Chapter 4

I was working from home one day when Julie came home, arms full of shopping bags, and sporting a brand new pixie haircut. She bounded to me playfully after dropping her bags and leapt into my lap. After a brief moment of mutual tickles, she swung her leg over my head so that she was straddling my legs, facing me.

“Kai, have I ever thanked you for turning me into a ginormous slut?” she asked, running her hands through my hair.

“Love the hair,” I said. “Believe me, Jules, turning you into a slut has been it’s own reward.” I ran my fingers across the skin of her chest exposed by her scoop-neck tee shirt.

“I’m not sure ‘slut’ is the right word though,” I mused. “Don’t you have to have lots of partners to be a slut? Have you been steppin’ out on me, girl?”

“Maaaybe!” she teased. “Maybe I gave the guy at Macy’s head to get his employee discount. And then his boss when he walked in on us. And then the register girl because the first two really wanted to see that. Can you smell their come on my breath?” She breathed into my face. Her breath smelled like green tea.

“Woe is me!” I gasped, playing along. “I am unable to satisfy my woman and she has strayed! But how could I hope to satisfy her? Forsooth, I am but one man, yet she has the carnal appetite of a dozen women at least! What misery have I unleashed upon myself - and upon this earth - by selfishly discarding her chastity?” I tickled her fiercely as I delivered the last line.

She hugged me using some sort of cuddly jujitsu that made it impossible for me to tickle her further.

“So what’s next?” she said as she dismounted me.

“Next?”

“The next step in my sluttification. What’s the plan? You always have a plan to make me looser and dirtier.”

She had a point. For as long as we’d been going out, I had always been working one plan or another to slowly broaden her sexual horizons. It had never been a secret between us. I thought we had an understanding - that she not only approved, but appreciated my little nudges. Suddenly this conversation had me worried that she might have some level of resentment about it.

“I don’t really have any ideas right now. Do you? Is everything okay?”

Julie sat on the couch on patted the seat next to her. I joined her.

She explained: “You know that government project I’ve been working on? The actual mission is coming up next Tuesday. This is really big. I need to be more charged-up than I’ve ever been. Monday night, I need you to fuck me silly. Do me every which way you can think of, and then some. Please, Kai? Every time I’ve thought I had reached my potential, you’ve always known just what to do to take me to the next level. I really need that - Monday night.”

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. The seriousness of the subject shocked me. I knew that Julie routinely faced dangers as Quake Girl - she told me about them all the time. But it had always seemed like Hollywood heroism to me: No matter how bad things sound you always know that the hero is going to be fine in the end. And besides, with Julie’s blossoming sexuality, Quake Girl had become a great deal stronger, whereas the thugs and disasters seemed to always stay the same. For the first time, I was truly worried about her.

“You still can’t explain?” I asked. Of course the government had sworn her to secrecy when they asked her to join this project.

She bit her lip. “It’s bad”, she finally said. “You know that asteroid that they used to talk about on the news? It’s real. Well, it’s a comet, but real. They say it’s going to hit in the Pacific - but it doesn’t really matter where it hits.” She made an explosion gesture with her hands. “Extinction.”

She went on. “They’ve already tried nukes. Then they tried sending Triangle Man, and then Chernobyl Twins. They won’t tell me what went wrong with those missions. But they think I might be able to break it apart. You know, earthquakes.”

“You’re really that powerful?” I asked.

“Maybe.” She shrugged demurely. “We’ve been doing tests out in the Nevada desert. They’ve been suppressing the seismic data.” She rolled her eyes. “The scientists say there’s a good chance it will work.”

“Holy crap, Julie! Are you...” She put a finger to my lips and cut me off.

“I’ll be coming back. Even if I fail I’ll be coming back. We’ll still have a couple weeks. But I think it’ll work.”

She stood up and left all her seriousness behind her. “Anyway, that’s your homework. Monday night you’ve got to give me an earth-shattering orgasm.” She winked and walked off to take a shower, wiggling her butt as she walked.

That night there was a weird sort of role-reversal between us in bed, as I moped about the end of the world. “Come on, baby, make me moan!” She said as her lithe naked body writhed around on top of the duvet. Moan she did, when I pinned her ankles back by her head and slammed my cock into her.

