Straight to...Straight?

I got up and escorted her to her seat, which had her card, rose, and ring box on her plate. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ash," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Have you eaten?"

"No," she said softly, opening up the ring box.

"Give me a minute, and I'll have a plate for you."

I cut off a thick strip of the remaining cooked whole tenderloin, and seared it on high for just a minute. I added the mashed and asparagus, and had her dinner in front of her after just a couple of minutes.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"I didn't. I made enough for everyone just in case. Sorry, but no chowder for you, unless you want some later."

She got up out of her seat and gave me a big hug. "You're the best."

"Hardly, but I'm hoping that this will make up for what looks like a lousy date."

"No shit. I got one lousy carnation, then he wanted to go back to his place before dinner. He said he wanted to pick up something, but all he really wanted to do was get my clothes off. What a dick. After fighting him off for about fifteen minutes, I told him to take me home."

She took a bite of her steak, closed her eyes, and looked like she had an orgasm. "Oh my God!" she said, mouth still half full. "This is the best steak EVER!"

I could only chuckle. "You ladies deserve no less."

While we finished eating, we talked about our worst valentine days. All three of them had funny stories about dates turned bad. When it was my turn, I explained that any Valentine Day spent alone was the worst, and that I was beyond happy to have them to share this one with.

I kept the wine glasses full, which seemed to help put them all in a good mood. When the plates were clean, I cleared the table bringing out dessert. Julia's Fondant au Chocolat, her decadent cream-free chocolate mousse. My effort got full scores from my lovely tablemates.

They were in for one last surprise, and I left them to sip their wine, while I left them. In the living room, on the opposite side of the hall, I started a fire in the newly cleaned fireplace, before returning to them.

"Everyone had enough?" I asked.

Megan groaned. "If I ate another bite, I would explode."

"Then it's time for you all to go upstairs and put on your pajamas. We're having an old fashioned slumber party in the living room."

I cleared the last of the plates, and put away any remaining food, before running upstairs and putting on a pair of sleeping shorts. I still wasn't the last one to the living room, Megan held that honor.

Bruna and Ashley had put the couch cushions on the floor around the fireplace, and had broken out a bunch of blankets. Bruna was wearing a simple nightgown, Ashley had on a t-shirt, and not much else from the looks of things. Me, I had a magnum of wine in one hand, and a huge bowl of grapes in the other.

It was a blast. We drank and told stories. I mostly listened, while they chattered away. I kept the fire going, and was happy to cuddle with the girls, as we all fought for the space directly in front of the fire. After a couple of hours, and a second magnum of wine, we were all blitzed. We were feeding each other grapes, and lamenting the fact that even though it was a great Valentine's day, none of us had anyone special to spend it with.

I don't know when the kissing started, or how it started. But I found myself reclining with my head in Bruna's lap, while I was fed grapes and kisses. I wasn't resisting. Maybe it was the wine. OK, probably it was the wine. That, the romantic fire, the barely dressed women, and the full belly. The kisses got deeper and deeper, longer and more passionate. Even Bruna was kissing me, and I don't think we'd ever spoken more than a dozen or so words that weren't about the house.

After one particularly passionate kiss from Megan, which had her laying on top of me, she sat up and grabbed my cock. I was hard as a rock, no surprise there.

"I don't think he's gay," she said.

"Megan . . ." I said, pushing her hand away.

She wasn't to be stopped, slipping her hand in my shorts. "I'm serious. Maybe he thinks he is, but this doesn't lie."

Any reply I might have had, was stifled by Ashley's lips. I moaned into her mouth, as my shorts were removed. Then she pulled away, looking into my eyes. "You like girls," she said.

All I could do was nod. "I love girls. At least the ones in this house. That doesn't meanâ€""

"You liked when I sucked you off, right?"

I nodded again.

"Megan says she got you off too. And you told her you've been with a woman before."

I stifled a moan, as I felt Megan stroking my cock.

Bruna leaned over my face, smiling. "It's Ok, Alex, to like boys and girls. You don't have to pick just one." She seemed so sincere, brushing my hair back from my face. "It's OK," she repeated.

