What to do? The answer is so close.

Another day, another morning to look forward to. The funny thing is that not long ago, an entire month could go by and I wouldn’t have had anything to tell. Now I woke up with energy every day, knowing that at the very least I would get to see the girls I liked.

There was a problem that Tuesday morning though (but wasn’t there always?). All this deal with Thomas made me start wondering about my own relationship with the girls. We weren’t officially dating, but I still had strong feelings for them. I was always aware that it would hurt if it all suddenly ended, and thought I was prepared for it. But seeing Thomas crying over his breakup… It made me more scared of losing Mila, Grace, and/or Sarah. It rekindled the question:

What should I do about it?

A part of me screamed that I manned up and asked them all out and to hell with the consequences. I had the strongest feeling that they liked me, too. They’d say yes. The way we talked, the way they acted around me… It couldn’t just be the sex. But the moment I started to believe I could do it, self-sabotage happened.

It’s been barely over a week since we started talking.

I had to be reading things wrong.

I couldn’t bet something like this on a damn hunch.

It was three girls! What was I thinking?

If I asked them out and they were creeped out, I’d be alone again. I couldn’t have that.

And so my mind kept going in circles as I waited in the old music room. Still forty minutes until classes started.

“I’m telling you, it’s good!”

“It can’t be THAT good.”

“Ask Sarah. Wait, no, she’ll deny she liked it. Either out of shame or to make me look stupid.”

The voices of Grace and Mila came from the hallway, and not long after they were coming into the room. They waved at me with loving smiles.

“Good morning, Oliver,” Mila said.

“How are you always the first one here?” Grace asked. “Don’t you ever oversleep?”

“I’ve been sleeping really well lately,” I answered. “I think sometimes I have weird dreams, but I wake up without remembering the majority.”

“I barely ever have dreams,” Mila said.

“I had some pretty nice dreams this weekend,” Grace sang, grinning suggestively. “Want me to tell you about them?”

Mila giggled. “I can imagine.”

Both girls walked up to me and greeted me with a peck on the cheek. Pretty tame, all things considered. Sometimes they greeted me like this, and other times it was a minute long make out session. No idea what decided it.

Mila pulled on my sleeve and pointed to the gym mattress. “Let’s sit down.”

And so we did, with me in the middle, Mila to my left and Grace to my right. Both very close to me, as usual. “What were you two talking about?”

“Mila doesn’t want to read a book I’m recommending.”

“What she’s not saying is that it’s an erotic novel. Now that I’m fine with sex talk she’s been recommending books non-stop.”

“What’s the book about?” I asked curiously.

Grace grinned. “A mind-control story about this girl who is an absolute stuck-up bitch to everyone and does really terrible things. But then this guy learns the secrets of mind control and turns her into his sex ****. It’s pretty damn cathartic to see the girl brought down a good few pegs, and the characters have more depth than you’d think.”

Grace gave off such prim and proper vibes that it was easy to forget she was actually pretty damn kinky. One more thing to love about her, really.

“If you want me to read something, at least recommend the most diabetes-inducing romance you know, alright?” Mila said. “This sex **** thing is not for me.”

“Sarah said the same thing…” Grace sang teasingly.

“Oh, speaking of reading, I read the thesis you recommended,” I said to Grace.

“Did you?” her eyes sparked at that. “What did you think?”

“Well, it was a little hard to understand,” I admitted shamefully. “But I thought it was cool that games could be used to teach English. Made me wonder if you could do the same with music.”

“You totally can,” Mila said. “I have a friend who speaks a good deal of Spanish and that’s only because she listens to a lot of Latin American music.”

“...Maybe I should try to pick up a new language,” I mused.

“Want me to teach you some russian?” Mila offered, giving me the cutest look.

“Mila, I love you, but you’re a terrible teacher,” Grace interjected before I could accept. “When I ask you why a sentence is written a certain way, you can’t answer ‘it just is’ and expect me to accept it.”

“Well, I grew up with it, okay? And I haven’t had formal classes in like 10 years.”

I chuckled. “So you can speak russian?” I asked her.

“Well, yes… My dad doesn’t want us to forget the language, so we mostly speak russian at home.”

I watched the lighthearted banter between Grace and Mila. In a way, it made me a little jealous. They were clearly super close, enough to call each other idiots and know it was all in good fun. But it also meant they were showing themselves like they really were, in front of me. Grace wasn’t keeping her prim and proper persona, but was laughing and joking. Mila wasn’t keeping her aloof attitude, but was visibly getting flustered and her friend’s teasing. They both looked cute, too.

…

I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t resist. Maybe it was the fact that Mila and I hadn’t done much since last Wednesday, but just looking at her drew me in. Without warning, I put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me and kissed her neck. Her body tensed and her eyebrows shot up, and only then did I realize what I’d done.

A panicked apology was about to come out of my mouth, but Mila, recovering from the shock, moved even closer to me, grinned and kissed my neck back, giving it a little, playful nibble that made me shudder.

“Take that,” she said, giggling.

Grace snorted. “What was that all of a sudden?”

“I… don’t know,” I admitted shyly. “Y-You both looked cute, and… I don’t know what came over me.”

Mila chuckled and kissed my cheek. “I don’t mind one bit.”

“Want to make those fantasies a reality, huh?” the brunette teased me. “And if I look cute, then why aren’t you kissing me too?”

Surprisingly, Mila eagerly pushed me towards Grace, grinning. My lips met Grace’s with an electric shock to my brain. So soft and sweet. She cupped my cheek and snuck in her tongue. We made out calmly and passionately for a few moments before she pulled away.

“Your turn,” she told Mila.

The Russian girl moved from her spot on my left to sit on my lap, facing me. Without words, she leaned close and kissed me, tongue first, hot and heavy from the get go.

“Mmmmph. Mmm.” She let out soft moans that turned me on even more. She had her hands resting on my shoulders while mine held her narrow waist.

I was getting lightheaded, and the threat of getting a hard-on grew by the second. And then Grace did something unexpected. She got a hand between us and, one by one, started unbuttoning Mila’s shirt.

Mila didn’t stop her. She continued kissing me deeply and even started rocking her hips on my lap, causing my half-hard dick to get uncomfortably stiff inside my pants.

“It’s been a while for you two, hasn’t it?” Grace said, voice soft. She also loosened my tie and undid the first two buttons of my shirt. “Why not go all the way? We have enough time.”

Mila and I broke our kiss to look at each other, eyes asking the same question.

But was there really any other answer?