Chapter 5: Six’s Company, Too

As I walked from the parking structure to the apartment building, I spotted someone standing by my door. As I drew closer I recognized Andrea, in a pretty black shirt and skirt with an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I was close enough to see that she had put on false eyelashes, copper eyeliner wings, generous amounts of blue eyeshadow, and a touch of blush. “Wow, Doll. You’re stunning.” She smiled bashfully. I gave her a hug, pressing my pelvis against hers. “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Only about 10 minutes.”

“It’s 5:48. When someone invites you to a party, you’re supposed to be 15 minutes late, not 20 minutes early,” I teased.

“It’s not really a ‘party’ though, it’s more like… a date.”

I chuckled. “A 5-person date, I guess that’s one way of viewing it.” I pointed at Judy’s door. “The first girlfriend visiting us today lives right next door to me.”

“The location’s convenient.”

“Being neighbors made meeting for the first time interesting. Let’s go inside. You can put your shoes on the rack to the right.” I unlocked the door, but didn’t open it. “I should probably warn you… it’s pretty spartan.” I opened the door, and was frozen at the threshold by the strange collage of Things and Stuff that had replaced the emptiness of my room. Neon signs covered the walls, advertising vintage cigarettes, guitars, classic cars, live nude girls, and revolvers, among other things. Filling the spaces between them were framed movie posters, including Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Cheap Detective, Charade, Clue, Deathtrap, Hot Fuzz, Fargo, Super Troopers, The Thin Man… My room was unrecognizable.

“Clover?”

“I think my girlfriend decorated my room for me while I was gone.”

“Oh! Well? Do you like it?”

I grinned. “I’m a simple woman with simple tastes, and she has already mastered my complicated parts. Come, sit.” Judy had added throw pillows to the couch, which was a nice detail, but also a tiny bit annoying… in my experience they took up valuable seat space that I needed for my extra plushy ass. I suspected that Andrea would be just as inconvenienced, given her equally generous fat distribution. I hung up my coat and jacket as I told her, “Make yourself comfortable, there’s Tang and Kool-Aid in the fridge, and… Georgina’s bringing more beverages. While you occupy yourself, I need to change into my dress.”

“I’ll stick to the couch.” She leaned back and relaxed.

I retrieved my dress, checked it for stains, inside and out, and thanked God that (first) I couldn’t find any that were visible under indoor lighting, and (second) that Judy had not decorated my room with a blacklight. Being unsure of how to proceed with an orgy when we were 10 minutes early and 3 people short, I attempted to strike up a conversation while I changed. “So… Doll. Are you excited?” I removed my pants.

She nodded with a grin. “I never imagined doing anything remotely this fantastic. I’ve woken up inside a dream.”

I started on my shirt. “Great! Are there any particular acts you’re hoping to try?”

“I guess whatever anyone wants to try with me. I’m open to suggestions.”

“You’re a cutie, and very expressive of your pleasure… They’re gonna fight over you.” She blushed; I was down to my underwear, and started putting on the dress.

“That’s a pretty dress. Is it silk?”

((Naughty girl is watching me.)) “I don’t know, but it’s my lucky dress. I’ve gotten laid in it with 3 different people since Saturday.”

“That is lucky.”

I slipped my panties off and threw them in the hamper. I returned to her, and observed, “Your eyes are big right now.”

“You took off your panties.”

“It gives others easy access. And it’s slutty.”

“Oh. Should I take mine off?”

“If you like being a slut.”

“I’m about to have sex with multiple women, even though I’m married. I’ve accepted the fact that I’m a slut. And an adulteress.” She slipped hers off and shoved them in her purse.

“It’s good that you’ve accepted it, but do you enjoy being those things?”

“I won’t know until I’ve done a few things with a few people, but I expect I will.”

“That’s the spirit.” I stroked her hair.

She leaned into my hand and smiled. “Would you like to get a head start, Clover?”

“I think it might be rude to start the festivities before all my guests—pardon me, all of our dates have arrived.”

“I suppose.” She delicately pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed the backs of my fingers. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make out.”

“You have a point, I guess—hah!” With enthusiasm she grabbed my face and followed the time-tested script by kissing my neck, then my cheek, then my lips, then thrusting her tongue down my throat. The kissing went on for a while, until she snuck her hand under my dress and creeped it up my leg.

