Clearing things up (part 2)

To have these suspicions confirmed was disorienting. Should I be excited or concerned? Happy or worried? I bit my lip to stop my face from twisting due to the conflicting emotions.

“You want it too, don’t you?” Grace asked me, stepping forward with arms crossed. “You’ve thought of being with other girls, right?”

“I…”

“Don’t lie,” Mila said. “We just made it clear that we can tell when you do.”

“It’s…” I groaned. “It SOUNDS like something any man would love, and I would too, obviously! But that doesn’t mean I would jump at the chance! I’m more than happy with how things are right now. It’s already more than I deserve. I’m not gonna risk hurting you for some cheap thrill!”

“You want to talk about not deserving things?” Sarah said firmly. “Oliver, you don’t understand what it means…” Her cheeks burned red, and she held onto her arms to stop herself from fidgeting. “You don’t understand what it means to be your girlfriend.”

“Hah?”

“There’s something odd about you, Oliver,” Mila said. “And I mean that in the best way possible.”

“Since we started dating you,” Grace raised her fist to her face and started counting with her fingers, “We’ve lost weight and look better than ever, we feel physically and mentally better than before, our periods are smoother, we’re having restful sleep, and that’s all on top of the most fulfilling relationship I’ve ever had and sex we’re not physically capable of matching in any way.”

My head spun from the sudden list. That was all news to me, and I didn’t know where to begin asking for clarification. “W-Whaat?” was my very eloquent question.

“We’re burning fat in all the right places,” Sarah started. “It’s like… our skin is getting smoother and our figures more defined.”

“We’re eating more than we normally do. More sweets, too, but we’re not gaining weight,” Grace added. “And I usually get a cold about this time of year, but I haven’t even felt a headache or gotten a runny nose.”

“My period always hits me hard, but you wouldn’t know that,” Mila said. “Drastic mood swings, strong headaches, stuff like that. Yet I barely felt it these last couple months.”

“I can’t remember the last time I woke up tired,” Grace said.

“And this is happening to the three of us,” Mila said, then pointed a finger at me. “And it all started after we started going out with you!”

My eye twitched and my jaw half-hung. “Y-You think it’s because of me?”

“You’re the only thing that’s different,” Grace said. “Even if we only count the last two months, it still qualifies as enough evidence for a qualitative study. And the symptoms repeat in three different people, which also qualifies as evidence for a quantitative study.”

“Okay, don’t go there or you’re gonna confuse me, too,” Mila told her.

Sarah sighed. “The point is that we’ve spent enough time with you to realize there’s something special about you, Oliver. The ‘sixth sense’ as you call it is just one thing. Come on! What human alive can go at it for hours with three girls AND STILL not be fully satisfied?”

“I…!”

“And it’s not just that you last so long,” Grace spoke, cutting me off. “Oliver, you don’t get it, because you can’t get it. You can’t be on the receiving end of… well, yourself!”

My confusion only grew.

“It’s impossible to put into words. Sex with you is not just good, or excellent, or amazing. It’s unreal, out of this world… Transcendental!” Grace groaned and rubbed her face. “Sorry to bring this up, but you already know I had sex with others before you, right? It was sometimes bad, sometimes meh and sometimes really good. But doing it with you? Calling it ‘really good’ doesn’t even begin to describe a five-minute quickie in the restroom, let alone five hours at a hotel!”

Sarah and Mila nodded in fervent agreement.

“And that’s what makes us feel inadequate,” Sarah said. “No matter what we do, we can’t make you feel what we feel. Even with three of us, you still make us feel better than we do you.”

“That’s…!”

“Don’t say that’s not important or that it doesn’t matter,” Mila told me, scowling. Man, I couldn’t get a word in. “Or are you gonna tell us you like it when we pay for all the food, hotel bills and movie tickets? We don’t mind paying, but you mind when we do. It’s the same here. You may say you’re satisfied with how things are, but we’re not.”

“Not because you’re not doing enough, but because we feel that WE aren’t,” Grace said.

…

When… When did they turn this around on me? I was the one who asked a question, hoping to clarify things between us, but now I was getting more than I asked, and they even looked kind of pissed. Pissed at themselves, however. Because they felt I was doing more for them than they were for me.

…

And I knew I couldn’t reassure them with simple words. It was like Mila had said. I didn’t like when the girls paid for my food or my tickets, because I felt it wasn’t fair, like I was taking advantage of them. They felt like that when it came to sex?

Well… These same girls did teach me to ask things when I was unsure of something.

“So what can I… What can WE do about it?”

The girls shared a silent look, then Sarah cleared her throat. “T-The way we see it, if we can’t match you in quality, then… we match you in quantity.”

I swallowed. “Y-You mean…”

“Sleep with more girls,” Mila put it bluntly. Girl didn’t even blush. Even Sarah looked more bashful.

Grace chuckled, the back of two fingers covering her mouth. “She’s trying to put it like we’re trying to even things out, but the truth is we like the idea. Sarah even masturbated thinking of you fucking Alice.”

My heart skipped a beat and my jaw dropped. Then that morning in the old music room…

“G-G-Grace, you b-bitch! I’m gonna k-k-kill you!” The threat sounded empty from the mouth of the stammering, fidgeting, blushing blonde.

“You like the idea?” I asked. “The idea of me… sleeping with other girls?”

“Still don’t believe us?” Mila smiled wryly. “We’ve thought about it for a long time. We get turned on when we see you doing it with any of us, and the idea that you’d do it with someone else, too… It’s even hotter.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. I asked because I had a feeling that was the case. I’m just… worried. I don’t want to do anything that could ruin this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Answer this, Oliver,” Grace said. “Can you tell us, with 100% certainty, that you have no interest in trying this?”

I grimaced. Noelle’s face popped into my mind. Alice’s did, too. Trying to deny it was useless.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I’m worried,” I told them.

Mila walked up to me, booped my nose and hugged me tightly. “We can be careful, see how everything plays out. If things don’t feel right, we’ll talk it over.”

I took a deep breath and hugged Mila back. For a long moment, we stayed quiet.

“Okay,” I finally answered.

I couldn’t fucking believe it.

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