Chapter 1: The Request

- August, 2017 -

“This is not a joke right?” I asked.

“It’s not,” Lisa said firmly. She pulled her honey-blonde hair over her ear and waited for that statement to sink in.

“You want me to ... fuck your ass?” I asked.

Anyone who meets Lisa and Denise for the first time would be shocked by how casual they were talking about sex. It was like they lived in a porn movie.

Denise could walk up to a random stranger and say, ‘nice tits’ as though Denise was complimenting her shoes. Lisa could talk about her sex life within five minutes of meeting someone new, just like how guys would talk about their favorite sports.

Sex was always their favorite topic even in high school. They could casually ask someone ‘Did you have a good fuck last night?’ as though they were asking ‘Did you do your homework last night?’ with a straight face.

After being friends with them for years, I was used to it. Mostly.

But this request was outside the comfortable range of what I was used to.

“That’s right, Ken,” Lisa said.

I looked into her beautiful green eyes to make sure she wasn’t kidding. My favorite eyes in the world. But I was the worst person to understand social cues.

“And Tony’s fine with it?” I asked.

Who in the world would be comfortable with asking his best friend to fuck his girlfriend in the ass?

I know Tony and Lisa had a special kind of relationship that included inviting other girls to have sex with them. But I didn’t know Tony was open to having other guys fucking his girlfriend.

Especially her ass.

“Yup,” Lisa said casually. “He suggested it.”

“He did?” I asked, not quite believing what I heard.

Tony was always generous towards me, the kind of generosity that always made me cringe.

But I didn’t know Tony was this generous.

“Maybe I should start at the beginning,” Lisa wondered out loud.

“I think you should,” I agreed.

“So Tony and I have been trying anal sex for a while...”

In situations like this, I’d have said, ‘Too Much Info’. I never like hearing about their sex lives.

But she did ask me to fuck her ass.

“Okay...” I managed.

“But we can’t seem to get it to fit...”

“By ‘it’ you meant...”

“Tony’s cock,” Lisa said. “It’s too big.”

“Uh ... right.” I knew what she was talking about.

Even if sharing gym class with Tony for the past three years hadn’t made me know of that fact, girls in high school always talked about Tony’s monster cock. It was the only thing they ever wanted to talk about.

Another reason why I’d love to hate Tony.

“So we’re hoping you can help me to get used to it,” Lisa said simply, as though that explained everything.

“How’s ... how’s that going to work?” I asked cautiously.

“You can help me stretch it first.”

“By ‘it’ you meant your...”

“My butt,” Lisa said. She tilted her hip and indicated her bottom for emphasis. It was a bottom I had lusted after for several years.

“Uh, right...”

“Do you think you can help us ... help me with that?” Lisa asked cautiously.

Lisa played on my weak spot. She knew I’d avoid saying no to her whenever I could help it.

“You know this is a really weird request right?” I said.

“It’s a little unusual, I admit,” Lisa confessed.

“A little?” I asked, incredulous. “But why me?”

“Because Tony trusts you, of course. We all do.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Um, well ... how do I put this...” Lisa said hesitantly.

“Because I’ve a small cock?”

I didn’t exactly think I had a small cock. It was average. I was neither proud nor ashamed of it. But compared to Tony’s, mine was tiny. Hell, compared to his, everyone’s was tiny.

“No!” Lisa said quickly, “Um, just maybe ... not ... as big as Tony.”

“This is not payback for the other night, right? An elaborate prank to get back at me?”

“No, no!” Lisa said quickly. “I already told you I don’t have a problem with that! I never did!”

“Then what’s the meeting earlier about?” I asked, still suspicious about the meeting before this talk with Lisa.

I was invited to have a meeting with Tony, Lisa, and Denise in the living room. A formal house meeting. I thought I was getting kicked out of the house for looking at Lisa walking around naked.

My nerves were still frayed thinking about the house meeting earlier.

“Am I getting kicked out of the house?” I asked, half-joking, half not, as soon as I sat down with them in the living room.

When Tony asked me to live together with his girlfriend and his girlfriend’s best friend, I thought it was a bad idea.

