Chapter 427

“OK, but seriously,” I said. “Do one of you know what ‘Eeyenem’ means?”

Becca and Wanda had gotten back from the meeting with Brodi around six, which was a little late considering they both wanted to get ready for our two-on-one date. I’d been ordered to dress up as much as I could with what I’d brought - thankfully, I’d packed a decent short-sleeved button-down shirt and a pair of black jeans that could masquerade as slacks enough to get by - and I’d been ready to go when they’d gotten in. Now I was relegated to sitting on the bed in Becca’s room, watching the two women primping themselves in her ensuite mirror in a flurry of activity.

It helped my entertainment value that the first thing they’d done was to strip down to naked and then put on some sexy lingerie. Becca was wearing the same set she’d worn that first night we’d had sex, with the velvety gothic look to it, definitely as an intended callback to that moment. Wanda was wearing a new set that I hadn’t seen on her yet; it was sheer black, almost more of a netting than a fabric, and I could see her entire nipples through the bra, and the tiny little panties were crotchless and just begging for me to slide a finger across her labia while they hugged her ass almost (almost) too tightly.

One thing they’d both made clear was that, at least for now, they didn’t want to talk about the Brodi meeting. Wanda needed some distance from it, and so they both focused on wanting to hear about the big walk with Ralph. Wanda was horrified at how pushy the Karens had been, claiming that sort of thing never happened while she was walking her dog, but was also thrilled at how well it had gone in general and that I’d spent so much time with him out of the apartment.

But, of course, their primary focus was on meeting that girl Alannis and her writing her number on my wrist.

I didn’t tell them about the moan; it just wouldn’t have made sense without the context of the App and my Midas Hands. I told them the rest though, and Becca and Wanda were both tickled absolutely pink by the whole thing for some reason.

How they thought it was funny, I couldn’t guess. If I were in their position and one of them was aggressively flirted with even though they made it clear they were with me, I’d be frustrated as hell over the person doing the flirting.

“Wait, do you think that’s a word?” Wanda asked.

“It’s not?”

“It’s an acronym, Tiger,” Becca chuckled, pausing to speak before wrapping up her makeup routine by applying lipstick that was the same shade as her lingerie. “E-N-M.”

“Ethical Non-Monogamy,” Wanda filled in the gaps.

“ ... What the fuck does that mean?” I asked. “Or is that just Polyamory?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s what you and Cass were doing before everyone started catching feelings,” Wanda said. “And technically what Brodi and I were doing. ‘Allowed cheating’ or whatever - sleeping with other people, being friends with them, but not getting into relationships and the person you are in a relationship with knows about it and is OK with it.”

“Oh,” I said, trying to wrap my head around it. “Wait, that’s big enough now that it has an acronym?”

“It’s not common,” Becca said. “But I’ve seen it on dating app profiles when I got lonely and made accounts before. Usually, it’s either a couple looking for a unicorn woman who wants to bang them both in a threesome, or it’s a dude in an open relationship, or at least pretending to be. To be honest, with my sexuality, I never got it. Still don’t. Who would want sex without feeling as intimate as we get?”

“Shots fired,” Wanda sighed.

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, I know,” Wanda smirked a little. “And obviously I wasn’t exactly good at it, considering I fell for the first guy I ever tried non-relationship sex stuff with.” We’d talked at length the previous night about a lot of her relationship issues, and one of the topics had been how she and Brodi had come to their arrangement, and the actual wording of it, to begin with. I had been unsurprised to learn that it wasn’t her idea.