The Trashy Virgin(21)

I should have felt bad about the nasty words and the way I was treating  her, but tonight's events had been too hurtful, seeing her with another  man.

"No!" the brunette gasped, turning to look at me with shocked eyes. "Of  course not! I'd never have sex with someone else," she paused. "It's  just that  …  I've never dated before, I wanted to see what it felt like  before we started our, um, triad."

I paused for a moment.

"So let me get this straight," I began slowly. "You wanted to go out  with another man, get a free popcorn and soda because that would tell  you that our threesome was doable," I said sarcastically.

But Katy was no shy pansy. She snorted then, eyes flaring.

"Of course not, stop being mean. Sure, you're an expert at burying your  dick in my body, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to be  treated like a princess, maybe I want to go out to dinner sometime, be  courted, have a romantic meal like any other woman? I'm not some  Cinderella, you know."

And I stopped in my tracks, a little miffed. Wasn't it clear that we  adored her, with the way our eyes tracked her every move, the way we'd  literally followed her to the theater, stalking her, jealous alphas  staking our territory?

But Brent stepped in then. The older man was suave, soothing.

"Of course, honey, of course," he rumbled deep in his throat. "We get  it. You've never been with anyone and wanted to spread your wings before  settling down," he said smoothly.

"Yes, exactly," she sighed with exasperation. "And I don't know why he,"  she paused to shoot me a glare, "doesn't get it. Because we haven't  worked anything out. We haven't hammered out any logistics, how we're  going to share, how this is going to work. So yeah, I took advantage of  the waiting period. And so what? You could have too."

I growled then.

"You're right, we could have but we didn't," I snarked. "You didn't see  us with other women. You didn't see me with Ms. Smith or Brent with that  waitress. You know why? Because we're happy with the way things are, we  don't need external approval."

Katy looked ready to jump me then, eyes flaring, her small hands forming  claws. But Brent grabbed her before she could get testy.

"Let's calm down," he soothed. "Let's not get crazy, you've got us in  your body Katy, this isn't the time to fight." Because yeah, my dick was  still in her ass and Brent was buried in her pussy, so it was amazing  that we were even having this conversation.

But Katy couldn't be stopped.

"You guys don't get it," she said in a low voice. "Things are different  for women than men. I keep harping on logistics because when people find  I'm sleeping with both of you? I'll be labeled the town whore. That's  why I keep pushing for details, details, details."

And that stopped me short because she was right. The world has a lot of  double standards, and this was one that benefited Brent and I. As males,  we could use as many girls as we liked, even share women, and people  would see us as gods, huge, hung studs with multiple notches on the  bedpost. But for Katy, it was different. Any whiff of scandal, any hint  that she was doing two men at once, loving us, sharing her body, mind  and soul with two men was death to her reputation, she'd be labeled a  whore with a big scarlet letter, shamed and treated like a leper.

So I paused, troubled. Buying time, I eased my dick out of her ass,  watching it exit smoothly, the girl trembling and shaking as my length  reappeared, deep pink and lightly smeared with white. And oh fuck, but a  bit of cum dripped out of her butt, smearing against Brent's dick as he  pulled out as well, his shaft slickly shiny, Katy's pink lips hugging  him tight.

"Oh!" she cried, boobs trembling as her holes gaped. "Oh!"

And the ramifications hit home for me. Because now there was white  dripping from both holes, a mix of mine and Brent's semen trailing from  her body, and it looked fucking good, jacked me up to sixty miles an  hour just like that. But the thing is most people don't think that way.  Folks are judgmental, they hate what they can't understand and knowing  that Katy had two men's semen mixing in her, coating her sweet privates,  would cause havoc, labeling her "that trashy girl."         

     



 

So I paused again, chest heaving, dick wet against my thigh.

"So what do we do?" I ground out. "What's the solution?"

Brent, ever the smooth operator, stepped in.

"I think a better question is what Katy wants," he rumbled, seizing her  eyes with his. "Tell us, baby girl, what do you want? You've made it  clear that you have some reservations, that you're not sure how this is  going to work out despite the fact that Jason and I love you," he said  smoothly.

And I nodded furiously then, because if nothing else, I adored this  girl, absolutely worshiped her, and wanted what she wanted, even if it  broke our hearts.

"But," Brent continued, "our set-up is non-traditional, for sure, and  there's no clear path forward. We'd have to tread lightly and figure out  how to do this while we're doing this," he added wryly. "So what do you  want, little girl? Is there something we can do to help you decide,  help you figure out the right path for you?"

And Katy sat up a bit then, still nude, her huge breasts pendulous and  creamy, her twat and ass sticky with our combined come. But those brown  eyes were serious as she gazed at us, stirring me to the core.

"Brent, Jason, I don't know," she said softly, the fight gone out of  her. "I just don't know. I'm so new to this, to dating, to men, and to  ask me to commit to a threesome right away is scary, you know? I mean, I  love you so much, but the ramifications are insane. I guess," she said,  hanging her head a bit, "I just need some time. I asked for the  forty-eight hour waiting period because I wasn't sure, and now," here  she paused and took a deep breath, "I need a little longer."

My big form jolted then.

"What does that mean?" I said harshly. "You need seventy-two instead?"

Brent threw a glare my way, but Katy just sighed, exhausted.

"No, not that," she said softly. "I think  …  I think I need longer, you  know? I don't know how long is enough, but my mom got back from the  hospital yesterday and the heat and electricity have been turned back on  in our trailer. So I guess," and here she bit her lip, looking down at  the coverlet, "I guess I'll move back in with her for a while and see  how things go, see if I can figure things out a little."

I was really fucking horrified now. It made no sense to me whatsoever.  All three of us had acknowledged that we were in love, and yet Katy was  fucking moving out? How did that help anything? What the fuck?

But Brent was more circumspect. He nodded, those blue eyes piercing, but understanding all the same.

"Of course," he rumbled, taking her hand in his. "Of course, we respect  your boundaries, and it's no big deal," he shot another glance my way.  "Tina's trailer is just on the other side of the park, it's a ten minute  walk at most. It's no big deal, right Jason?" he said, that deep voice  threatening.

But that was the thing. Ten minutes away from my little girl was too  much, I'd go nuts without this beautiful body, without her sweet smile,  her knowing glances.

"Fuck no," I ground out. "You're staying."

But the brunette just shook her head and took my square hand in one of  hers, sitting up all the way now, beautiful jugs on display, that  glorious mass of curls framing her angelic face.

"Jason," she began. "I love you. I love you both, but please, please,  please just give me a little space, okay? I promise we'll work it out  somehow."

And my heart crumped in my chest because seeing the plea in her eyes,  the soft tone of her voice, did me in. I couldn't say no. I loved this  woman, adored everything about her, her body, her personality, her need  for independence, fuck, even her ability to foresee what could, might,  should happen. Katy was sharp as a tack and wanted to consider and  contemplate various scenarios before committing to us, she needed to  hammer out more of the details, do some deep thinking on her own and  absorb the future before it became real.

So what choice did I have? The brunette's happiness was the most important thing in the world to me, and I relented.

"Fine," I growled. "But know that we're waiting. Brent and I," I said nodding to the older man, "are always here for you."

And the little girl grasped both our hands then, the three of us forming a circle on the big bed.

"Yes, I know," she said softly. "And that's why I love you."

And with a deep exhale, my heart turned over in my chest. Because I  worshipped this woman and if she needed time to spread her wings,  explore her surroundings, see a little more of the world, then I'd give  it to her. If you love something, let it go right? But the old adage had  never said how painful it would be to watch something fly away, waiting  with bated breath to see if it'd come back.