Even in high school, I knew they had a huge amount of sex. Whenever we had study sessions in Tony’s mansion, Tony and Lisa would often disappear to have sex several times a day. Then they would come back half-dressed, hair messed up, and continued to study with me as though nothing happened. An hour later, the same thing happened again.

I also knew Denise often joined them. They didn’t exactly try to hide it. Denise also frequently brought a friend to join Tony and Lisa in bed. Then the three girls would appear looking like they had the best time of their lives.

I always wondered how that worked. Having sex with three girls at once looked and sounded exciting. The stuff of fantasy. But in reality? It felt impossible.

I didn’t exactly mind that they were always having sex. It was their business. And they were my best friends. Good for Tony. But it only became a problem for me when I had to witness it every day.

I found out exactly how bad an idea it was on the night we moved into this house.

The house was four blocks from campus with four bedrooms. Downstairs had a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. Upstairs had two more bedrooms and a bathroom. The rooftop was flat, with a small pool and a hot tub. I was pretty sure the owner designed it to be a party house. I was also pretty sure this was the main reason Tony wanted to live there.

Tony and I took the room downstairs. Lisa and Denise took the rooms upstairs. But with Tony’s room being the biggest, Lisa and Denise frequently had sex with him in his. Almost every day. Sometimes with an extra girl.

Right from the first night, I could hear them having sex. With only a thin wall separating my room and Tony’s, I could hear everything. All the moans and groans. All the smacking of flesh on flesh. And all the dirty talks that Denise liked during sex.

After the first night, I begged them to allow me to take the bedroom upstairs instead. But Lisa and Denise wanted the second floor to be the girls’ floor. Something about easier to share everything when their rooms were side by side.

Another thing they liked to do was walking into the kitchen whenever they took a break during sex. Stark naked. The first time I caught a glimpse of their naked butts when I opened my door, I shut the door quickly.

When Tony tried to apologize to me the next day, I told him it was fine. It was his house, his rules. No matter how uncomfortable I was.

Since then, whenever they started having sex, I mostly stayed in my room with a headset on. Or hid out on the rooftop until I knew they were done.

Then an incident happened two nights ago. At two in the morning, after I was very certain they were all asleep after a bout of very long sex, I came out of the room only to find myself face-to-face with a naked Lisa.

It was the first time she was fully nude in front of me. I had seen her in various states of undress before, but never as naked as the day she was born. And I had never seen her bare pussy before.

Until that night.

Instinctively, I ogled at her body, checking out every curve. I stared at her bare breasts and pussy for god knows how long, mesmerized. When I finally regained my senses and looked her in the eye, she was looking at me, very amused.

Then the panic struck and I yelled an apology and dashed back into my room.

So when Tony called this meeting, I thought I was getting kicked out for ogling his girlfriend.

“Woah dude, nobody’s getting kicked out!” Tony said quickly.

“I still feel like I’m getting ganged somehow,” I said, looking at my best friend, then at his girlfriend. My anxiety was already starting to rise.

“Dude, chill the fuck out,” Tony said. “And tone down on the passive-aggressiveness, will ya?”

Lisa frowned and turned to her boyfriend, “Tony, maybe I should talk to Ken alone?”

“I thought the whole point of coming to college and living together like this was so that we can start behaving like proper adults,” Tony said frustratingly.

“Okay, okay, this is not going as well as I expect it to be,” Lisa said.

“How did you expect this to go?” I asked, now failing to hide the panic in my voice.

“Dude, stop that!” Tony said.

“Tony!” Lisa yelled, “Just let me speak, will you?”

“Is this about the other night?” I asked nervously. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about, dude,” Tony said.

“I’ll just stay in my room from now on if it helps,” I said quickly.

“No!” Lisa said quickly, “You don’t have to do that ... look, can you try to hold your anxiety together until I finish saying what I want to say? It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

I looked at Lisa, then at Tony, then at Denise who had remained quiet the entire time, then back at Lisa and nodded.

“First, let me say again I’m not mad about the other night,” Lisa said. “We live together. It happened. It was my fault for walking around naked like that.”

