Chapter Eighteen

Tessa 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. How was it?”

“Out of this world,” I sighed and went to sit down at the table.

Cheryl came in, made her own cup, and then pulled out frozen biscuits and a pack of link sausage. Gravy and biscuits, awesome, I was starving.

“You two eating?” she asked and when we nodded, pulled out enough for all of us. “Good. Now spill, young lady.”

“I am!” I protested and laughed, but that made my back hurt for some reason. I winced and Kim smirked. “Bitch.”

“I am, but I can’t help it. So, out of this world?” she asked to lead me into continuing.

“So out of this world,” I said with a heavy sigh. “So out of this world every inch of me aches. I had sex with them both. Then I had sex with them both.”

“At the same time,” Kim stage whispered and I heard Cheryl drop a biscuit.

“Both?” she asked behind me.

“Yes, both. At the same time.”

“Like both in your whooha, or one in your whooha and one in your, um, backdoor?” Kim asked, trying to be delicate for once.

“Front and backdoor,” I answered with a smirk. Fuck, I hurt, but it was worth it. “Do we have any ibuprofen?”

“I’ll get you some. Damn girl, you went straight from good girl to pro in record time,” Kim said and got up to fetch the pills from our bathroom. She came back and handed me two little brown pills.

I took them and swallowed them down with my coffee. “I know, I thought about that last night and was all excited about it. By the time we stopped, I was certain I was done with sex for a while. Today, I’m still thinking that, but my brain is already on Rich, Sunday’s guy. My brain is demanding more, it’s my body that’s telling my brain to fuck off.”

“I don’t blame your brain. That’s enough sex for one week,” Cheryl added as she put the biscuits in the oven and took out eggs from the fridge to go with the breakfast. She put three to one side and put the rest back.

“I think a day of rest, and homework, will do me some good.”

“I think so too,” Kim agreed. “How will this work into your article?”

“It’s group sex, I suppose, or sex with multiples at once, so it’s a new angle. A lot of people have written to my blog asking how group sex works. Do you have to do it a certain way, are there rules, things like that. I’ll type that article up tonight, and turn it in. That should get us a few sales too.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Cheryl muttered but grinned at me. “It really was good?”

“I know I keep saying it, but it was amazing. They were really gentle, not pushy at all, and there was no weird vibe, no demanding I let them slap me in the face with their dicks or any of that stupid shit some men want. Well, some of the men that have texted me want that. So childish.”

“It is. Weird too.” Kim’s face twisted in disgust. “I guess people have different kinks but let a man slap me in the face with his dick, he won’t get the fucker back.”

“Amen, sister,” Cheryl chimed in and put the sausage in a pan to fry up.

“I’m with you both. Not a turn on, at all.”

My phone chimed and I looked at it to find it was Rich.

So far, I’d learned that he had no friends because he was always busy on his computer, that he’d never been in a relationship, and that he was a virgin. He did want to talk to me, though, so I agreed. He could be my day off, if nothing else. A totally different relationship to even Carlos. Carlos wanted to meet eventually, but I wasn’t so sure about Rich. I wasn’t sure he’d ever be comfortable meeting me.

He’d sent a picture of himself today, the first he’d sent me.

Despite his self-dubbed label of computer geek, he was fairly fit, with jet black hair, sky blue eyes, and a really nice smile. “Busy in the realms of hell, writing code for a new program I’m working on but thought I’d say hi.”

“Hi, Rich. How are you today?” I typed back then told the girls who it was.

“Day off guy!” Cheryl said with excitement, then snorted.

“At least you know he won’t slap you in the face with his dick. He’s too shy to come anywhere near you, much less slap you in the face with said dick,” Kim said with so much snark it oozed, but she ruined it with a giggle.

“That was bad,” I told her with a mock frown.

“I know, but it had to be said.”

“I’m doing good, busy, but happy. How are you?” Rich sent back.

“Tired, but good. I have some homework to do and an article to write, but hoping you take a break or two today to talk to me.”

“I will. I’ll stop again at lunchtime. Keep an eye out for me.”

