Page 52 of Advanced Chemistry

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m silently giving you the Pledge of Allegiance.”

“That isn’t patriotic.”

We were getting fitted for suits for Pop’s big day. Usually, I wasn’t one for the pomp and circumstance of weddings, but I did look good in this suit.

“What do we think?” Julian exited his dressing room in a gray suit that matched ours. He was on the heavier side, but he wore it well. He knew how to dress himself.

“J, you look awesome!” Amos said.

“I agree. You wear clothes very well,” I said.

“You look fabulous and Chase had another threesome with his students,” Everett said, picking at a stray string on his matching gray suit.

“Former students,” I said.

“Once a student, always a student. What did you teach them this time? How to handle their test tubes?” Everett was having way too much fun.

I should have had a lesson on that with my students. Over a dozen test tubes had been dropped and shattered this year alone. Taxpayer dollars tossed in the garbage.

“Was it good the second time around?” Julian asked, checking himself out in the three-panel mirror.

A smile flitted on my face. “Better, actually. More interactive.”

The seamstress at my feet continued on with her business, undisturbed and thoroughly uninterested in our conversation. Still, it seemed inappropriate to get into details in front of someone just trying to do their job.

“It was wonderful. Very easy,” I said. “I thought there’d be more difficulty coordinating who did what, but we fell into place seamlessly. It was an easier experience than some of my one-on-one sexual encounters.”

It reminded me of two pieces locking together in one of my Friday night jigsaw puzzles. There was no effort needed to force pieces together. Either they fit or they didn’t. We seemed to fit.

“Was it hot?” Amos asked. “I mean, I can only imagine that a threesome has to be inherently steamy because of all the extra limbs.”

Here, I could not tell a lie. My face turned red as I thought back. “Yes. Yes, it was.”

I loved how Anton could be both rough and tender in handling me, and how Sebastian was cautious and strong. I gave them some choice details from the night, like going down on both guys and having Anton fuck me.

But there were some details that I kept to myself. Like the swoon in my heart when Anton called us “my guys” and when Sebastian promised it would feel good. (It did!) Was it just the effect of an extremely intense orgasm, or was the connection I felt something real? While I didn’t have much experience with threesomes, I suspected swooning wasn’t a typical reaction. My friends would likely criticize me for not understanding the assignment.

Speaking of my friends, I had seemingly done the impossible: rendered them speechless.

“Where are all the witty comments? This silence is not indicative of past reactions to similar stories. It’s mildly disturbing.”

“We’re impressed. Chase, if you were a character inA Midsummer Night’s Dream, you’d be Bottom,” Everett said.

“If you were a 2000s sitcom, you’d beMalcolm in the Middle,” said Amos.

“If you were a toy, you’d be one of those Chinese finger traps,” said Julian.

Ah, that was more like it.

“Do you think this will be a regular thing?” Julian asked.

“It better,” said the seamstress, sending us all for a loop. She stood up, rubbing at her lower back but showing no sign of slowing down. “That should be it. All of you, hang your pants and jackets carefully on your hangers. Leave them on the hooks in your dressing rooms. Don’t touch any of the pins.”

She pointed at each of us. It would be her first, last, and only warning. We would not disobey.

The four of us went into our dressing rooms. I delicately moved my feet up and out of the pant legs, then delicately hung the pants on the hanger, which I delicately placed on the hook. It was as if I was walking through a field of landmines.

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