“It’s not your fault that I stared at you like a piece of meat,” I said guiltily.

“Technically it was her fault,” Denise decided to chip in.

“Wait, how’s that my fault?” Lisa asked.

“You’re hot. He’s a virgin who had never seen a naked girl,” Denise explained matter-of-factly.

“Denise!” Lisa yelled. “Don’t be rude!”

“How’s that rude?” Denise said. “It’s just a fact.”

“Uh, so this meeting is about that night, right?” I asked. My anxiety was now leaping into the uncomfortable zone. Just a few steps away from a panic attack.

“No ... well, in a way, yes,” Lisa said.

“So it IS about the other night?” I asked again.

“Dude,” Tony said, annoyed. “Alright, it is about the other night. Move on.”

Despite being best friends, there’s a limit to how much Tony’s alpha male side could tolerate my wimpy ass.

I often wondered why Tony put up with me. Not just put up, but kept me as his best friend.

We were nothing alike. He was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be friends with. I was the kind of guy no one wanted to be friends with.

He was fun, spontaneous, and easy to talk to. I was a nerd, who couldn’t talk to anyone.

He was good-looking, I was not. He had a model-like body. I did not. He was rich. I was not.

All the girls wanted to be with him. No girls even wanted to talk to me.

And the worst thing of all was his loyalty. The only reason why we became friends was because I happened to help him when he was getting bullied. I didn’t even mean to help him. In a billion parallel universes, this was probably the only one that I did.

When Tony first entered high school, he was small and pretty like a girl. That attracted a lot of bullies targeting him. He frequently fought back and ended up in bruises.

In the third week of high school, I happened to walk past him surrounded by four seniors in a corner. Somehow my body reacted and I ran over to help him. It was a heroic moment like in the movies. But unlike in the movies, both of us got beaten up badly.

But after that incident, we became friends. Or rather, he declared me his best friend.

Then six months later, he hit a growth spurt, became ripped, more handsome rather than looking like a girl, and suddenly became the most popular guy in school. He was the typical jock. Tall, muscular, handsome. And very rich. But unlike typical jocks, he was also smart, kind, and treated everyone well. Especially me.

Throughout the rest of high school, he kept me close. He asked his friends to become my friends. He invited me to parties. He made sure no one messed with me.

If he wasn’t so loyal, perhaps I could hate him. But I can’t. He did everything right, even when I didn’t deserve it.

“Um...” I stammered, glancing towards my room, now plotting my escape. I never did well with tense and confrontational situations.

“Tony!” Lisa admonished her boyfriend. She was the only one who knew me best in the world.

Lisa was also another friend I didn’t deserve. On the first day of school, we rode the bus together. We talked. Or rather she talked, I participated.

That should have been the end of the story.

Except Lisa also decided to become my friend. If not for Tony taking the top spot, she would have been my best friend.

Most people found me too weird and difficult to talk to. I agreed. I was weird. But Lisa didn’t mind. She was gentle and kind. She took the time to understand me and made me feel comfortable.

“This is getting nowhere,” Tony said sharply. I flinched, which made Lisa frown at her boyfriend again.

“Denise, take Tony to your room,” Lisa said. “I’ll talk to Ken alone.”

“Ken!” Lisa snapped her fingers, drawing my attention and bringing me back to the present. “Don’t start spiraling now, please.”

“Uh ... You haven’t told me what the meeting earlier was about.” I said, trying to remember the conversation we were having. We’re talking about ... me fucking her ass. “Does this ... request got to do with the other night?”

“It’s linked,” Lisa said. “But they’re two separate things.”

“You know you’re not making it easier for me to understand right?”

“Alright, alright,” Lisa said. “Let’s settle one thing at a time.”

“Fine.”

“So can you help me to ... stretch my butt?”

“Couldn’t you, I don’t know, use a plug or something?”

“I’ve been doing that!” Lisa snapped. “I’ve been wearing a butt plug for months now. I’ve also tried a nine-inch dildo. But somehow it’s different once Tony tries it with his cock.”

