Chapter 8

Alycen went straight home after her confrontation with Dan, more than a little shaken or flustered. It wasn’t just his words or anything like that. It was the fact that, as frustrating as Dan was, he was always dangerously attractive to her. Now he was even more so. Something about his cold, even hostile response appealed to Alycen on a visceral level.

A man not under her thumb or spell for even a second? A man who could and would think for himself and openly reject society’s prevailing norms? A man who took delight in flouting the muddled message of mainstream morality? Alycen’s only previous lovers had been Dan’s own brother, David Leland, her estranged husband, a man by all accounts very old-school, very standard-fare Texan on the one hand, and Jeremy Ward, an easygoing, gregarious butcher who seemed to lack ambition for more from life.

Jeremy was interested in just three things outside of work: girls, football, and booze. Neither man was the stuff of which intellectual giants were made, nor was Alycen for that matter. Dan, however, had the dangerous air of a self-educated, self-willed philosopher of sorts. He was a rugged individualist. He was clearly not just some reclusive pothead, though that was part of the picture for sure. He was extremely antisocial, categorically rejecting not only society’s morals, but its etiquette as well.

There was a disturbing, even alarming revolutionary undertone with Dan Leland, a radicalism that was more pronounced the more one encountered the guy. Quite frankly, it both scared and aroused Alycen more than a little. She was drawn to a sense of danger ... and there was certainly a sense of understated risk inherent to Dan. Beneath his laidback, calm, lethargic, reefer-addict exterior, there was an undercurrent of contempt or disdain for conventional society, its values, and everything that it represented. Somehow, that was a lot more attractive than the slackers of the world like Jeremy or the conformists like David.

That was when Joanna called and Alycen rushed to answer her cell, “Hey, girlfriend, what’s new?”

“Yeah ... I’ve met and forgiven Les,” Joanna told Alycen with a surprisingly upbeat tone of voice.

“Really? He cheated on you with your own sister, Brandy. Six times, as I recall! Does that mean that you’re forgiving her, too?” Alycen expressed some surprise now, though she wanted to support her friend.

“Hey, he’s a cheater, you’re a cheater, I’d think that you’d be more in his corner, hon,” Joanna’s Okie accent came out a little stronger now.

“Yeah, everyone really likes throwing that in my face. At least whenever I judge Les and others for what they do. Yes, I get it, I cheated on David with Jeremy! I was there, I remember! No one’s quite so harsh on Jeremy. He was there, too!” Alycen complained.

“That’s because Jeremy never judges anyone for anything. Well, unless they do something to fuck with him at work,” Joanna laughed softly now.

“Hey, it’s important work! He’s a butcher! You want your sirloin to come out right!” Alycen retorted, the tension broken a bit now.

“Maybe you should have told David that you did it for the chuck steak. He might have forgiven your lapse then. Cheating, yes, but in a good cause,” Joanna snickered nasally now.

“Or porterhouse, but same principle, yes! So, does ... forgiving Les mean ... getting back with him or something else,” Alycen inquired, her curiosity piqued a bit.

“Well, let’s just say that he has a hall pass with Brandy now. I ... understand why he did it. And why he needs to keep doing it. And while I can’t ... fully undo the harm that I did to him ... and her, I’m mitigating it by wiring him some money and doing some other stuff. This doesn’t mean a license to cheat with just anyone. It’s a hall pass with Brandy ... and for the moment, it’s only with Brandy,” Joanna declared rather cryptically.

“What do you mean?” Alycen perked her ears up now.

“She needs to get pregnant. I can’t explain the details right now, but she badly needs to get pregnant. In fact, she took him in after I put him out on the street, so I really feel badly now. I was far too hasty of me. It’s important that he impregnates her. That’s all I gotta say about that!” Joanna insisted.

“I wish that I had an excuse like that. I really miss David. You can’t even begin to fathom how much I miss David at times! But ... to be honest ... I’m kinda ... smitten with his brother for some reason now. It’s embarrassing, really. I’ll be blunt here ... what if I’m just not a one-man woman? What if I’m just ... not cut out for monogamy?

“I just ... wish that he had forgiven me ... I would have made it up to him ... big time ... somehow! I only got nasty because I was hurt that he wouldn’t forgive me, you know. And I tried the absolutely worst tactics to try to force him to return to me, too, so I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed,” Alycen pouted.

“You really want your Dan, Jeremy, and David, too, don’t you? Yeah, welcome to the club! I’ve ... gotten a hall pass of my own for my recent lover from the separation. I felt like a hypocrite at first, but I ... couldn’t give this guy up. He’s a strange sort of man in another town, yes, but he’s so dreamy ... and he was great for the hot, steamy sex the past few weeks.