I groaned as Ashley took me in her mouth. Then Megan was kissing me again. "Tonight, Alex, you are ours. You're our Valentine. You said so."

"But Megan . . ."

"No buts, Alex. Not tonight. Tonight, we get to love you."

Any argument I might have had was eliminated when Ashley straddled me, and sank down on my aching shaft. I couldn't help but thrust up into her.

Megan smiled. "There, that's not so bad, is it? As good as any boy's butt, I bet."

I looked down to where Ashley was rising up and down on my cock. She grinned at me.

"Admit it, Alex. You love us. I know you do. That's why it's good," Megan said.

"Best girls I've ever known," I said, reaching up and pulling her down for another deep kiss.

As soon as she was done, Bruna's face replaced hers. "Me too?" she asked cautiously.

I drew her in for a kiss that seemed to go on forever. "You too, house momma. I love you to."

Then Ashley was climbing off of me, and Megan was taking her place. She was slower to accept me, gently lowering herself, until her full weight was on me.

There was movement under my head, and Bruna moved away, while Ashley took her place, holding my head in her lap, stroking my hair. "This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked softly.

"No."

She grinned. "If you didn't like women, at least a little, you wouldn't be able to stay hard for us, would you?"

"I guess not."

She was still wearing her t-shirt, but then she pulled it off. Her big breasts enveloped my face as she leaned over. "Do these disgust you?" she asked.

I groaned as Megan started fucking me more thoroughly. "No," I answered.

"Suck my titty, Alex. It's OK." Ashley guided her nipple to my mouth, and I gave up any resistance, sucking happily.

Megan's motion stopped, and then her weight was gone, and cool air enveloped my wet cock. Then I felt movement again.

"Be gentle with her," Ashley whispered. "It's been a long time."

I looked down and Bruna was easing my cock into her pussy, eyes closed, head tilted forward. She was tight and it took her forever to settle down on my cock with a groan.

Ashley moved back, and Megan was leaning over my face, her tits over my mouth. When her nipple brushed my lips, I sucked greedily, while Bruna rocked back and forth on my hardness.

Then Megan was kissing me. "This isn't horrible, is it?" she asked.

"No," I admitted. "The opposite."

She smiled from ear to ear. "Really? You like it?"

"I love you all. It's wonderful."

I got another quick kiss. "Do you want to try something else?"

"Like what?"

"Lick me?"

"Down there?"

She nodded. "Try it. Please?"

"Only for a second, alright?"

She nodded eagerly, then I watched her alabaster thigh pass over my head, and her pretty little pussy lowered over my face. I licked her tentatively, still playing the game. After only a few seconds she lifted up, looking down on me with concern. "Horrible?"

"No."

"Can we go a little longer?"

In response, I pulled her down onto my mouth, and went to town, listening to her happy squeal.

I felt another changing of the guard, and from the eager way she was fucking me, I knew it had to be Ashley.

I grabbed Megan's ass cheeks in both hands, and lifted her up. "I'm going to come soon," I gasped.

"Good," I heard Ashley respond, and then I was back to licking Megan.

It wasn't another minute before I was groaning into Megan's pussy, as I exploded into Ashley, thrusting upward, nearly unseating her.

My head almost exploded, and I saw black for a few seconds. When my senses returned, I was looking into three concerned faces. "Are you alright?" Megan asked.

All I could do was smile. "I like girls."

They all laughed, hugging and kissing me. A few minutes later they had me hard again, and Megan was riding me, while Bruna settled down over my face. I was in heaven.

They took turns on me, keeping me pinned down, using me for their pleasure, but always sensitive to my needs. Bruna was riding me when my second finish approached. I pulled my face out from between Ashley's legs. "Soon," I groaned.

There was a hurried discussion, and then Ashley was riding me again. It turned out that we were playing with fire. Neither Bruna or Megan were on the pill. Those two cuddled up to me, while we all watched Ashley ride me to my finish.

Megan kissed my neck. "You're not mad at us, taking advantage of you, are you?"