Then, just as her fingertip plunged into me and brushed up against my G-spot, the door opened without a knock. Having both been startled, Andrea hastily withdrew her hand while I whipped my head around in time to see Judy—framed by the doorway, wearing a red blouse and black skirt, of all outfits, and carrying canvas grocery bags full of stuff—to see Judy cross the threshold and close the door before kicking off her shoes. “Naughty girls, starting the party before everyone’s here,” she chastised us with mock-scorn as she put the bags down in front of the coffee table. “That’s bad orgy etiquette, you know that?”

“It just kind of happened,” I said.

“We only got to second base,” claimed Andrea. ((Liar! Your finger was inside me, that’s definitely third.))

Judy smirked. “I saw your hand under her skirt. You were on your way to third, if you didn’t reach it. That said… what matters is, nobody cums till everyone has arrived. Andy, you haven’t introduced your new friend to me.”

I smiled. “Judy, I would like you to meet… Andrea Buchanan. When I told her about my case today, she jumped at the opportunity to help.”

“Wonderful! It is a privilege and a pleasure to meet you, Andrea. I’m Judith.”

“Nice to meet you, Judith,” replied Andrea, offering her hand to shake; but Judith took her hand and kissed it instead—and Andrea began staring into Judith the same way she stared at me when we first met. I thought little of it.

“Charmed. Andrea Buchanan and Andrea Bachman… You’re almost name-twins.”

“Yep.”

“Is she cool with women born with… (you know?)”

I smirked. “Gee, I wonder. Let’s ask her. Doll… What would you do if you discovered your husband was infertile?”

“Well… I want to make my babies naturally, so… I would have to have sex with another man.”

“What if I had the equipment to get you pregnant?”

“Oh, don’t tease me. Getting pregnant would be so much easier for me if women had penises and testicles. Easier, and more enjoyable.”

“Did you coach her, Bachman?” asked Judy, her voice thick with skepticism.

“No,” I said, perfectly innocent of her accusation. “Doll… How many children do you want to have?”

She shrugged. “As many as I can have before menopause. I’m hoping for at least 8.”

Judy remained in shock. “Would you continue to have sex with a woman with a penis even after menopause?”

“Of course! A woman with a penis…” She sighed. “I wish there was such a person… A woman with a penis would be my ideal partner.” Judy shattered her own shock with a snicker, which apparently hurt Andrea’s feelings. “What? I know it’s a fantasy, but I can’t help what my heart wants or that it doesn’t care much for men, even though I like penises. Do you think I’m weird?”

“No. Not at all. In fact, I have a surprise for you, later. After everyone has started grooving, just ask to see it and I’ll show you.”

“Oh.” She smiled so, so sweetly as she told my mate, “I’m looking forward to your surprise.”

“You’ll love it. Do you have a nickname I can use to avoid confusing you with my girlfriend?”

“Clover calls me ‘Doll’, but that’s her pet name to use for me. My middle name is ‘Priscilla’, you can call me that, or… you could call me ‘Prissy’.”

“‘Prissy’ is cute. And you do look very proper.” She checked the contents of each bag, then pulled out a bowl of diced apples with grapes and another of tropical fruit, which she placed on the coffee table. “I’ll be your caddy. If you need anything and I’m between sessions of being face-deep in pussy, just ask for anything—if it’s important, I’ll get it, even if that means walking to the drug store. And on the topic of drugs…” She picked up a small white box that had been on the coffee table the whole time (which I hadn’t noticed for my wonder at the new decorations) and tossed it to me.

A wave of relief flowed through my heart as I caught it. “Oh, thank you so much, Judy. I haven’t really been thinking about it much, so it’s a good thing you reminded me.” I rearranged the pillows to give my ass more room, read the instructions—

{My belly swells millimeter by millimeter, day by day, until I have to be carted to the maternity ward to squeeze out our child; I hold her in my arms until she’s too big for me to hold; I tell her how to behave until she’s too old for me to tell her how to behave; she lives with her mothers until she’s too in love with someone to remain in her childhood home—but she spends Sundays here; then the joyous day comes when she brings her own child to our house, who grows up to do all the things her mother did growing up. And Diane and Judy and Tommy and Pink are all there, walking this journey with me even if our child is genetically related to only one of them—my lovers, me, and our children and grandchildren, doing something fantastic merely by loving each other.}

I placed the box on the coffee table and stared at it, devastated by the vision, wondering how happy we could be raising a kid and watching them grow, starting as a blank slate and ripening like a fine wine into a human being over the decades, taking care of me and my lovers into old age, burying us when we were gone… As much as I loved Judy and Diane and Tom and Nico, this would be a kind of love my lovers were incapable of giving me. To love my children would be something even purer and demanding of patience and unconditionality and devotion than any romance.

