CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I think that went well,” Gabe said.
Stacy laughed loudly. “Oh, really? You think?”
“I do.”
“Yeah, I do, too. Wow. That was...incredible. That was way better than I had dared dream it was going to be.”
“I told you!” Chloe called.
“Fuck! I forgot you were there!” Stacy snapped, and Chloe started laughing.
“Figured. Can I come in?” she asked, her voice growing a little closer.
“Um...well, that’s fair enough, I guess, since you let me fuck your boyfr-husband.”
“If you don’t want me to see you naked, that’s cool, Stacy,” Chloe replied.
She seemed to really think about it for a moment. “I guess...yeah, I want to see what it’s like. I’ve also kind of wanted to be watched having sex. Although really just to see what it feels like, and this seems like a decent stepping stone. So, come in.”
“Okay.” Chloe walked in. “Um, wow.”
“What?” she asked.
“You’re so fucking hot naked.”
“Oh.” Stacy looked down at herself. “Really?”
“Yes. Your body is like...sculpted.”
“You had better not tell me you’re jealous of me with those tits and hips of yours,” Stacy replied a little curtly.
Chloe laughed. “I am jealous of the sleekness of your body. I…” She looked down at herself. “Am definitely putting on some happy weight.”
“I’m not complaining,” Gabe murmured.
“Duh,” Chloe replied, rolling her eyes. “I know of your intense fetish for fat asses, broad hips, and thick thighs.”
Stacy frowned, then looked over at him. “You did enjoy this, right?”
“Yes, Stacy. Sex with you was incredible and you’re really hot. I don’t really have a type. It is actually coincidence that all of the five women in my life have huge tits, and it wouldn’t have changed anything if they hadn’t.”
“Oh. All right.” She shifted a little. “I want a shower. Will you join me?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be here,” Chloe said, pulling out her phone and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Waiting while my husband showers with another woman.”
“...I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” Stacy said.
“Holy fuck, Stacy, of course I’m joking.”
“Don’t bitch at me! I’m...feeling vulnerable.”
“Okay, fair enough. Sorry. Go shower.”
Stacy made a sound and led Gabe to her bathroom. She got the water going hot and they both slipped inside.
“So, how you feeling?” he asked as she tilted her head back under the water.
“Good. Relaxed. Very satisfied,” she replied.
“Good to hear.”
“How about you?”
“The same.”
She finished wetting her hair and then opened her eyes as she ran her fingers through it. “This must be old hat to you,” she murmured.
“I mean...not really. Honestly, this whole thing has been really interesting, in a weird kind of a way. I mean good weird, but still weird.”
“Why? Because of the fantasy? You seemed very comfortable.”
“No, not because of the fantasy. Because of, well, who you were in high school and because of who I was in high school.”
She frowned. “Um...I’m not sure I understand.”
“Seriously? You can’t see how it would be like a huge deal for a loser nerd to hook up with the Captain of the Cheer Squad?”
“Oh! That makes sense, except...I have a hard time believing you were a loser in high school and I did not define myself as a cheerleader. Although, to be honest, much as I hate to admit it, yes: I was a prep chick. Less because I wanted to be and more because I was. But like...you have five really attractive women sleeping with you and loving you, what difference does high school make?”
He laughed. “Um...that shit left scars. Permanent damage that I will take to my grave.”
“Oh. Wow. I’m sorry. I’d say I understand, but I guess I don’t in the same way you probably don’t understand my own damage…”
“Yeah, I’d say that’s accurate. And I appreciate it.
It’s weird, like really weird, right now.
Like I have all this evidence that I’m not a fuckugly loser, and it definitely happens less often these days, but I still get down about it.
It’s so weird, almost like a psychological scar.
I catch myself thinking ‘I’m going to die alone’, but then it’s like, what the fuck? No, I won’t. Why did I think that?”
“Psychological scar is a good descriptor of that, or like a dead echo. And that fucking sucks, and I’m sorry you have to put up with it. Would you feel good if I told you how impressed I was by, just...everything you did?”
He laughed awkwardly. “I mean, yeah.”
“Well, I am. Gabe, I don’t think you get it but like, you made me orgasm with zero foreplay.
That is insane. And just-from the moment I opened the door, you were on it.
Like so on point. You had this presence that just was not there before.
I seriously think you could be an actor, like a legit actor in movies. I believed you.”
“Thank you.”
“And I think the biggest thing was the fact that you managed to keep your word to the letter about not making me. You didn’t even touch me. Also, like...how did you know? About the keeping your clothes on thing? Because that made it a lot hotter, but I don’t even know why.”
“I think because it was tacitly declaring ‘you aren’t even worth taking my clothes off for’.”
Her eyes widened. “Shit, that makes sense! Did you just study the hell out of this stuff or something?”
“No, not really. I’ve picked up tips and tricks off the internet but I’m just kind of a natural, apparently?”
“Yes. You are a natural. I felt like I was living a porn, but a good one. And, just…” She hugged him suddenly.
“I really, really wanted to thank you for giving me this. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, mostly because I’m just honestly too scared to try.
I’m too specific, but also, I mean...look at me.
I’m so skinny, what could I do if some asshole seriously came at me?
But Chloe promised me I would feel safe with you and I did, I felt fucking safe with you during that whole thing.
Even though you were doing all that you were doing. ”
“I’m exceptionally glad I could provide that for you. And I am also quite glad I got to have sex with you. Also, if you wanted, I could go down on you.”
“I…” She began blushing, releasing him and looking back. “I would really appreciate that, actually. Although not right now. I’m...sensitive. Down there. One orgasm and then I need a day off at least.”
