Chapter 3

Man, that sucks. You and Luisa seemed so tight, it’s hard to believe you broke up. I hope it won’t be weird with her still running the office. I thought you two were going to have kids and everything, I remember a few years ago you told me you were trying.

I have some news that might distract you for a minute.

Mira was at my gig Friday night. I thought I was over her, it’s been 6 months and I’ve been with Francine for most of it. But when I saw her huge head of hair come in, my heart just went all weird. And when she danced I couldn’t tear my eyes from her.

Man, I’m so fucked.

She had her girlfriend with her, Maliah. I’d never met her before but I knew it was her.

She’s good looking, but different to Mira. Less sexy, more elegant. Tall, slim, long straight black hair. She’s Afghan you know, pale but not quite white.

They were dancing together, not so you could see they were a couple unless you knew already. Mira looked great; she had a glow to her brighter than she ever had when she was with me. She was sweating slightly, and her dark skin had a fantastic sexy sheen like she used to get when we made love.

So we end our set, and there was another band after us so we had to break our stuff down quick.

Mira and Maliah were at a table; I went over and Mira asked me to join them. It was only a little weird; we all knew who the others were so it was ok.

Maliah was quiet, she hardly said a word. Mira was excited, oh man how I wanted her then. That smile, her dark eyes, her perfect dark chocolate skin ... I reminded myself that was over, keep the memories because they’re good ones.

So she tells me she wrote a few songs; and Maliah wrote music for them. Yeah, notation and all. The girl is educated.

It’s good stuff; the lyrics fit and the words have power. Love songs, and a couple of them were obviously about us, her being with me, enjoying sex with her lover while still having feelings for another.

I admitted to them that I can’t read written music, so I couldn’t judge Maliah’s work.

The next band started up and it was way too loud to talk. The girls got up to dance and Mira pulled me along.

I felt a total fool dancing with those two hot college girls; at the same time, it was a blast. I was the old guy, cool but not sexual for them.

I thought.

We didn’t drink after the first beer. The band played for almost an hour, they were ok. Better than me and my guys, but that’s not saying much.

“Come with us, Maliah will play the music so you can hear it.” Mira says to me.

There was a Chinese woman there I wanted to grab and take home. She was old, a hot granny. Skinny and long legs, long tangled grey hair. I’d seen her dancing there before, and talked to her too. There was something crazy sexy about Lucy. I looked over at her, and she smiled like she understood; how could I refuse the college girls? Lucy went over to some guy who was gooning at her, and they left together.

I followed the girls out into the suburbs. Pinehurst, a high class area. We were up near there last year, we had to take down two huge elms, remember? Yeah, anyway, it’s Mira’s dad’s place but he was away for the week.

I was a little bit sad about that; I was sure she only brought me there because her dad wasn’t home. Even after 6 months, she was embarrassed to have been my girlfriend.

Anyway, it was almost 1 AM by then. There’s a piano in the living room; a baby grand for fucks sake. I knew Mira’s family was loaded but seeing it is another reality.

Maliah starts playing and Mira sings. I was just blown away; this stuff was good. Better than anything me and my garage band ever came up with. Maliah is alright on the piano and Mira has a sweet singing voice.

We were all excited by it; I know it probably sounds uninteresting to you, we were playing and singing together, trying different arrangements, and it was a blast.

What, you think I took that lesbian girl’s cherry? Yeah I did actually. Look, you can never tell this to anyone else, ok?

Music is primal; that’s why I reel in so many women. Nothing is as seductive. But when we do it together, it’s foreplay.

Mira was alternating between Maliah and me; she spent some time standing behind her girlfriend, stroking her head while Maliah played, and then she’d turn and face me while we sang together, blasting me with her young vitality.

We stopped for a break; we’d been at it for a couple of hours and I’d done the set at the bar too.

The girls sat against each other in a casual, familiar way. Not overtly sexual, but as lovers do. Comfortable together, unashamed of their relationship.

“What are you smiling about?” Mira asked me.

“You.” I said, “Both of you. I think you’re wonderful.”

“You probably just want to do it to us both.” Mira said, neither promising nor admonishing.

“Of course I do, I’m a man.” I said flippantly, “But I’m cool with you two being a couple. I have nothing but affection for you Mira, I’ve moved on.”

“Maliah still hasn’t completely forgiven me for going with you.” Mira said. Her girlfriend’s head was relaxed between her breasts as Mira stroked her cheeks and forehead. “We’re trying to figure out if Maliah is really gay, or bisexual like me.”

“Why does it matter?” I asked, “You’re young. Enjoy yourselves together, that’s what’s important.”

“Take your shirt off.” Mira said.

“Huh?” I responded, because I honestly didn’t understand what she wanted.

“Just show her your body.” Mira said, “Don’t get any ideas though, ok? I just want her to see, to understand who I am.”

I pulled my shirt over my head; I saw no reason to refuse.

“What do you think, babe?” Mira asked her lover, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Maliah turned her face towards me and looked at me blankly. Mira slid out from under her and stood up, then stepped over to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Kenny is a good-looking man.” Mira said, as if in a TV advertisement, “Healthy skin, square jaw, strong wide shoulders, and a flat stomach.”

She batted her little fist against my belly for emphasis.

“A masculine figure, any hetero woman would think Kenny an attractive partner. Do you want to see his thing?”

Maliah just stared wide eyed, sitting silently on the sofa.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Mira asked me mischievously, pulling at my belt buckle. “I just want to show it to Maliah, then you have to pack it up and go home, ok?”