She had to pull me out of my shell the next night, too. She rubbed my cock while reciting the most absurd dirty talk I’ve ever heard: a surreal amalgamation of my own sexual past and fantasies I’d shared with her, and bits from erotic movies and stories. There were Catholic schoolgirls, chainmail bikinis, prom limos, and holographic lapdances from jealous AI’s. It did get me hot, though. We tried sixty-nine for the first time that night, and laughed for ten minutes at the enormous failure of it. And then we made love. It was the greatest moment of intimacy of my life.

I guess I’m good at compartmentalization - or maybe denial - because I didn’t really think much about the risk of losing Julie or the annihilation of the world after that. I turned my attention to more important things, like how to give Quake Girl a send-off with a bang.

Julie came home, Monday night, at 5:15 PM. Her normal routine of taking off her shoes and hanging up her coat was interrupted by the realization we had company.

I greeted her: “Hi honey! This is Micah and Pete. They will be assisting with your sexual gratification tonight.”

Both guys said, “Hey.”

Julie moved at half-speed, not taking her eyes off of us, as she took the keys from her coat pocket and put them in their usual spot on the counter. Micah, Pete, and I were lounging around the living room. The XBox was on but had been forgotten a short while before in favor of beer.

I went on. “Micah used to date both Rachel and Jenn, both of whom highly recommend him. For sex, anyway. Apparently he’s lousy at balancing a checkbook. We’ve been playing ball together at the gym for a couple of years now.”

“Pete is in an open marriage with Rosemary. You’ve heard her stories, so you can imagine how high her standards are. Rumor is he has an eleven inch dick.”

Pete chimed in: “Well, not right now.”

“Nice to meet you,” Julie said with a forced smile. “I think I’ll have some wine.”

She slinked toward the kitchen, never entirely turning her back on us as she moved. I followed. Her hands were trembling as she poured herself a glass of red. I put my hand on her arm reassuringly.

“Plan B involves just you and me and a box full of new sex toys. The guys will totally understand if you don’t want to do this. I told them that I’d be surprising you and that you might not want to go through with it. And if you do, they know it’s all about you tonight: anything you want, nothing you don’t. And these aren’t strangers - I’ve known them both for years. They’re good guys.”

She downed her wine while I was talking, and then took a moment to collect herself. “No, I want to. It’ll ... it’ll be fun. I was just surprised is all.” Julie put down her glass and walked confidently back into the living room, where she took each man by the hand and then led them into the bedroom.

Julie sat on the bed. The three of us stood next to it. I really had no idea how to proceed, but I seized the silence and said, “Shirts off, guys. Let’s let her see what she’s got to work with.”

We guys all took off our shirts, and then, following Micah’s lead, our pants. Julie looked at us for a while, taking us all in with her eyes. She had a look of reflection on her face. Julie was as beautiful as ever - short black hair with deep brown almond-shaped eyes and a tiny nose set in a triangular face. Her ruffled blouse and skinny jeans hugged the curves of her slender body. Seeing her like that I felt lucky, as I often did, that I got to be with her.

Pete was a white guy with a shaved head and abs that came out of a Frank Miller graphic novel. He was fairly tall - just a little shorter than me. Micah was average height with an average build, and certainly fit. He had black hair and brown skin that could have come from any number of places in the world. He had a slight accent that I could never identify. His facial hair was impeccably groomed. For my part, I’m blue-eyed with sandy blond hair and a pale complexion. I’m tall and reasonably well built.

Julie’s focus changed from viewing us all at once to focusing just on Pete’s boxers.

“Can I see it?” She asked. Pete dropped his shorts with the precision of a military drill.

Julie slid off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She lifted her hands, one supporting his dick, the other his balls. Unsurprisingly, it came to life at her touch. She watched it grow, holding it with reverence like some relic. She hefted it inquisitively. Then she looked at me and we had one of those couples’ mind-reading moments. She was considering sending me to fetch her tape measure. She was a scientist, after all; measuring is what they do. She didn’t say anything though. Instead she pulled the skin of his shaft forward a little and watched it fold. I don’t think she had ever seen an uncircumcised penis up close before.