. We got on the bed again, this time a mess of limbs seeking ultimate pleasure.

I sucked on Monica’s tits while Lin sucked my cock to bring it back to life fully. The blonde ran her fingers through my hair while her friend licked my shaft up and down with the flat of her tongue.

I sucked on Lin’s tits again while Monica straddled my hips and grinded her perfect ass on my cock. I somehow managed to fight the urge to come again.

We ended up also three-way kissing. Three tongues tangled up, one girl at each side pressing those sexy bodies against me, and not willing to let my hands linger, I slid my fingers inside their pussies again.

Then… It was time.

“Who do you want first, daddy?” Lin asked me, lovingly caressing my cheek.

“We won’t fight, so choose whoever you want,” Monica said, kissing my neck.

I eyed them both, and with a heart full of lust, I asked. “Would you be willing to get on top of one another?”

They both smirked and Monica bopped me in the nose. “It seems daddy watches a bit of porn, huh?”

“Anything you want, daddy.” Lin pecked my lips. “We have no condoms, but we’re both on the pill.”

“Feel free to fill us up.”

The girls accepted my greedy request. Monica lay down on her back and Lin got on top of her. Their pussies faced me, one dripping into the other. They looked at each other, giggling happily and even shared an innocent little kiss before they turned back to me.

“Whenever you want.”

I swallowed, held my dick… and slowly slid it inside Lin’s wet pussy. It was hot, snug and tight. It seemed to suck me in on its own.

“Oh yeah…!” Lin giggled. “I got his first time!”

“Lucky bitch…” Monica teased, kissing her friend’s chin.

I pushed in and out a few times, fighting the urge to keep going. I pulled out and aimed a bit lower, and with a single thrust I was inside Monica.

“Ahn! Oooh, it’s good…!”

I don’t know if it was the first load, but I trusted myself to last longer this time. I began to move faster, switching from one pussy to another every other moment. I used my hands to fondle Lin’s butt and the inside of Monica’s thigh, working on building up their pleasure as well.

But all the foreplay we did before wasn’t for nothing, either. As I thrusted more and more, I saw their smiles fade and be replaced by expressions full of lust and desire for pleasure. Faces red, eyes dilated. They looked back at me pleading for more.

I grabbed Lin’s waist, held her in place and began to thrust with **** and speed. I had to be doing it right because she was moaning louder than ever before.

“Yes! Yes! Like that! There! THERE!”

I couldn’t believe she came before me. She squirted less this time, but her body went limp on top of her friend, legs shaking and ass quivering every other moment. She rolled off Monica on her own, smiling at her friend.

“Finish him off, girl…” Lin muttered tiredly.

Monica spread her arms. “Come here, daddy. Fuck me hard, just like her.”

I leaned down and embraced her, burrowing my face on her neck while thrusting inside her pussy like I was going to die if I didn’t.

“Oh! Oh yeah! Yes! Oooh, I love it! Fuck! Fuck me!”

Monica wrapped her arms and legs around me, coming just as I had my own orgasm. I blew a second load inside her, every bit as big and thick as the first one. I saw white for several seconds, only feeling the warmth of Monica’s body against mine.

I went limp again, but that was alright. It was early and the night was young. I wouldn’t be stopping here. No way in hell.

***

It was slow, but we took our time and we had a mind-blowing night. I think I slept for a single hour total, and it was still the best night of my life. I woke up at 9:30 am with a girl on each arm, both smiling at me like no one in my life ever had.

“Good morning…” I said, smiling back.

“Morning,” they said.

“So it turns out we’re very compatible, huh?” Lin asked, kissing me tenderly.

“Very, VERY compatible,” Monica added. “In fact…”

The two girls sat up and shared yet another wordless conversation. Their smiles fell, and instead they looked at me with something like guilt.

“H-Hey, Mr. Michael? We… have to confess something to you,” Monica said.

My mind clear, I began fearing the worst, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Mr. Harry told us why you came here, to the mixer,” Lin said. “He said it was for… researching romance.”

“We got excited and… We knew what we were coming to before we met you,” Monica said. “It’s true we didn’t know what you looked like, though, so we were happy when we saw you were just our type.”

“It didn’t feel right to keep that a secret, so… We’re sorry.”

“...” I let out a chuckle. “Well, it could’ve been worse. And… I learned a lot thanks to you two, not to mention I had the time of my life. Thank you.”

The two girls giggled. “It was incredible for us, too. Believe it or not, it was our first time in a threesome,” Monica said. “It was the best I’ve ever felt.”

“Same for me,” Lin said. “But, you know… there’s… one thing.” She smiled nervously at me. “I don’t think… A one-night stand can be considered… romance. Don’t you think?”

Oh. Oh shit, she’s right!

“So we were thinking…” Monica continued, “Why don’t we… see each other again?”

“This time at our place?” Lin proposed. “If you’re okay with us, we’d love to continue helping you with your… research.” She smirked. “Daddy.”

It was just supposed to be a one-time thing, a chance to meet new people and ask questions. Who would’ve thought that night would lead to 10 years together and counting?