“Sure, Mira.” I agreed, “I’m cool with that. But I’m not sure Maliah wants to see it.”

“She needs to see it.” Mira said, pulling my pants open, “My time with you has been fucking up our relationship, she needs to get past it. Besides, this is fun!”

Mira stepped behind me as she pulled my trousers and underwear down my legs, so my cock wouldn’t be in her face.

Maliah stared at my cock, which was half erect between us. I thought it was hilarious; I loved the whole thing, but was worried whether it was really ok.

Still, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my clothing, stark naked in the room with the two hot young women, whose combined ages were just about equal to mine.

“Sing for us.” Mira demanded, so I did.

I looked at Maliah and sang to her for a couple of minutes, my cock swinging around helplessly.

I could see the dawn beginning outside; “Girls, this has been great, but I think it’s time for me to pack up my instrument and go home to my lonely bed.”

“Oh, poor poor neglected Kenny!” Mira laughed, “Gets more pussy than a veterinarian. But he’s alone for a day! Hang on a second, Maliah do you want to touch it before he gets dressed?”

The other girl was silent, but her eyes were traveling up and down my exposed body. I couldn’t tell if she was excited or horrified. Maybe both at once.

“Come on, when will you get this chance again?” Mira coaxed her, “You can’t feel up any other guy without fucking him, right Kenny?”

“I guess not.” I said, “I mean, it would be sort of rude. You can do as you like with me though.”

Mira took her lover’s wrist and pulled her towards me. Maliah had to stand up and take a couple of steps, because I stayed where I was. I was willing to be used for this, I was having fun. I was only worried that the episode would kill our hope of getting the music for the band to use.

Maliah let herself be coerced, and her hand wrapped around my penis.

I was hard then; her hand was cool and sensual, her eyes big and afraid, her face beautiful, exotic, and young.

I was aware of my much greater strength; these girls were toying with me, because Mira knew me well enough to be sure I was tame. That I would never use my power against them, or any woman. Still, it was there, the danger of me was part of the allure.

Mira moved around so she was standing behind Maliah, and she pushed her black hand down into the other girl’s pants, deep and under. Mira laughed triumphantly as she pulled it out again.

“She’s wet!” Mira declared, “Maliah is bisexual, Maliah is bisexual...” she sang, and her girlfriend let go of my cock as if it was electrified.

“Kiss him!” Mira demanded. “Go on Kenny, take her in your strong arms and kiss her!”

“Why?” I asked, and the mood cooled suddenly.

Mira got slightly more serious. “So she knows what it feels like.” She answered, “So she understands what she is, and what I am, who we really are.”

I held my arm out, thumb up, palm open. I kept my feet planted, nailed to the floor. I looked into the Asian girl’s eyes and waited for her to react.

She took a step forward and put her cheek on my hand. That was her surrender, what she had to do if she wanted to obey Mira’s demand.

I curled my fingers around her head and pulled her towards me. She acquiesced, stepping closer. She was an inch shorter than me, and half my weight. Slight and vulnerable in so many ways. I pulled her closer, slowly closer, until her lips were separated from my own by just a hairsbreadth. Her eyes were still locked on me, and I felt her hand grasp my cock again. God that felt good!

I held her head in one hand, and I put the other on the small of her back, and I kissed her mouth for a long, long time as her hand held my hard hot penis. I was throbbing, pulsing in her hand, and her fingers seemed to play a little tune on it.

“Ok, that’s enough!” Mira suddenly interrupted, “Are you guys getting married over there or something?”

Maliah and I broke apart, my cock screaming for more, to have her, touch her, fuck her, love her.

“Time for you to go home, Kenny.” Mira added. I gave the other girl a last hungry glance, then bent to retrieve my clothes.

“Hang on a minute.” Maliah said. “How many times did you two do it?”

“I didn’t count.” Mira said, “We were together for 6 months.”

“So like 150 times.” Maliah said.

“Well, we didn’t do it every day after the first couple of months.” Mira said defensively.

“So only 100 times?” Maliah asked, “Well I want to do it once. Just once, so 1%.”

“No, that wasn’t the idea!” Mira insisted, “Go on, get going Kenny.”

“Ok.” I said, “If Maliah says so.”

“Tell him.” Mira said, “Tell him to go home.”

“No.” Maliah said defiantly. “You started this stupid game Mira, I want to be with Kenny tonight.”

“The night is over, the sun is rising!” Mira retorted.

“The morning then.” Maliah responded, and reached for my hand. I looked at Mira and shrugged.

“Sorry, but I’m under the influence of heavy hormones.” I told her, and followed Maliah into a bedroom.

“Say Mira;” I said over my shoulder, “My keys are in my pants, could you bring us the condoms from my glove compartment?”

She glared at me, but even scowling she was lovely.

“Do you really want to make love with me, or do you just want to piss off Mira?” I asked Maliah when we were alone.

She sat on the bed and looked me up and down; I was still half erect. “I don’t know.” She said, “I’m 20 years old and I’ve never slept with anyone else.”

I stood a few feet from her, stark naked. Twice her age, twice her strength, hairy, male. She was sweet, young, a virgin, talented, and very attractive. I took a step towards her, so my penis was within her grasp.

“I like you.” I told her, “And you’re incredibly attractive too. I really want to do it with you, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to take you in my arms.”

My cock pulled her hand to itself; she touched it and I shuddered with pleasure.

“Shit, Maliah; that feels so good ... You and Mira have something beautiful. She loves you, I think you love her too. Is this worth risking that love?”