"You WHAT?" Patty said, looking at her blonde friend.
"She did," I said. "It sort of took me by surprise…"
"Oh!" Patty exclaimed. "No wonder…" She let the thought drop.
I was thoroughly spent. I dropped to the floor and sat down, my ass only being a bit sore from Kristen’s finger.
Patty continued to hold Kristen, and after a few seconds, the two girls started to kiss.
I watched the two of them, getting quite excited, but my dick seemed to be on strike. When the two girls kissed, it looked so tender and soft… almost like those romantic movie scenes that I used to hate when I was a kid. But there also something else, a sort of an undercurrent of eroticism and the thought that it was "wrong" that made it seem even more loving and caring.
I was still sitting on the floor, thinking about the two girls kissing, when I felt the girls approach me on both sides. "It’s all right," Kristen whispered to me, and she moved my face to kiss me. Patty was hugging me as well, planting tiny kisses on my left cheek even as Kristen and I were kissing.
We must have kissed for a few minutes, and I realized how lucky I was to have two beautiful girls loving me, one being truly in love with me. If this was love, I wanted this to continue for every day of my wonderful life.
The three of us were sitting on the floor, touching each other. I played with the girls' nipples, and the girls planted tiny kisses on my shoulders, neck, and lips. I really felt on top of the world.
"Excuse me, Miss Swift." It was Billy’s voice on the intercom.
"Yes, Billy?"
"Miss Williams has returned."
Kristen shook her head and turned to the two of us. "I don’t need any of her attitude right now."
"Can we talk with her from here?" I asked.
Kristen nodded.
"Ask her what she wants."
Kristen called out, "Billy, can you patch me through to the speaker at the gate?"
"Sure thing, Miss." There was a pause. "You’re connected."
"What do you want, Patrice?" Kristen asked.
"Huh?" Patrice sounded surprised to hear Kristen’s voice.
"What do you want now?" Kristen repeated.
"Oh. I just wanted to… to apologize."
The three of us looked at one another. Patty shrugged.
"Invite her here," I said. "I have an idea."
Kristen looked at me, and then at Patty. Patty nodded her head slightly. "Sure, Jim," Kristen answered, softly. "But don’t hurt her."
I smiled. "I don’t even have my tickets."
Kristen giggled. "Patrice," she called out. "Park next to my car at the garage, and I’ll have Edgar escort you to my play room."
"OK," Patrice said.
"Billy, have Edgar meet her at the garage."
"Will do, Miss." There was a click as the speaker was disconnected.
I figured that Patrice would really freak out if she were to see the three of us in a mutual kissing session, so I had the girls lay on their stomachs with their feet away from my body, and their heads on my lap, effectively hiding anything personal. The three of us were facing the door, when we heard Patrice knock on the door.
The girls figured that I should be the one in charge here, so I said, "Come on in, Patrice."
The door opened, and Patrice walked in and once again, froze as she saw the three of us, naked and looking at her expectantly.
Patrice looked from Kristen, to me, to Patty, and back again, not knowing what to say.
I cleared my throat. "You came here to apologize?"
"Um… yes." Patrice sounded very uncertain.
"So?"
Patrice looked at me, and then turned to Kristen. Apparently, she refused to be intimidated by a fifteen year old. "Kristen, I’m sorry for what I said before."
Kristen didn’t answer, but looked at me. I smiled and said, "Apology accepted. Is that all?"
"Um…" Patrice sounded like she was extremely uncomfortable at being the only clothed person in our little group.
I smiled, and brought my hands out and patted both Patty and Kristen’s cute asses, causing Patrice’s eyes to grow even wider. I waited for Patrice to continue, enjoying her embarrassment.
Patrice once again turned to Kristen. "You said that if I was smart, I’d want to join your group."
Once again, I answered. "Yes. She did." My hands moved from the girls' asses up along their spines toward their shoulders, where I started to rub them. Patty wiggled her ass in appreciation; she always loves back rubs.
Kristen finally spoke. "Patrice, if you want to say something, tell Jim. He’s our spokesman."
I loved the look that Patrice had on her face. She had thought she would just apologize and maybe make up with Kristen. Why? It was anybody’s guess. But we had presented her a situation that probably made her think she had stepped into an episode of the Twilight Zone. In my mind, I could hear that theme "Nee-Nee Nee-Nee."
As I had mentioned before, Patrice used to be a close friend of mine until she started associating with Kristen. It occurred to me now that I had completely turned the tables on her; Patrice had been a friend of Kristen’s until Kristen started associating with me! Talk about getting even!
"Um… Jim?" Patrice said, uncertainly.
"Yes, Patrice?"
"What’s happening here?" Patrice burst out.
"I’m giving my friends back rubs," I said, stepping up my rubbing of the girls' backs. "They’re almost ready for the other side, but we’ve decided to wait to accommodate your modesty."
I could feel Patty giggle quietly as I said that. Kristen was starting to sigh in reaction to my increased pressure on the muscles on her back.
"You’re only fifteen!"
Patty’s giggles became audible, and she said, "You don’t need to be seventeen to learn how to give a good massage, Patrice."
Patrice glared at Patty, and returned her attention to me. "Somebody said you were blackmailing the girls, forcing them to perform all sorts of disgusting acts."
Kristen said, "Who the hell said that?"
"I don’t know who started that rumor. Maybe Dale. We were trying to figure out those weird phone calls you made the other day."
I made a mental note to try to find out what Kristen had said to the girls when she was in the throes of a terrible addiction that I had forced upon her accidentally.
"Dale don’t know shit," I said.
"Patrice," Kristen said. "You’re hinting that you want to join our group. Nobody has any blackmail on you. Why would you want to join if you thought Jim was doing something like that?"
"He’s not blackmailing you?" Patrice asked, not answering Kristen’s question.
"No. Jim and I are in love, actually."
"Huh?" Patrice definitely didn’t expect that answer.
Patty smiled. "I can tell you that Jim has never blackmailed me. I actually pursued him. As did Kristen."
"But why? You don’t even date!" Patrice spat at Patty.
Patty shrugged. "I never found anybody like Jim. Although I’m not dating Jim."
"You’re NAKED with him, and you say you’re doing this on your own free will?"
I broke in. "We’re not asking you to understand it."
"The three of you are having orgies!"
I sighed. "Patrice, you’re overreacting. We’re three friends, just having a little fun."
Kristen added, "Patrice, when was the last time you just had fun with your friends? That’s what was wrong with our little group. We gossiped, we thought ourselves better. But we didn’t really have fun! Until I met Jim and his friends, I never realized how lonely I was. We actually like one another. I’m in love with Jim, but I’m not jealous that he’s also with Patty."
Patrice let this sink in. "You didn’t have fun with us?"