“I will,” I promised. I couldn’t help but smile.

Rich had texted me with a question, something about parameters, and qualitative versus quantitative data, and would I be using statistics in my articles. Obviously, he was scientific minded, and I liked that. Intelligence was as attractive as looks, or humor, to me. If you could make me think, make me squirm, or make me laugh, then you had a chance with me. His questions had prompted me to really think about the ways I’d report my findings, after all, this was an experiment. I needed to report my findings scientifically, kind of.

No, it was more than that. I felt myself evolving in ways that I didn’t think were possible. I’d stuck to writing about things I knew back in high school, and I thought that once I got to college, I would have to write about something different. I would see more of the world, but I didn’t realize that the reason my eyes were so shut was that I’d been in my little world all this time.

The only thing that I’d ever thought about was journalism and following in my dad’s footsteps, but I’d never thought about me and what I needed out of life. Grandma kept telling me to have fun, she kept saying that there was more to life than work, but I never understood what she was talking about, not until now. Everything that I’d brushed off in my life and thought of as nothing had become everything, and I was so grateful that I didn’t find someone to interview; otherwise, I wouldn’t be having this college experience. I wouldn’t be able to explore my body and have the new experiences that I was having at the moment, and as Grandma had told me so many times, I would be missing out on all this fun.

There was only one problem, Carter. If I could get the asshole off my back that wanted to expose me. I had a feeling it was douchebag Carter but wasn't sure. I couldn't prove it, but there was somebody all over my blog demanding I break the journalist's code of privacy for sources and tell the world who this girl fucking all these guys indiscriminately and likely spreading all kinds of STDs around campus was.

It was none of their business, and not only did I make it clear we had to use protection from the get-go. I had put myself on birth control after my last period, to be extra careful. The name always changed of whoever was posting on all my blog posts, but from their sentence structure and the repeated use of certain words, I knew it was the same person. Also, the repeated use of way too many exclamation points, so many it made my eyes cross.

The superior tone came through clearly, too, and that was one of Carter's hallmarks. The asshole. I was on the verge of hating him, that was for sure.

Cheryl soon set plates down filled with sausage and biscuits, with a big bowl of gravy made from the sausage to go over the biscuits. This was one of my favorite breakfast foods, but we rarely ate it.

"Damn, Cheryl, your gravy always smells so good," I said as my eyes fixed on the table, it was as if it was in my mouth and I already satisfied every taste bud in my mouth by eating the sausage and biscuit with the gravy.

"See, if you girls were born and raised in Georgia, then you would be blessed like me."

Kim laughed. "We didn't need to be born and raised there, cause you are, and you live with us."

She had a point, even though one time Cheryl did try to teach us how to make it, it was a disaster, she said that it was in the genes and she was the only one that could do it so good.

"I just know that this is for sure, one of my favorite meals." I smiled as I sat down at the table.

"No, you're just tired and hungry because you've gone from a virgin to what was the last comment in the article? Porn star in one sweep. When you started at college, we couldn't get you to sleep with a guy."

Cheryl agreed, "Now, we can't get you to stop."

It had me in tears; we all laughed so much that we had to calm down before tucking into the meal.

"I know, but if it is Carter who's after my blood, then what am I going to do? He's not going to rest until he figures out who I'm interviewing."

Kim shook her head. "Enjoy it, girl. I love seeing you smile like this. I can't remember the last time I saw you so happy."

Cheryl added, "I love seeing you dress like this. Damn, I was getting worried that we would have to stop being friends because you dressed so badly."

I was going to ask if she was telling the truth, but I knew that she was teasing me as she winked at me. Besides, I was too hungry, and we dove right in. I did wonder if what Kim said was true, was all this sex making me hungry? Because I felt that I could eat my plate too.

We spent another half hour talking and then I went to my room to relax in bed and do some homework. I was hardly surprised when I was asleep by ten a.m. Luckily, I woke up when Rich texted me. Another day spent getting to know a man through text messages wasn't so bad, especially after last night's workout.