wondered if they shared their men. They stood together like they were friends, sisters from different mothers. The men laughed and joked like they were family. It was clear that not a single one of them shared parents.
“I know exactly what you’re thinking, sis,” said Shakira. “How are we cool if we’re sharing dicks? I felt the same way at first. I’ve been cheated on by every man I’ve ever been with.”
“So now you’re with a guy who does it in your face with your friend?” The words were out before I could take them back. Mercifully, neither girl looked upset.
“Not at first,” said Shakira. “Owl, and I broke up because I couldn’t handle it.”
“I don’t believe all men cheat,” said Ellie. “I have fidelity and freedom in my relationship with Hawk. There’s gender equality in poly relationships.”
Is that what this was? I’d heard about polyamory. Mainly from television shows on cable. It was a religious thing. Mormons in Utah. Muslims in the Middle East. Even some countries in Africa.
“You do know that the guys are all polyamourous?” Ellie asked.
“No, they’re not.” Shakira sighed as though she were talking to a child. “They’re all kinky freaks that like to fuck anything with a cunt.”
She said it with exasperation, but there was no bite to her tone. Well, not much.
“Calling them polyamorous,” Shakira continued, “implies they love and commit to all the women they fuck. Hawk loves Ellie and Owl loves me. I like fucking Hawk. Dude has a monster dick. And Eagle plays some wicked games.”
Shakira glanced over at Eagle who was behind the wheel of Crow’s car. Eagle caught her eye and licked his lips.
Owl looked between the two and chuckled. There was no jealousy in his gaze. He looked back at Shakira the same way my grandfather would gaze at my grandmother, like how Christopher looked at me the night he asked to date me.
I looked over to Christopher. He was bent under the hood beside Hawk. Another girl came over to them. Christopher smiled at her. She reached out and ran a hand down his bicep. He didn’t remove it.
He’d said he liked sexual things I might never be ready for. Polyamory, open relationships, kinky sex, these were indeed things I might never be ready for.
I looked away from Christopher and into Shakira’s watchful gaze. Her raised eyebrow said she knew this was too much for me and she was expecting me to bolt.
Ellie placed her hand on my shoulder. It was a friendly gesture. “You and Crow should talk about this,” Ellie said. “Set boundaries.”
I looked back at Christopher. He was shaking his head at the girl. She pouted and took off. He returned his attention to his engine.
“He said he wants to date me,” I said.
Ellie nodded encouragingly. “Crow’s a good guy. Funny, child-like, sometimes. Unfailingly honest all the time.”
That was good to know. But had I set any boundaries? Other than not breaking my hymen? We’d never clearly defined the boundary between his cock and other women. I hadn’t told him that I’d already set a picket fence around us in my mind. That fence was the boundary I wanted someday.
I looked at Ellie. “Is this a fling for you? With Hawk? Or is this the real deal?”
Her eyes softened. “It’s the real deal for me. It’s true love.”
I looked to Shakira. Her gaze was hard and sharp.
“That true love bullshit makes your pulse race and your heart pound,” she said. “Who wants that all the time? I’ll take trust. Trust is a warm blanket on a cold night, like a dog. It doesn’t let you down. Shit, listen to me.”
“But don’t you believe in soul mates?” I asked her. Didn’t all women? That there was one person in the world meant solely for you.
Ellie nodded enthusiastically.
Shakira shrugged. “I can see myself spending the rest of my life with Owl.”
“Hawk is my soul mate,” said Ellie. “But even though he’s my soul mate, I do enjoy having sex with other men. Not sex for
“I know exactly what you’re thinking, sis,” said Shakira. “How are we cool if we’re sharing dicks? I felt the same way at first. I’ve been cheated on by every man I’ve ever been with.”
“So now you’re with a guy who does it in your face with your friend?” The words were out before I could take them back. Mercifully, neither girl looked upset.
“Not at first,” said Shakira. “Owl, and I broke up because I couldn’t handle it.”
“I don’t believe all men cheat,” said Ellie. “I have fidelity and freedom in my relationship with Hawk. There’s gender equality in poly relationships.”
Is that what this was? I’d heard about polyamory. Mainly from television shows on cable. It was a religious thing. Mormons in Utah. Muslims in the Middle East. Even some countries in Africa.
“You do know that the guys are all polyamourous?” Ellie asked.
“No, they’re not.” Shakira sighed as though she were talking to a child. “They’re all kinky freaks that like to fuck anything with a cunt.”
She said it with exasperation, but there was no bite to her tone. Well, not much.
“Calling them polyamorous,” Shakira continued, “implies they love and commit to all the women they fuck. Hawk loves Ellie and Owl loves me. I like fucking Hawk. Dude has a monster dick. And Eagle plays some wicked games.”
Shakira glanced over at Eagle who was behind the wheel of Crow’s car. Eagle caught her eye and licked his lips.
Owl looked between the two and chuckled. There was no jealousy in his gaze. He looked back at Shakira the same way my grandfather would gaze at my grandmother, like how Christopher looked at me the night he asked to date me.
I looked over to Christopher. He was bent under the hood beside Hawk. Another girl came over to them. Christopher smiled at her. She reached out and ran a hand down his bicep. He didn’t remove it.
He’d said he liked sexual things I might never be ready for. Polyamory, open relationships, kinky sex, these were indeed things I might never be ready for.
I looked away from Christopher and into Shakira’s watchful gaze. Her raised eyebrow said she knew this was too much for me and she was expecting me to bolt.
Ellie placed her hand on my shoulder. It was a friendly gesture. “You and Crow should talk about this,” Ellie said. “Set boundaries.”
I looked back at Christopher. He was shaking his head at the girl. She pouted and took off. He returned his attention to his engine.
“He said he wants to date me,” I said.
Ellie nodded encouragingly. “Crow’s a good guy. Funny, child-like, sometimes. Unfailingly honest all the time.”
That was good to know. But had I set any boundaries? Other than not breaking my hymen? We’d never clearly defined the boundary between his cock and other women. I hadn’t told him that I’d already set a picket fence around us in my mind. That fence was the boundary I wanted someday.
I looked at Ellie. “Is this a fling for you? With Hawk? Or is this the real deal?”
Her eyes softened. “It’s the real deal for me. It’s true love.”
I looked to Shakira. Her gaze was hard and sharp.
“That true love bullshit makes your pulse race and your heart pound,” she said. “Who wants that all the time? I’ll take trust. Trust is a warm blanket on a cold night, like a dog. It doesn’t let you down. Shit, listen to me.”
“But don’t you believe in soul mates?” I asked her. Didn’t all women? That there was one person in the world meant solely for you.
Ellie nodded enthusiastically.
Shakira shrugged. “I can see myself spending the rest of my life with Owl.”
“Hawk is my soul mate,” said Ellie. “But even though he’s my soul mate, I do enjoy having sex with other men. Not sex for
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