The Sisterhood of Joey's Pants

Bianca had never felt like this before. The warmth, this sense of belonging, the togetherness that this group of women, this strange but profound community she suddenly found herself to be part of, was as alien as it was welcome.

The hatred of her mother, a deep and embedded feeling Bianca had carried since she was young, had tainted almost every relationship she had had with women. Arms length was close enough, never trusting them with intimate details, never allowing them in past her protective shell. Bianca relied on Bianca, not on the goodwill of womankind.

But this was different. Now, thanks to Joey, for the first time in her life, she had a group she trusted. No, it was more than that. They were on her side, and she was on theirs.

It had happened so quickly. A minute ago they'd been at each other’s throats. Now, as Bianca looked around the room at the other women, she felt a deep, unshakable connection. How could she have not seen it before? Fight these women? Never! These women weren't for fighting. They were for supporting!

"I guess we should start over," the young woman with the dirty blonde hair said, "I'm Madison. I'm lucky to have Joey as my boyfriend."

"Mine too," the young Asian girl quickly piped in, "I'm Aynsley."

"Donna," Joey's mother said, her tone level, her poise unshakable, "I'm not his girlfriend, as you know. I'm his mother."

"I'm Eliza," the redheaded woman standing next to Joey said, "This is my classroom. I teach him history."

"And I'm Bianca," she finally said, then feeling a bit bold, "I've only just met Joey, but he can touch me whenever and however he wants."

"Oh my," Eliza said, before they all burst into giggles.

"I must apologize for my behaviour before," Donna was the first to stop laughing, the first to regain her composure, "I don't know why I was arguing with you all. I hope we can start fresh, that I can show you that I'm here to support you, to be on your team."

All the women voiced emphatic agreement. And why wouldn't they? There were five beautiful women in the room brought together by one unifying theme: Joey. Each of them had a unique relationship with him, but there was plenty of space for all of them to share. Bianca believed that her role was Joey's sexual gratification, but so did Donna. They had already come to terms with that fact, that Joey would have to be comfortable sharing the role between the two of them. So if Joey had a couple girlfriends, and his teacher wanted a piece, would that be a big deal? As far as Bianca figured, Joey would still be sexually gratified, and by Donna and Bianca ensuring that those other women were supported in it, they were taking responsibility.

Not that Bianca didn't want a hands-on approach to her role. Even if she had to wait her turn, she was damned sure that nobody would push her out of line. The only thing was, with these women, she felt entirely sure that they wouldn't do that. Bianca was, for the first time, part of something bigger than herself.

"Joey, sweetie," Eliza said, "Thank you for that. If we had kept arguing, I think things would have gotten out of hand. There would have been no way to grow our relationship, to become, well, whatever this is..." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yeah, Joey," Aynsley crossed the floor and gave him a peck on the lips, "I appreciate it."

"Hey, don't forget about me," Madison quickly scurried over to him, kissing him on the lips, lingering a moment, then, "I can be appreciative too."

"Joey, darling," his mother said, swaying toward him and taking his hands in hers, "Someone must have raised you right. You are turning into a man right before our eyes. What you've given us by explaining things, this sorority of support, is a gift that most women never get. A community that cares for each other, no sniping, no jealousy. I'll forever be grateful."

She bent down, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his nose, then his cheek, before finally meeting his lips.

Joey's face was bright red, his eyes wide, looking both overheated and conflicted. The poor guy. Bianca knew how to fix it.

"I'm just happy to finally get in the room with you!" Bianca beelined toward him once Donna had made room, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her lips against his, her tongue entering his mouth, kissing him with a hunger that surprised even her.

The women around her cheered and clapped, each appreciative of the attention she was both getting and giving. She could feel herself getting hotter, getting wetter. She could feel, too, Joey's manhood begin to grow as she pressed her body against his. Soon, she told herself, she'd take care of that need that Joey was showing. Soon Bianca would be living the life she knew she was born to live.

But then...

A knock at the door.

Bianca released Joey, panting, her breasts heaving, her stomach a-flutter. She wanted to keep going. She knew the women in the room wouldn't stop her, but the person outside? She had no idea who that was, or what they might think.

The women hurriedly stepped away from Joey, positioning themselves casually around the room. Nobody spoke, nobody needed to. Donna went and leaned on the teacher's desk. Madison and Aynsley sat down like students, Bianca herself crossed to stand by the window. Since it was Eliza's classroom, she moved toward the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.

A girl. Bianca had never seen her before, she was sure of that. The newcomer stood in the doorway, dark eyes sharp and searching, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She had an air of confidence, but there was something else, too. A sort of quiet reverence.

“Sorry to intrude,” the girl said. “I was listening at the door and… well… I just wanted to tell you that I support you. I’m on your side.”

The room was silent for a moment.

Then Bianca smiled. They all smiled.

Of course she was.

Joey had, after all, explained things so well.