It's about what you might expect.

“This is going to be so fun!” Vina declared as the three of them walked out of the library. Practically skipping, she hooked her left arm through Mason’s right and her right through Yumi’s left. She pulled her friends close and squeezed with all her might. Then cheerily asked a question. “Whose house are we going to?”

“Mine?” Yumi offered, glancing at Mason for confirmation. “My dad’s at work and my mom’s spending the day with Uncle Kintaro.”

“Sounds good to me,” Mason agreed. He wasn’t sure how this would work, but a little privacy couldn’t hurt. But the tall teen couldn’t help but push his growing nerves down. Not while Vina was hanging onto him. Especially when they stepped outside. The second the chilly air hit the trio the girl from Java pulled her friends closer.

“It is supposed to be warmer in spring!” She pouted and held her friends as close as possible. No doubt she was trying to use them to shield her against the cold weather.

“It’s supposed to start warming up tomorrow or Friday,” The Japanese girl assured her. The petite girl gave a little shiver of her own. Neither of them really did well with the cold. Whatever else the future holds, Mason might need to start looking into warmer places to live.

“Do you want to sit in the front?” The tall nerd asked Vina as they walked up to Yumi’s car. “You’ll be a little closer to the vents.”

“That will not work,” She said, playfully swaying into him. “You are too big to fit in the back!”

Mason was sure that somewhere Lilith was laughing her perfectly bubbly ass off at that. And Yumi herself blushed a little at the double entendre. But he had to admit his innocent friend had a point. Nice as the Fiat was, the colossal, young man had enough trouble sitting in the front seat.

He took their backpacks to the trunk while the girls pulled the passenger seat forward and let Vina into the back. With that done Yumi and Mason climbed into the not-quite-a-clown car. As he did the blue-eyed teen was treated to quite the sight.

Vina wasn’t super tall, probably about 5’4”. But that was still enough to make it more comfortable to lie down than sit in the back. So there was the Muslim knockout, lounging before him. Her bell-bottoms showed off her thick thighs and wide hips. Her green and white striped jumper hugged her bountiful bust. And in the middle of her floral, magenta hijab her beautiful face shone with excitement.

Mason felt his cheeks color slightly. He hoped like hell this would work.

During the drive to the Kamiya’s house, the blond tried to not let his jitters show. He tried to chat with Vina, the peppy girl none the wiser. Especially since Yumi clammed up, too nervous to do anything but drive. But Mason had a harder and harder time forcing out responses.

At least it wasn’t a long drive.

The small, red car pulled into the driveway. As its driver promised it was the only one present. The three inside it made no effort to dawdle, quickly opening the doors and heading out. Its sole male passenger did his manly duty. Once again grabbing the bags from the back, ready to carry them towards the house. The two women once worked together to move the driver-side seat out of the way and freed the taller of the two from the back seat.

The trio rushed into the house to escape the chill that had overstayed its welcome. Mason was feeling chivalrous, and had very full hands, so he let the two ladies go in first. Once inside he set the bags down and took off his shoes, setting them next to those of his friends’. It was an amusing tableau, the three pairs of sneakers looking like a staircase.

It could almost distract him from what was coming next.

“So what should we play first?” Vina asked excitedly. She turned to them with a smile on her face, but Yumi and Mason both had stricken looks on their faces. They gave each other a significant look. It was time. She was terrified, and he wasn’t doing much better. But they both silently promised to be there for each other.

“We should probably talk first,” Mason said firmly.

“Oh,” The girl’s perpetual pep faltered for the first time in months. She tilted her wrapped head quizzically. A touch of worry crept into the edges of her oval-shaped face, a slight crinkle to her brows, and a tightening of her round cheeks. “Should we sit down?”

“Probably smart,” He said, pushing his voice past the tightness in his chest.

Mason’s legs carried him towards the Kamiya’s living room without much input from his brain. Like in the Griffith-Villanueva’s house, it was basically the first room you walked into after coming inside. But it had a very different feel to it. The TV was much smaller, and the furniture wasn’t really set up to let people look at it. A room designed to host guests instead of family movie night. That was reserved for the media room upstairs.