“His name is ... Valerian Nicolescu. He comes from Romanian stock ... and he is a bit of a pussyhound, you know, a philanderer, but who cares? He’s not my husband. He’s my lover. If I can share Les, I can share Val,” Joanna confessed now.

“And Les’s cool with this?” Alycen bit her lower lip in shock.

“If he wants me to stay cool with him and my own sister, he’d better be!” Joanna giggled now.

“So, he gets his Jo and Brandy, too, huh? Where’s my happy ending?” Alycen groused a bit.

“At Bangkok House, of course, home of all massages and happy endings, miss! Remember, happy endings cost extra!” Joanna teased her best friend now.

“Haha ... do you know anyone named Sasha or Trudy? Dan alluded to them dating David. In the middle of a weird discourse where he called me a hypocrite, referred to his past as a high school teacher, alluded to his current career as a pot farmer/dealer as well as an avocation for writing of some kind. I’d ... probably have to accept them if I wanted David back, particularly if I wanted Dan and/or Jeremy, too. I just want to know who the hell they are,” Alycen probed a bit more.

“Yeah, but who would you need to accept on Dan’s end ... or Jeremy’s end, with whom would you need to share them? They’re both known to be horndogs, after all. They’re not suddenly going to grow horns and become faithful cuckolds while sharing you with David and each other,” Joanna noted in her usual dry manner.

“True. With Jeremy, that’s easy. Half the staff and patrons of the supermarket,” Alycen laughed.

“And with Dan?” Joanna raised her eyebrows, “I’ve wanted to fuck that guy forever, especially since he turned me down for that date. I wanted to know what kind of man doesn’t date at all and still gets action. I wanted to know why women easily give up the booty to a guy like that. He must have something going for him.”

“Well, if he’s anything like David ... even at all, there’s at least ONE thing really going for him, and it ain’t the tongue. David’s not bad with that, but let’s just say that ... no size queen would ever be able to give David up once she’s had that dick. Trust me, that was at least part of why I got so mad ... at myself, at Jeremy, at David ... for ending it! It’s really hard ... stop laughing!

“Really hard to give up a cock that thick! Not bad length, but his real magic lies in his girth, and honey ... if I ever get David back, you should seriously try him! I’ll give you a hall pass right now that you can show him. You’d still need one from Les, but damn!” Alycen confessed that size DID matter for her and with David, it helped a lot.

“So he’s ... really packin’ the heat, eh? A nice, thick, suckable dick? Is it cut, uncut?” Joanna licked her lips at the thought of a cock that meaty, “I’ll write you one for Les, by the way. You should try his tongue in particular, though his dick’s not bad at all. Les and his tongue can find nerve endings in your pussy that you’ve never even heard about, trust me, girl!”

“What about ... rimming? Jeremy claims the rimming prize for me so far ... trust me on that! That was ... a BIG fucking part of me cheating with him, count on that! It’s hard for me to say no to a tongue back there!” Alycen squirmed at the memory of the sorts of things that Jeremy did with his tongue and her ass.

“Honestly, I’ve never been rimmed at all before. You recommend it, then? I always thought that it was dirty ... but Les always wanted to do it ... and so has Val. Is it really that damn good ... being rimmed and all that jazz?” Joanna pondered.

“Oh, babe ... just come on over. RIGHT NOW! It will be cheating, yes, but once you’re done, you’ll make Les and Val both so happy that they’ll never fucking worry about it! It will be three firsts for you. First time cheating. First time rimming ... and first time lezzie fun! We’ll pop all three cherries for you, hon ... and you’ll know what it really means to be ... eaten,” Alycen invited her best friend over so that she could indulge her old fantasy of licking Joanna’s butt.

“Alright ... but this had better be worth it ... You better make me see stars, sugar! I want a rimjob that makes me know what the fuss was all about, not wonder ever afterward, okay? And then I get to try giving it ... I’ve always been curious about that big, plump ass of yours, after all. I might as well as act on such lust now, right?” Joanna tried not to finger herself, but damn ... she was about to fuck her girlfriend ... for the first time ever in their friendship!

Now, that was a pretty big deal, right? Alycen’s panties weren’t the only ones soaked by the time that Joanna arrived. Also, Les was hard as steel, but luckily for him, Brandy rushed in to the rescue and started sucking him dry. Let Joanna keep telling herself that this was just about breeding ... sure, that would save her vanity until she was ready for the truth: Brandy and Les wanted to be a throuple, too.

Whatever was in the water in that part of East Texas ... throuples were increasingly all the rage, weren’t they? It was hard to explain, but why mess with a good thing, right? Few people were nearly as frustrated and unhappy as they had been before the trend began, after all. Didn’t that count for something?