Nine-inch? Damn.

“So how is this going to work?” I asked. “We’re just going to ... do the butt stuff until you can ... accommodate Tony’s?”

“That’s the general idea,” Lisa said. “And more, if you’re comfortable.”

“More?”

“I’ve always wanted to do DP with Tony.”

“D-DP?” I stammered.

“Double Penetration. You know, having a cock in my pussy and my butt at the same time.”

“I know what DP is ... Uh, so you want me to have sex with ... you two?”

“And Denise.”

“Like ... a foursome?”

“If you don’t mind...”

“Uh, Denise wants to do that ... with me?”

“She also wants to get used to anal sex. But she’s even tighter than me.”

“Um...”

“You don’t have to give an answer now,” Lisa added quickly. “You can take your time to decide.”

“Right ... So what’s the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You know how Tony, Denise, and I are very ... enthusiastic about sex?”

“I might have noticed that,” I said drily.

Lisa giggled. “Anyway, I don’t like to wear clothes after sex. My body gets very hot.”

“Like the other night...” I muttered.

“Yeah, like the other night.”

“I’ll make sure to stay in my room whenever you three get ... enthusiastic.”

“Oh no, it’s the opposite actually,” Lisa said.

“The ... opposite?”

“Well ... we’re hoping that you don’t mind if ... if we walk around naked.”

“Oh...” That was unexpected. “So you want my ... permission to ... walk around naked after sex?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” Lisa said. “And in general.”

“What do you mean by ‘in general?’”

“Well, I don’t really like wearing clothes at home ... even when I’m not having sex.”

“So you want to basically turn this house into a nudist place?”

“Not nudist,” Lisa said quickly. “I’m not a nudist. I just don’t like wearing much clothes.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Most of the time I’ll wear just panties ... or maybe a shirt if it’s cold.”

I wanted to ask if she meant either just panties or a shirt, or both. But I guessed I would find out eventually.

“And I’m supposed to be naked too?” I asked.

“Of course not!” Lisa said sharply. “You can wear anything you want. Or not at all. It’s your choice. That’s what I’m saying. We just set a rule where we can dress however we like.”

“Oh ... I don’t think you want me to walk around naked.”

“Why not? Tony does ... at least in his room.”

“But Tony’s your boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a problem with you walking around naked, if that’s what you want.”

“If everyone’s naked ... I might ... uh ... ah, never mind.”

“You know you can always tell me what’s on your mind right?” Lisa said. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Right. But some things might still be inappropriate to say out loud.”

“More inappropriate than asking you to help me stretch my ass?”

I laughed. “That’s a good point.”

“So?” Lisa said. “What was it you wanted to say?”

“Um ... I might have ... an embarrassing situation if you and Denise walk around naked,” I managed to say.

“Embarrassing situation?” Lisa raised her brows. Then she got it. “Oh! Well, if you’re going to help me, it’s not like I won’t see your erection right?”

“Right,” I said, still not quite believing Lisa was asking me to fuck her ass. And now I could see her naked. Or just with her panties on. Every day.

I’ve had a huge crush on Lisa even before she and Tony got together. I got to know her first, before Tony stole her away. Though it wasn’t like I was ever going to be with Lisa. Still, it hurts a lot whenever I see my best friend being with my biggest crush.

“So are you comfortable if I start walking around in just my panties?”

“Uh...” This felt like a trick question somehow. Or my mind was playing tricks on me. Why was it so difficult for me to just say yes?

“You can look at me however you want, of course,” Lisa added. “I really don’t mind that. Denise would probably like it when you look at her in just her panties.”

I imagined seeing Lisa and Denise walking around the house in nothing on except their panties. Everyday. And allowing me to look however I like.

It would be a sin not to allow them to do that.

“Sure ... if you ... don’t have a problem with me walking around with an erection all the time.”

Lisa giggled. “I don’t mind.”

“Uh, is Tony going to be walking around naked too?”

“Sometimes. But he usually wears boxers at home. You don’t mind that, do you?”

“I rather not see Tony’s monster cock.”