I shook my head, trying to last a little longer. I never wanted it to end. "No. Love. You," I moaned.

"Come for me, Alex," Ashley insisted. "Come, come."

Her breathing was ragged, and I could tell she was close. I reached down and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her deep and hard. "C-c-c-come," she gasped.

It was too much, and I hammered my cock home, coming as hard as I ever had in my life. It set her off, and she cried out, coming hard on my cock.

I leaned back, exhausted, while she slowly dismounted. The little slut took me in her mouth and sucked me clean, before coming up and kissing me deeply.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Alex," she whispered, smiling.

"Best Valentine's Day ever," I replied.

They weren't done with me. We relaxed, cuddled, drank some more wine and talked. The big question seemed to be if this was going to be a onetime thing. I admitted I'd be happy if it wasn't. There was a lot of touching and teasing going on. Hand rubbing my cock, my fingers delving into three different pussies. Lots of titty play. It was all good. No, make that great.

I was sitting up, with Megan in my lap, riding my hard cock, kissing me, when the door opened. Heather looked in and I saw the shock on her face. It was understandable, with her four naked housemates playing in front of the fireplace.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Ashley jumped up, and grabbed her by the hand, tugging her into the room. "Alex's not totally gay. He likes girls too. He just found that out tonight."

Alright, I wasn't about to argue the point. Not with Megan riding my cock, and Bruna seated behind me, hugging me from behind.

Heather appeared to be in shock, while Ashley undressed her. "C'mon, Heather. You have to take a turn. You have to."

I swear she looked like a zombie, as Ashley pulled her along, and Megan moved to make room for her. She was beautiful, tall slender, narrow waist, small breasts, just a hint of hips. Like friggin' fashion model, with that amazingly beautiful face. Heather lowered into my lap, and Ashley guided her home, while I held her. She didn't move, seated, my cock all the way inside her. She just looked into my face. "You . . . you're not gay?"

I shrugged. "I guess not."

She turned to look at Bruna and Megan. "He can still stay, right? We're not kicking him out."

Megan laughed. "No, I don't think we're kicking him out. Now are you going to fuck or not? You're wasting some seriously good real-estate."

Heather turned back toward me. "You want to fuck me? You don't mind?"

I laughed, and with a huge effort, rose up and put her on her back. Then I started stroking into her, before kissing her lightly. "Who wouldn't want to be with someone as beautiful as you?"

"I'm not," she whispered, opening her legs wider.

"You are. Stop denying it. You're gorgeous."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now hush. I'm still trying to figure out how all this works."

A lie, I know, but part of it was true. How do you work out a situation like ours?

I don't know when I fell asleep, beautiful women draped over me. I know it was cold in the room when I woke, and I wriggled my way out from under all that delicious flesh, to build up the fire again. I kept looking back at the naked women sprawled around the room, and in spite of my antics, I was hardening.

I had to choose, and it wasn't that difficult. I knew that Megan and Ashley would be regulars in my bed from that night on. Heather, I suspected would fall in step as well. Bruna was the mystery. So quiet, so reserved, so exotic looking. I crawled over to where she was lying, and stroked her dark skin. Such a beautiful girl, to live a self-imposed life of denial.

My touches turned into soft kisses, as I tasted her skin, caressed her soft flesh. I reached between her legs, and petted her carefully, opening her up, preparing her. I heard a tiny moan, and her eyes fluttered.

I kissed her lips softly. "I need you," I whispered.

She smiled and opened her arms and legs. I climbed between her legs and settled over her, slowly easing my cock inside of her tightness, taking my time, moving slowly until she was moist enough to accept me readily.

"Me?" she whispered sleepily.

"You." I pressed my lips to hers, and felt her tongue brush my lips. I was in no hurry, tired, sore, but so damn happy. I fucked her slowly, in and out, no effort to do anything but plumb her depths. After a while, I felt her change, responding, moving with me, until she was trembling. Her fingers dug into my skin, as her hips moved in counterpoint to mine, more demanding.

"Come for me?" I whispered.

She whimpered, nodding.