“Andy?”

I muttered, “(I… don’t… know… if…)”

“If… what?”

“If… I… want… to do this.”

“That’s what the pill is for.”

“Not—that, I’m saying I’m not sure I… want to… take the pill.”

“You mean… you’re going to… wait and get an abortion?” she asked, half-hanging over the edge of calm.

“Maybe…”

When she didn’t respond right away, I looked up to find her eyes wandering the room, brimming with anxiety, then they returned to me and she asked, hopelessly, “You’re thinking of taking this one to term, aren’t you?”

“I… I’m feeling a lot of feelings right now, Judy.”

“I’m sorry,” interjected Andrea. “I feel like I’m eavesdropping on a private conversation. I can wait in the bathroom, or on the balcony, if you’d like.”

I was silent. Judy was too freaked out to say anything.

“I’ll just wait outside.” Doll started to get up.

“No. Please, sit. This discussion can wait,” I said.

“I guess… it can wait… until tomorrow,” added Judy. “We need to be in a serious mind space to talk about this, but everyone’s already getting ready to be in an orgy space. So, if anything, it needs to wait. Until we’re both ready to talk. So don’t worry about it, Prissy.” Judy smiled nervously and set out some crackers and artichoke dip. “So, have you two done it?” She continued unpacking as we talked.

“Yes,” said Doll. “She performed oral sex on me in my office.” I tried to recover from my motherly vision while Andrea and Judy carried the conversation.

“You make it sound so clinical. ‘She ate me out in my office’, or ‘ate my pussy’ or ‘sucked my clit’. Give it a try.”

She struggled at first to restate her experience with me… “She… ate my pussy… and… put her finger—fingerbanged my… fuck hole. In my sex dungeon. And… I screamed like a whore!” …but by the end she was grinning.

Judy laughed. “That’s way better. I want to use that exact kind of dirty language while I’m fucking your ‘fuck hole’.”

“We can compete to see who’s the dirtier talker.”

“I like the way you think!” Judy finished unpacking. “Alright, everything’s ready.” There was a knock on the door. “I’m up, I’ll get it.” She opened the door to reveal Georgina in her white dress, carrying a backpack. “Good evening! Judith Lucas, Andrea’s girlfriend. Are you here for the ‘party’?”

“Yes. Georgina Dominguez, also Andrea’s girlfriend.” They shook hands, which turned into a hug. Judy told her where to put her shoes, then Georgina joined us on the couch and excitedly whispered to me, “Andrea, she gave me a new pet name! And it’s actually good!”

I did my best to focus on the here-and-now rather than 39 weeks in the future. “Okay… Alright. Let’s hear it!”

“‘Koko’!”

“Oh, that’s way better than ‘Asta’. Actually… I’m super jealous—yours is from a series of mystery novels I enjoyed as a kid.”

“Oh, what were they about?”

Before I could answer, Judy cleared her throat. “Andy, is Georgina involved in your case in any way?”

“She’s helping with it. As for your other concern… I’ve seen her with a dick inside her.”

“Yeah. I was trying P-in-V for the first time last night. It ended up being coitus interruptus after like three strokes. Thanks, Prax.”

“I’m sorry.”

She chuckled. “Oh, don’t apologize. I had an opportunity to give you a hard time while Moneta isn’t around—and I had to take it. I didn’t spend enough time with that dick to form an opinion, so I’d like to know what all of you think about them.”

“The silicone one you have never goes soft so I bet I could just get fucked non-stop all day with one,” I admitted. “And it’s big. The feeling of you stretching me with your girth is amazing and it’s also long enough to hit my cervix. However. A flesh-and-blood penis is more… primal. Watching it grow before your eyes is magical; the fact that it’s flesh and blood and nerve makes it organic and a little bit… hmm… surreal; and my partner being inside of my most intimate part feels amazing to them—so good that all they can think about is fucking me, and that’s a very satisfying concept. So, I like real cock more—but silicone is a very close second.”

Georgina nodded. “When you put it that way, I’d like to show the next dick I see a good time.” Judy was struggling to keep a straight face.

“Doll, what do you think, dick or dildo?”

