"Yep. Just a few days ago I got to watch him pop all of Naoko’s cherries. It was epic!"
"What?!" exclaid Analise, sounding disturbed.
Sensing that Analise could take things the wrong way, and wanting to get ahead of whatever anxiety-induced fears might be percolating in her head, he grabbed her hips and turned her ninety degrees so she was facing him.
"Oh, god. I’m sorry, I didn’t an to..."
Without looking, he held out a hand towards Samantha and made a "shut your mouth" gesture. And at the sa ti commanded through their connection, "Silence!"
"Analise," he said. She was still looking at Samantha, who had clapped a hand over her mouth.
She looked at him.
"When Samantha says conquer, she ans in the consensual sense, and despite Naoko’s eccentricities, what happens between us is still consensual."
"Eccentricities? Naoko?" Analise sounded more confused than disturbed, which was progress as far as he was concerned.
"Normally, I do not discuss what happens between and one of my girlfriends, even with my other girlfriends. But Naoko has said she doesn’t mind if I talk about what happens between us with other people."
Then, tilting his head towards Samantha, he said, "I suspect this is why Samantha thought it was okay to ntion Naoko to you."
Samantha nodded, though she still had a hand clamped over her mouth.
"I know you are on the fence about sharing with others, and I had hoped that by introducing you to Samantha, soone that is happy to share, it might ease so of your anxiety. I had not expected her to drop a bucket of harem juice on your head."
Analise’s face scrunched up like she couldn’t decide if she should laugh or be disgusted by his taphor.
Before she could make up her mind, Trish appeared with drinks for Jack and Analise.
Ignoring the obvious tension, Trish asked, "Now that you’re all here, what can I get ’cha?"
"I’ll have the Monte Christo with fries and kitty sauce," said Jack.
"What about you, sweetie?" asked Trish, looking at Analise with a hint of concern.
"Um, I’ll have the sa," she said.
"You sure?" asked Trish. Usually, Analise ordered the Pickle Paradise.
Analise nodded.
"And you," asked Trish, looking at Samantha.
Samantha just looked at Trish, hand over her mouth.
After a few seconds, when Samantha didn’t answer, Trish asked, "Do you need more ti to think?"
Samantha looked at Jack pleadingly.
Oh, shit. I forgot!
Then over their connection, "You may speak."
She could have forced herself to speak anyway, but she’d told him that overriding one of his commands was unsatisfying. She much preferred it when he released her himself.
Relieved, Samantha removed her hand and said, "Sorry, I’ll have the sa as Jack."
"Okay," said Trish, looking between Jack and Samantha.
Then in a more chipper tone, she said, "By the way, the proprietress has added a new sauce to the nu: Pickle Sauce. Would any of you like to try it?"
Jack chuckled.
"I’ll stick with the kitty sauce, but you two can try the pickle sauce if you want," he said, looking at Analise and Samantha.
"Sure, I’ll try the Pickle Sauce," said Analise before taking a sip of her drink.
"It can’t be as good as Jack’s," said Samantha, her tone making the innuendo clear, "but I’ll give it a try as well."
Analise tried to take a breath in surprise, but got so iced tea instead.
As she coughed up iced tea, Trish looked between Jack and Samantha, then at Analise.
"Alrighty then, three Monte Christos and fries. One with kitty sauce, two with pickle sauce."
She winked at Jack, then turned and rushed towards the kitchen. But before she was completely out of earshot, he heard mutter, "Now I want to try his sauce."
Analise looked at Jack and said, "Seriously? Naoko? I thought you said she was unstable?"
She’d noticed the way Naoko stared at Jack, and when she’d asked, he told her about his first encounter with the Yokorian girl.
"Turns out I was wrong. I ran into her the other day and we had a long talk. Due to so shit going on with her parents, she’s chosen to live her life with very little in the way of a filter. So she’ll say the kind of shit the rest keep to ourselves."
"So, you’re saying she’s not crazy?"
"Oh, she’s crazy, alright," he said with a grin. "Just no more crazy than the rest of us."
"Is it because she’s pretty?" she asked.
He knew she’d asked without really thinking. It was just her insecurities talking. So instead of answering, he just looked into her eyes while gently squeezing her thigh.
She gazed back at him for a mont, confused. Then winced and said, "Please forget I asked that. If all you cared about was looks, you’d be banging those two dancers as well."
"And Trish, and a few dozen other won that have made eyes at in the last two weeks."
"Trish? Oh, right. She gave you her number the first ti you ate here."
"She did?" asked Samantha.
He and Analise nodded.
"Is there sothing wrong with her?" asked Samantha.
"No, I’m just not interested."
He wrapped his arm around Analise and pulled her close, then kissed her.
"Stop worrying about losing to another woman. Think about it. I have seven girlfriends, yet I spend three lunches a week with you."
She nodded and snuggled into him.
Samantha gave them an "aww" look.
"Did you hear what happened..."
Samantha started gossiping with Analise about so minor classroom drama while Jack listened.
When the food arrived, they ate and chatted about the latest science news and talked about what classes they planned to take next sester.
By the ti they finished, Analise was more relaxed and seed comfortable around Samantha.
As they were walking back to the school, Samantha sidled up the Analise and said quietly, "If it’ll help, I could watch while you and Jack fuck."
Analise stumbled, and Jack grabbed her arm to steady her.
After she regained her balance, she turned to stare at Samantha, who returned the stare with an eager innocence.
"Why?" she asked.
Samantha shrugged. "I don’t know. I just figured if watching and Jack fuck might make you feel insecure, then maybe watching you and Jack fuck would do the opposite? Like, how would it make you feel if I was cheering you on while he plowed you?"
"That’s... Um... Huh. Damn, now that I think about it..." she turned to look up at Jack.
He smiled. "I don’t mind. If it will help you, then I’m all for it."
As Analise and Samantha made plans, Jack couldn’t help but reflect on the strange turns his life was taking.
First Naoko wanted Samantha to watch, and now Samantha was offering to perform so kind of odd cheerleader style sex based insecurity therapy for Analise. And strange as it sounded, it just might work.
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