The three sat down in a triangle. Mason sat in one of the armchairs, forcing his back to stay straight in spite of his anxiety trying to crush him down. Yumi sat on the loveseat to his left, on the and closest to him. Her arms were crossed defensively over her chest, as her eyes flicked left and right between her boyfriend and the best friend she wanted to date him as well. And across from him was Vina looking small on a couch by herself. Her hands were folded in her lap, her right thumb tracing a circle on the back of her left hand.

No one wanted to speak first. So Mason **** his mouth open and **** the words past his teeth.

“So,” He began lamely. There really was no good way to put it. He would have spent an absurd amount of gold to be as suave and smooth as his new lifestyle required. “On Monday I asked Yumi out.”

“A-A-And I said yes,” Yumi added in a tiny voice.

Mason had never seen a heart break in real-time. But he saw it then. Vina froze completely, not even breathing, her face devoid of any sign of emotion. Then it all seemed to come crashing down on her. She inhaled shakily, her face falling. Her mouth collapsed into an open frown, her brows lowered and came together, and her black eyes were growing wetter and wetter.

But true to her core she tried to recover. Vina **** a smile, a weak, ****, pitiful mockery of her normal dimpled grin, to her face.

“That is wonderful,” The poor girl said, before sniffling loudly. She blinked back her tears desperately trying to keep them from falling. “I am very happy for both of you.”

She got to her feet. For a moment it looked like she would step around the glass coffee table and hug the two like normal. But then she turned away.

“I need to go to the restroom,” Vina said without looking back at them. There it was, a small burble in her voice as she finally broke.

It was too much. Mason was on his feet before could even process what he was doing. In a single second, he had caught up to her. He laid one massive hand on her shoulder.

“Vina wait,” He said desperately. This may have been the wrong way to go about this, but something deep in his guts told him that if he let her go now he might lose her. That she might be too hurt to ever truly be close to him again. “There’s something else.”

“Please,” Yumi said weakly, tears welling up in her own eyes. Mason wasn’t sure when she had gotten up. Or when she had walked up to her friend, holding her hand with both of her tiny ones.

Vina turned back to look at them. Fat, salty tears had left a series of wet trails down her cheeks. And more continued to stream down as she took in her friends. She blinked a few times, her face unable to settle on an expression. Afraid but with a tinge of curiosity, and maybe even a little hope.

Mason looked down at Yumi. If this was going to happen she would need to start. The tiny girl gave a small nod. She looked at her Muslim friend but quickly dropped her gaze to where their hands were joined.

“I know this isn’t normal,” She said in a whisper. “A-And I’m scared to say it. Because I don’t know how you’ll see me after.”

“Yumi,” Vina said, affection ringing forth in her voice.

“I… I don’t want Mason all to myself,” Yumi said in a hushed tone. “I don’t want to be Mason’s only girlfriend.”

“And so,” Mason said. Vina’s eyes snapped to him. “I wanted to ask you. Vina, would you be my girlfriend?”

The room was silent. Black eyes stared into blue. All three were frozen in place. Until suddenly they weren’t.

Mason wasn’t quite sure what was happening at first. He was suddenly stumbling back until he was back in the chair. Something soft had collided with his chest with enough **** to almost knock him off his feet. And had followed him all the way. Then he realized what had happened.

Vina had jumped at him. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and he had instinctively caught her. And as the two had stumbled, she had kissed him full on the mouth.

Frankly, it was a bit artless. The inexperienced girl clearly didn’t really know what to do. She just sort of mashed her lips into his. But Mason would be lying if he said it wasn’t pleasant in its own ways. There was something endearing about the innocent way Vina could apparently think of only one way to put extra passion into kissing. Push harder.

And this endearing act also offered less wholesome delights as well. When the curvy girl had jumped him, she hadn’t given much thought to how she would land. Vina had ended up on top of him. But rather than sitting in Mason’s lap, she was lying on top of him. Her bountiful chest had been squashed against his. Her hips had ended up between his legs, teasingly (though probably unintentionally) pressed against his groin. But perhaps the most exciting, the thing that most tested his self-control, was where his own hands had landed. They held onto her broad hips, only inches away from her curvaceous, cushiony backside. It would be so easy to slip them just a little bit down. Could she really be mad at him if that’s where his hands landed in all the confusion?

