Friday was, technically, the day I’d set aside for Jess, but he was a twin, and they chose to meet me together. That was their prerogative, and I agreed quickly. They’d made me dinner, a simple spaghetti sauce with spaghetti. Well, it wasn’t simple, it had taken them hours, obviously, because it was perfect and not from a jar. I’d snuck off to the bathroom to swish my mouth out with some of their mouthwash after I overindulged in the fantastic garlic bread they’d made. That was homemade too and it had been delicious. Now, after their own trips to the bathroom to brush their teeth, we were on the couch, with the intention of watching a movie. Only I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.Both of them were tall, well over six feet tall, with athletic builds. They were both baseball players, determined to go pro, and kept fit to aid that dream. They were identical in every way, unlike the triplets. They were both a little cocky, intelligent, and dressed in the same black athleticwear. I susp

I went home last night, to rest, to let my soreness work itself out, and to let Cheryl and Kim see that I hadn’t been murdered. I’d forgotten to text them Saturday afternoon and once I’d had a nap, another shower, and dressed, I’d finally picked up my phone to see if I had any notifications. Cheryl and Kim both had started to freak out, so I’d texted them, had lunch with the guys, then gone home. Now, Sunday morning faced me, and I didn’t want to move, much less get out of bed. My bladder made that impossible, so I went to the bathroom, did what I needed to do, brushed my teeth, and then went out to the kitchen. The smell of coffee had filtered underneath the bathroom door and I knew one of them was up and had made a pot. “Look who’s not dead,” Kim said with a bitter note in her voice.“Don’t be mean, Kim, I’m too tired.” I groaned as she handed me a cup of coffee. She had a point, I was alive, but from the waist downwards, I did wonder if my pussy was dead. “And sore I imagine. Ho

Archie went out of the room and came back in a few minutes later. “They’re here.” “Okay,” I said calmly, and looked at him. “Tell them to come in, then.” “Are you sure? I’m not trying to keep you to myself, just asking if you’re sure about this, that’s all.” “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve been curious since you first told me you were a triplet. Ask them in.” “Alright.” His lips twitched up and then he walked away. They all came in together, but Ron and Pete were still dressed. “Hi, there,” I said simply as they walked in. Both Ron and Pete came to sit on the bed, and I leaned up to kiss each hello. “How are you?” “Good,” they answered in unison.“Ready for this?” I asked and looked at each brother in turn. “Yeah,” they all answered this time. “Okay, how do we start?” I asked.“One kiss at a time,” Ron said, and I was glad they at least had different haircuts. I could tell them apart that way.Archie came to sit on his bed, ready and waiting. Naked and perfect. It was the other two I’

I spent time with the triplets up until Wednesday evening, although I’d gone home Tuesday night. I’d needed some time away from the sexual tension that was always there, and by Wednesday night I was too sore and tired, to do much of anything anyway. It was exhausting, keeping up with all three of them, and doing my homework, as well as all of the things I did for the paper, the blog, all of it. I was tired. So, Thursday morning when I got a text from Carlos asking if I’d like to go out for dinner, I wasn’t exactly excited about the idea, because all I could think about was catching up on my sleep. I felt terrible about it, I’d devoted so much time to the triplets that I’d barely thought about what I’d do Thursday. I agreed because I felt I owed it to him. He’d finally decided we should meet in person and that was next to a miracle. I put on an old Placebo song later that evening as I got ready, Pure Morning, one of Mom’s favorite songs, and got ready. I put on makeup, my black swea

“Mom, I’m so proud of you, and I hope that you keep up the good work!”She laughed. “Who’s the mom? You or me?”She was right, I did sound a little patronizing, even though I didn’t mean to sound that way. I just wanted her to know that all those years of her sacrificing to be at home for me, making sure she was both parents when Dad wasn’t around, which was most of the time. This was her time, and I wanted her to shine. Whenever she talked about work, she had this big smile on her face. It was amazing, she talked about me changing, but she should compare her closet before and after this promotion. I was pretty sure that she’d dropped a couple of sizes, and her knee-length skirts were now half-way up her thigh.“You never know, when you come back, I may be blond. I don’t want you to have a shock. After all, they say that blonds have more fun,” Mom said as she pulled away from my embrace. Something Grandma always said. I didn’t want to let her go. I should have been excited to go back