“Maybe you need help building up a little tolerance.”
She began to reply, then paused, her mouth half-open in an amused and surprised expression. “Is that you offering to just come over and eat me out?”
“Yeah, basically.”
“What, out of the goodness of your heart?”
“I mean, you weren’t bad at sucking dick. Maybe we could trade?”
She snorted. “Maybe.”
“No pressure, obviously.”
“I appreciate it. We should talk a little more about the future. So, obviously, that was great. And I’d like to keep going.
I’m reluctant to really commit to any kind of schedule because my life is more or less devoted to my shelter project–amazing choice, by the way–and my handful of friends left.
And reading cringey fan fiction. But I think once a month sounds about right. ”
“Works for me.”
“Okay, good. And I was thinking...there’s a specific way I want to let you know that I’m, uh, in the mood.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I want to send you an insulting text. Will you take it poorly if it text you something like ‘fuck you, loser’?”
“I will absolutely not take it poorly, as your message will be the clarion call to pussy.”
She laughed loudly, then looked startled by it and put a hand over her mouth. “God, I never laugh like that. Okay, then. I guess it’ll be kind of random…”
“My schedule is, well, not exactly open, but malleable. I’d definitely set aside writing to come over here and blackmail you into giving up your pussy. But if I’m really busy, I’ll just tell you something like ‘fuck off’. If not, I’ll reply with ‘you owe me’.”
“That sounds perfect.” They both turned as there was a knock on the door. “What?!”
“I know I’m asking a lot but can I please come in that shower and fuck my husband because I am insanely fucking horny after that display!” Chloe called.
“You wanna watch?” Gabe asked.
“I’m actually kind of curious...yeah, okay, get in here!” Stacy replied.
“Really?! You gonna watch me take dick!?” Chloe asked, opening the door and slipping in.
“Apparently, if you’re cool with it.”
“I am very cool with it.” She pulled back the shower curtain.
“You’re already naked?!” Stacy cried.
“I figured you’d say yes, now move.”
Stacy sighed and made room. Chloe immediately got in and then kissed Gabe deeply, and he felt a new thrill of lust take him over as he settled his hands on her pleasantly padded ass.
…
“So how was it?” Ellen asked the moment Gabe was through the front door.
He laughed, kicking his shoes off. “I haven’t even taken my hoodie off.”
“Don’t care,” Krystal said, coming up beside her.
“It went really well,” he replied.
They both looked from him to Chloe. “Oh yeah, it did. I could only hear it, but...if writing doesn’t work out, Gabe could consider a career in acting. It was pretty authentic. And hot. And it’s also making me strongly consider more roleplay.”
“Oh my fucking God, yes,” Krystal whispered. “I want that so bad. Especially after the slapping. That was...worryingly hot.”
“Hey, I wanna roleplay!” Liz called, drifting closer. “What was it?”
They had talked with Stacy about sharing the details of their encounter and she’d agreed to let them do so only within their own inner circle.
“She wanted to be blackmailed into fucking,” he replied.
Liz stopped halfway down the hall and went bright red.
“Oh wow,” Chloe murmured.
“What-oh. Babe...you really want that, huh?” Krystal asked, giggling.
“I do,” Liz replied. She cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck. “I would very much like that at some point.”
“So would I,” Gabe said. He looked around. “Where’s Holly?”
“Deep into editing. She got on an editing kick a bit after you left and she’s still there,” Ellen replied.
“I’m done with my pass, by the way,” Liz said.
“How did you get through it so fast?” Krystal asked.
“Well, honestly, I wasn’t doing a super deep edit, since that isn’t quite my thing and you’ve got so many other eyes on it.”
“I think we need some lingerie shots for the cover,” Gabe said, looking back to Ellen.
“Oh yeah, we certainly don’t have enough,” she replied, smirking and rolling her eyes. “I guess we’ll just have to do more.”
“Are you going to do that for all of our series?” Liz asked. “Put us on the cover?”
“If you want. I’d certainly like it,” Gabe replied.
“At some point we should have a picture taken of all of us with you,” Krystal said. “Put it on your website. Maybe blur our faces or crop our heads.”
“Oh my God, we should do a parody of that one meme, with all the guys standing around the chick on the couch? But gender reversed!” Chloe declared.
“That would actually be fucking awesome,” Gabe replied.
Ellen began speaking but her phone chimed. She’d reached into her robe pocket and pulled it out. “Ooh. Okay, so I reached out to Abby and Em to have dinner and they just said they’re free.”
“Right. Shit. Jesus, I haven’t spoken with Abby in...a few weeks?” Gabe muttered. “God, I got her pregnant and I’m basically ignoring her.”
“Babe, that was kind of the idea,” Ellen replied.
“I mean I get that, it just feels weird to have zero contact...on the other hand, I guess it would kind of come off as weird if I kept texting her asking how she was doing and stuff, like I was slowly trying to insert myself more into her life…” He sighed heavily.
“Babe, you’re overthinking,” Krystal said. “How it’s going is fine.”
“Yeah, based off everything I know about Abby, I’d say it’s fine to let her set the tempo of reaching out. I mean, do if you want to or have a question or something, but your current level of contact is probably fine,” Ellen agreed.
“Yeah, that makes sense. Goddamnit, this is getting complicated.”
“It’s getting a little cluttered,” Ellen said. “But I think it’s less complicated than you think it is. You’re getting anxious, which makes sense. So, how about we all change or shower or whatever needs to be done and then go to Abby’s and Em’s.”