I fucked her firmly, grinding into her at the end, until she gasped, and quietly climaxed. I slowed, and kissed her softly. "Thank you."

She smiled and closed her eyes.

I was still hard, and felt it was unlikely I'd come anytime soon. I looked around, and I saw that Ashley was awake and watching me. She smiled, and patted the space beside her. I laid down beside her and after a little acrobatics, I was holding her while fucking her from behind, on our sides. She giggled

"What?"

"You're like a kid with a new toy."

"Best friggin' toy ever."

"Still BFFs?" she asked, pressing her rear back to accept me.

"That and more."

"Pussy isn't such a bad thing, is it?" she teased.

"This one isn't."

She was quiet, allowing me to fuck her easily. "I bet that's it," she said.

"What's it?"

"Why you can do it with us. We were friends first. I bet that's it. I know it is. You know what that means, don't you?"

"No, what?"

"Other girls probably won't do it for you. You're stuck with us. We're your friends, not any of those other sluts."

I chuckled, turning her slightly, lifting her leg so I could penetrate deeper.

"Other girls are yucky," I said.

She reached down and touched where I was entering her. "That's right. And don't you forget it."

After that, we just enjoyed ourselves. When I got tired, I'd stop, and when I felt the urge, I'd stroke into her a few more times. I held her, tasting her skin, kissing her softly. She purred in my arms until she was sleeping. I don't know how much longer it was until I did as well.

* * *

The noisy movement woke me. I cracked an eye, seeing my housemates neatening up the room. I was holding Megan, with no idea how or when that happened. I cupped her breast, enjoying the moment. She rolled over, facing me. I got a quick little kiss, and then she was pulling away.

"Stay," I pleaded.

She laughed at me. "Ashley's right. You're just like a kid with a new toy. Get up, lazy bones."

It was difficult, but I managed to sit up. Then I was being hauled to my feet, and aimed toward the stairs. "Up, shower, shave," I was told.

I did as ordered, and the girls checked in on me a couple of times. It was obvious any hint I might have had of privacy was gone for good. Eventually I was kicked out of the shower, before I used up all the hot water. Ashley did the kicking, by getting in the shower with me, and forcing me out.

Eventually I was respectable again, and dressed. I had a bit of a headache from all the wine, and imagined I wasn't alone. Later I was to find out that while I thought I was getting them drunk they were doing the same to me, keeping my glass filled, while pacing themselves. Tricky, conniving little wenches.

At breakfast there were a lot of smiling faces. The kitchen had been cleaned, and I felt a little guilty remembering how I'd left it. We had steak and eggs for breakfast. The rest of the tenderloin sliced thin and shared, along with a huge bowl of cheese scrambled eggs. Heather gave me a big hug and kiss for her card and ring.

Ashley was the first to state the obvious. "I guess this changes everything."

I looked around and saw a lot of nodding. "What?"

"There's no way we're going to let you backslide again," Megan said.

"Backslide?"

"You know. Batting for the wrong team."

"It's not like I've had a relationship in the last nine months. I haven't been batting for any team."

Bruna spoke up, and everyone got quiet. "Do you want to choose?"

"Choose?" I asked, my voice rising two octaves.

"Us. Do you want to choose one of us?"

I looked around. My BFF Ashley, stunning Heather, wild Megan, quiet steady Bruna. "I can't. I won't."

Bruna smiled and stood up, striding to the calendar. I looked around and saw the others were all grinning. I was afraid I'd screwed things up. Bruna started writing. "It's best this way anyway. Monday, Ashley. Tuesday, Heather." She looked back at us. "You want Wednesday or Thursday, Megan?"

"Thursday. I got that seven o'clock seminar every other Wednesday."

I sat, stunned while they split up my week. Friday and Saturday were date nights, to be shared with whoever was available. Sunday was my day of rest. I was on the calendar, and I had a feeling my life was never going to be the same.

But again, I wasn't complaining. Not by a long shot.

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I hope you enjoyed this fun little frolic. It's a contest entry, so your vote would be appreciated. - TTT