“I’ve never used a dildo, but… I really like penises. Even if I don’t find men physically attractive, I really like making my husband climax with nothing more than my… pussy. But I would add that we’ve been trying to conceive for a few years now and… every time he ejaculates inside me, knowing that his sperm is swimming around, climbing through my cervix, up my uterus and into my fallopian tubes, searching for my egg, racing to fertilize it… is absolutely exhilarating. The best feeling. Sex with him is worth it for that alone.” Georgina did not try to hide her feelings as Andrea described in detail the biological process of conception—her eyes said, quite loudly, [Okay, you’re kind of a huge freak.]

“She’s your fucking clone, Andy,” opined Judy with a chuckle.

“I can’t wait for the big reveal,” I replied.

Then, in Judy’s eyes, I saw her anxiety return. “Yes. The… big reveal.” I knew that she wasn’t worrying about how these women would react upon discovering she was assigned male at birth… she was more likely thinking about which gender her own baby would choose. I wanted to reassure her that raising a child would be good for us… but not in front of the others.

There was another knock on the door, and Judy answered it— “Doctor Regina Klein, here for the Bachman shindig.” The medical examiner, dressed in a crimson women’s suit, thrust out her hand, and Judy kissed it.

“Judith Lucas, Andrea’s girlfriend. Shoes go on the rack.” She let her in.

“Nice to meet you, fellow girlfriend, et cetera.” ((You are not one of my girlfriends, weirdo.)) “I get first dibs on the hostess’ pussy tonight.”

“If that’s what she wants.”

“We have an agreement.”

With a glance, Judy asked me to confirm Regina’s claim. “I didn’t agree to anything,” I insisted, “but I will let her go second out of—‍”

Regina raised her voice. “Second? No, I’ll be first. Just you wait.”

“Don’t hold your breath. As I was saying, I’ll let you go second out of courtesy and hospitality towards the newest member of my sexual circle.”

“Or sexual ‘constellation’,” suggested Judy, “if you’d like to make it sound more academic, or ‘polycule’ if you would like to avoid sounding pretentious. Okay, Regina, meet Andrea Buchanan; now everybody’s met our newest star, Andrea, AKA Prissy, and I also brought the supporting cast: snacks—diced fruit, plus crackers and artichoke dip—on the coffee table. Now, let’s get started.”

“Not quite yet.” Georgina dragged her backpack to the breakfast bar and pulled out a bottle of Seagram’s tonic water, a big glass bottle of top shelf vodka—

I could see in Judy’s posture that Georgina was playing with matches in a gunpowder factory. “Georgina… We need to converse.” They whispered back and forth a few times before Judy called me over and quietly asked, “Did you tell her about your ‘feelings’ on alcohol?”

“Yes; she was there when I relapsed, and was very supportive.”

“Do the other two know?”

“I’ll take care of that real quick. — Andrea, Regina, I want you to know that I’ll drink to excess if I have any alcohol, so if you see me pouring myself a vodka tonic, please politely stop me.” They nodded and voiced acknowledgement. “Judy, I told Georgina she could bring alcohol if she wanted to give the others the option of drinking.”

She gave me a worried look, but respected me enough not to question my decision. “Alright. Go ahead, Georgina.”

She continued unpacking, a six-pack of coke, orange juice, cranberry cocktail, a Ziploc bag of limes cut into wedges, and red cups—

I stared at the liquor and imagined a nice, cold mix of sweet and booze, breaking away when Georgina told us, “Let’s get disinhibited!”

“Wait!” yelled Judy. Everyone turned their heads. “We need a safe word.”

As annoyed as I was by Regina, I had to admit that Diane’s system was a solid suggestion: “‘Red’ means ‘stop immediately’, ‘yellow’ means ‘back off’, and I’m not going to explain ‘green’. It’s what we…” She glanced at Andrea. “…I use with my ‘primary girlfriend’.”

“I like it. Thank you. Is everyone okay with those?” We all agreed. “Okay, now you can get drunk.”

Judy and I abstained—the vodka called to me, offered to whisper sweet nothings, and I did my best to ignore it—while the others clustered around the impromptu bar and started mixing drinks—

Another knock sounded through the door. “Andy, did you invite a fourth guest and forget they were coming?”

“No, Regina was the last.” I was just as puzzled as she was.

“I’ll… answer it.” She swung the door open to reveal—

My eyes grew wide. I asked myself how inviting her could have slipped my mind, and concluded there was a substantial probability of her informing me within the next five seconds that snubbing her had been a grave mistake.