Still, his morals prevailed. He wouldn’t sully Vina’s first kiss by copping a feel. That could always come later.

Eventually, Vina pulled back, breathing heavily. It seemed she had been holding her breath all that time. A few tears still trickled out. But now she sported a smile so wide it almost **** her eyes shut. The pretty Muslim teen looked for all the world like she had just stepped off a rollercoaster.

“Yes!” Vina said breathlessly. “I want to be your girlfriend!”

Mason waited for some addendum. A “Even if I have to share you!” Or an “I don’t know if I can do this but I want to try!” Maybe even “I’ll know I’ll be jealous, but I don’t care!” At the very least he expected a “Too.” But none of that came. It was almost as if the Javanese girl didn’t have any qualms about being only one of his girlfriends. But that didn’t make any sense. He had seen Vina’s kinks. (He had technically given her half of them.) And there wasn’t anything in either of them that would explain this. Maybe there was something in her secrets tab, but she was so casual about all of this he doubted anything would have even been there.

The blond gaped at her before looking at the other girl in the room. Yumi hadn’t moved, all she had done was turn to face them. Her spindly arms hung limply at her side, she hadn’t even rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie that were now hanging well past the tips of her fingers. Her jaw was completely slack and her glasses had slipped all the way down her button nose. If she wasn’t careful they would fall right off when she started moving again. She shared a silent moment of shock with her boyfriend.

Vina noticed Mason was looking over her head. She turned and saw Yumi’s utter bewilderment. And glanced back at her (now their) boyfriend and saw the same perplexed expression mirrored on his face. A moment of realization flashed across her face before it morphed into an extremely amused grin. She tried to stifle a melodious giggle with her hand.

“You two forgot that polygamy is legal in Indonesia.” It was a simple statement of fact, not a question.

“You- You said it was controversial!” Yumi said in disbelief. Mason certainly wasn’t there for that conversation. But the two Asiatic girls had plenty of sleepovers during the last few years. And without him there he could imagine that might lead to some girl talk. Knowing what he knew now, it was in no way surprising that the topic came up.

“It is, and I understand why,” Vina explained. As she did the full-bodied teen pulled herself up into an actually seated position. She ended up side saddle in Mason’s lap. Without much apparent conscious thought, she snuggled into him until he put an arm around her waist.

That made Yumi blush, her eyes locked on his hand.

“There are many men who can not be trusted to be a good husband to even one wife. And only very few that can emotionally support more than one woman. But I always imagined that the man I loved would be more worthy,” Vina finished with a dreamy smile on her face. Then she suddenly realized what she had let slip. She offered Mason a sheepish look. “You don’t have to say it back.”

“We’ll get there,” He said, pulling her a little closer and rubbing her knee with his left hand. Did he love Vina? Yes. But not the way she loved him. Or the way he loved Yumi. (Though that might not be a helpful measuring stick. What the two of them had was a unique bond that had been forged over a shared lifetime.) But he could feel in his heart of hearts that it was only a matter of time. Sooner rather than later, he would say it. And he would mean it.

For now, that seemed to make her happy. Perhaps it was the unspoken promise. That she wasn’t going to be just some side chick. That, even if it was unorthodox, they were going to have a real relationship. One Mason was invested in.

With that established, the curvaceous girl turned her attention back to her skinny friend.

“Also, I grew up with two brothers. So I always wanted a sister. And I imagined this would be my chance to finally have one,” Vina said warmly.

Yumi was genuinely touched by that. Mason wondered if the only child felt the same way, even with Viv around. She rushed forward and embraced her best friend. They hugged while the petite girl took her turn with the waterworks, though hers were happy from the start. Mason gave the girls, his girls, a moment to themselves. But after a minute he could no longer help it. He reached out his giant hand and gently stroked Yumi’s long hair.

That earned him another trademarked, Vina smile. One that quickly turned playful. The island beauty was never one for exercise. But for what she wanted to do even her limited upper body strength proved more than sufficient. She pulled the minuscule, Japanese girl off her feet and into Mason’s lap with her.

It took a fair amount of jostling and giggling before the two of them found the best way to fit together. Admittedly it was still awkward fitting three people into a single armchair. But they made it work. Yumi ended up sitting on his left side, with Vina on his right. In the end, the diminutive girl mostly ended up sitting in the other girl's lap. But based on the way she leaned against her boyfriend, blushing like a tomato and smiling like a fool, she didn’t seem to mind.