She laughed. “I think we’ll all get used to it after a while, don’t you think?”

“Uh, right.”

“Then ... once you get used to it ... maybe we can ... go one step further...” Lisa said slowly.

“One step further?” I asked, warning bells starting to ring in my head again. “You know, if you want me to be less anxious about this conversation, it would be better for you to just say everything together instead of one after another.”

“Oh ... Um, the next one might be a little awkward.”

“More awkward than the conversation we’re having?”

“Um, if you don’t mind ... would you be uncomfortable if we ... have sex when you’re around?”

“You want me to watch you guys have sex?”

“Oh no!” Lisa said quickly “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to ... but you can watch if you want as well. Either way is fine.”

“So you’re saying you want to have sex in front of me?”

“Yes.”

“Like in the living room?” I clarified. “Or the kitchen.”

“Anywhere in the house ... whenever we want.”

“I could just stay in my room, you know.”

“No!” Lisa said. “We don’t want you to do that. This is your house as much as ours. We want you to be comfortable doing whatever you want, and not have to coop up in your room because we want to have sex on the couch.”

“So if you two, or three, are banging in the kitchen, you won’t mind if I walk in, grab a drink from the fridge, and watch you three bang?”

“We don’t mind if you don’t. It can be ... very hot for you to watch.” Lisa smiled coyly.

“So you want me to watch?”

“No Ken, you’re missing my point!”

“Then what’s your point?”

“The point is we can all do whatever we want, without being uncomfortable or awkward around each other. If we want to walk around naked, we walk around naked. If we want to bang, we bang. If we want to watch, we watch. That’s the point!”

“What happens if I don’t want that? Should I leave the house?”

“Then we won’t force you. But you don’t have to leave the house. You’re staying with us no matter what.”

“I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“You’re not. You’re our friend. You know we love you right?”

Urgh, if only Lisa used the L-word in the way I wanted.

“Wait, why did you say these two things are linked?”

“Oh, well ... about that ... Denise said it would be better if ... I ease you into it before you help me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I know you’re a ... virgin...”

“Everyone knows that.”

“So Denise thought it won’t be nice if your first time is anal sex.”

“Uh, right.”

“So maybe we can ... have regular sex first until we’re comfortable with each other.”

“So ... we’re going to have regular sex first?” I asked.

“If you don’t mind.”

Mind? Having sex with Lisa? There’s no parallel universe where I’d mind.

“Uh, tell me again, how do all these link together?” I asked.

“Well, I know you’re uncomfortable with physical contact because of your anxiety, so maybe we can help you get used to it first gradually before we start having anal sex.”

“And the first step is to walk around naked?”

Lisa nodded. “We can just cuddle without clothes first.”

“Before we go into that, are you sure you want to ... have sex with me?”

“Why not?” Lisa said in a voice that suggested I was asking a stupid question.

“Because you’re with Tony? And Denise? I’m not sure exactly how your relationship works, to be honest.”

“Tony and I are not exclusive when it comes to sex. We allow each other to have sex with others. Denise just joins us for sex. She’s also our girlfriend.”

The way Lisa said it made me wonder if having sex with Denise and having Denise as a girlfriend were two separate things. It sounded like they were. It was confusing as hell.

“And you want me to join as well?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind ... having sex with me?” I asked. “What I meant is ... are you sexually attracted to me?”

“Oh. Well, I love sex and you’re my good friend. I don’t have a problem having sex with you.”

“There’s a big difference between you don’t mind and you want to.”

“Is this something you’re concerned about?” She asked.

“I just want to know what you’re thinking,” I said.

“Well, sex is fun, enjoyable, and nice. You’re my friend. I don’t have a problem having sex with my friends.”

Even after being friends with Tony, Lisa, and Denise for several years now, I never quite understood the whole ‘having sex with friends’ thing.

In my upbringing, I was raised with the idea that a man and woman should only have sex with each other, after marriage.

I never bought into that idea of course. I thought of sex too often to accept the idea that I could only have sex with one person, and only after marriage. And my high school was the kind of place where people have sex all the time.