Which made sense. Part of her dream had just come true.

Vina took some time for cuddles as well. But before too long she twisted to look at him.

“Is it okay if we kiss again?” The Indonesian flower asked him. After a few days of getting used to Yumi’s stuttering, red-faced requests, he found her surprisingly bold. There was a slight tinge to her full cheeks but she seemed utterly sure in what she wanted.

So he gave it to her. He pulled her to him and gently captured her lips. After the nearly lip-bruising first kiss they had shared, Mason was eager to show her the joys of tender love and care.

The blond teen kept his pecking light and romantic. Letting the two enjoy the warm softness of each other’s lips. And of course, this also gave Vina the chance to get used to the feeling. Mason did his best to guide his new girlfriend, helping the vestal maiden figure out to refine her technique. And discover what both she and he liked. And it seemed she liked it very much. Before too long, she was almost purring into his mouth.

Mason cracked an eye open and glanced at the other girl. If he still had any questions as to whether or not his childhood friend really wanted this, the look on her round face banished any last shreds of doubt. Yumi stared in utter fascination. She gawked wide-eyed and wide-mouthed, her breathing growing deeper and deeper with every kiss they shared.

That stoked something in Mason. It probably has something to do with turning on a girl by proxy. His left hand began moving up and down, a thick thumb tracing Yumi’s spine. An electric shiver seemed to course through the tiny girl. Though that may have had something to do with the fact he and Vina were growing more passionate.

He tried to maintain some sense of gentle affection he had started with. But it was slowly drowned out by their growing desire. The kiss deepened more and more until their tongues finally touched. Vina recoiled slightly from the alien sensation. But then eagerly struck back, **** for more. Her long-fingered hands started to try and feel him. One cupped his cheek and slipped down to his neck. The other went to his chest, trying to feel it through his sweater.

Mason did what he could to reciprocate, massaging her back lower and lower until his hand rested on the small of her back. Vina squirmed closer to him knowing exactly what he had stopped himself from touching. But that still ended with her grinding her wide, plush ass against him. A low, unbidden growl formed in the back of Mason’s throat, and Vina jumped like a snake bit her.

In her bid to get closer to her new boyfriend, the voluptuous, Muslim teen ended up sitting right on his twitching, prodigious member. He had been rock hard since they first started their little make-out session. And Vina had even bumped into it a few times, apparently not realizing what it was. But she knew now. And for the first time, she looked a little scared.

“Um,” Vina said, staring through her hips at where his cock was pressed into her. Then she glanced up at him looking worried. And a little apologetic.“I’m… not ready for that yet.”

Mason was a big enough man to admit he was disappointed. Almost any man would be in his situation. But he stamped that part of him down. There was no need to be greedy. But he did need to make sure Vina was comfortable with anything they did. So he offered her a warm, understanding smile. After all, he did understand. At least intellectually.

“It’s alright. We can wait,” Mason reassured her. Vina smiled right back at him and gave him one more quick kiss. Then she looked at Yumi. His first girlfriend had been almost forgotten in the heat of the moment, and she seemed genuinely caught off guard when her Indonesian co-girlfriend addressed her.

“Have you two?” She said meaningfully. Even if she didn’t use the word, both of them knew what she meant. Yumi looked about ready to burst into flames with how red her face turned. But still, she nodded.

“Then do you want to take care of him?” Vina asked. That particular curveball caught both Mason and Yumi off guard. It wasn’t said lightly. It wasn’t said playfully. Or as a joke. The Muslim girl was totally serious. “I heard it can be quite uncomfortable for men to stay like this.”

Both of the lifelong friends turned lovers answered at the same time.

“That’s not really true,” He said.

“Okay,” She said.

Mason fixed the petite girl with a surprised look. But when she looked back at him, he saw it in her eyes. Yumi was horny. Insanely, indescribably, impossibly turned on. This was in no way just for his sake.

“Then I guess we’ll head to the back,” Mason said in mock defeat. Yumi hopped up before helping Vina to her feet. But as he himself rose from the leather seat, the Indonesian girl said something else.

Something he really didn’t expect.