by Maxi MacNair
The whole thing might have just ended there, but it was Trisha who stepped in. Nobody seemed to complain or put up a fight at that point though. Although Trisha had already called her boyfriend to come pick her up, she ordered another round of Tequila.
“This round comes with a dare though,” she said, which was something people at the gym did to each other sometimes when buying shots. “I dare you guys to do a triple kiss.”
Jason quickly protested. “Come on, if I’m gonna do a triple kiss, you get in here. Triple kiss with Trisha and Kylie.”
Trisha stood her ground, though. “That can be your dare. This one’s mine.”
“Perfect, my dare can wait for when your boyfriend gets here so he can watch.”
To most people the comment could’ve been taken the wrong way, but everyone knew Jason was friends with Trisha’s boyfriend so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Everyone burst out laughing, but as the laughter died down Trisha just stood there with her arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked.
“Well? I believe there is a dare on the table here still.”
The kiss was awkward as could be, a lot of nose bumping and a lot of spit. But Kylie liked it more than she thought she would. It went on a whole lot longer than she’d expected. She liked Jason’s hand on her right side, Max’s on her left. She liked both of their faces close when she snuck her eyes open. Max’s eyes stayed closed, but Jason watched her. Quirked an eyebrow.
She laughed and the kiss broke.
The dares didn’t continue as Trisha’s boyfriend showed up and laughed at how drunk the four of them together were.
“Wow, you guys did it up tonight.”
Trisha was draping herself all over her boyfriend obviously ready get home and tear his clothes off. Maybe just pass out.
Kylie didn’t know how she felt anymore as well. After Trisha and her boyfriend left though the bar was still really full and Max and Jason were on either side of Kylie. Now their bodies pushed right up against her. Their bodies sandwiched her and the movements of the crowd caused them to rub and grind her between them. None of them moved though, and Kylie took turns looking up at the two of them who were equally staring down at her with lust in their eyes.
“Check please!” Kylie called to the bartender putting a hand on Max and Jason’s chests.
“And one more round of Tequila,” Max called out.
Kylie didn’t know what changed or what was going on, but there was no doubt in her mind that she couldn’t choose between them. She wanted them both. If they were willing to share her.
Later on, she found herself leading them up the stairs to her studio apartment, where Rosie met them with incessant barking. Kylie reached up to the liquor cabinet over the fridge, questing for more tequila. Her sweater rode up, and she felt strong, masculine hands on her skin. She didn’t know whose they were and the thrill electrified her every nerve. She leaned back into him and let him pull her hair to the side and kiss her neck. His hands slid to her hips.
To Kylie’s delight, a second pair of hands found her. She let her eyes close, not particularly wanting to know who did what, which sensations were generated by which man.
Someone carried her to her unmade bed—she really hadn’t expected to come home with anyone tonight!—and they descended on her, ferrying her away to a shocking orgasm.
It was dark in her room and through the whole experience it was like she wasn’t herself anymore. Wasn’t in her body anymore, but just part of a meeting of mouths, hand and fingers, tongues leaving wet traces on skin, her hand stroking a massive erection, her mouth sliding over a cock as another moved to penetrate her wet pussy. They were a mass of moans and pleasure, and it was hard for Kylie to separate the moments where one orgasm ended and another one started to build. She could remember the sound of condom wrappers, but she also knew what she was like when she had sex while pretty drunk. She knew she’d want to feel all of them. Every stroke and every drop. Everything they could give her.
Round 3*
When Kylie woke up the next morning she saw the Jason passed out at the food of her bed still naked. She could see all his tattoos now and started rummaging around her room to find some clothes so she could take Rosie out. Her head was pounding, but Rosie needed to get out. Max seemed to have found his boxer shorts last night and had passed out on her couch. Kylie didn’t remember much of the details about what happened after they started, other than it felt amazing. She smirked to herself as she zipped up her light jacket. “No regrets on my part,” she thought as she stepped outside, but wondered how Max and Jason would be seeing each other when they both woke up. She didn’t get the chance to see though as both of them had somehow grabbed their clothes and taken off while she was on her walk with Rosie.
While leaving the house, before she came back to find Max and Jason gone, Kylie realized there would be no running this time, and most likely no workout today as well. The hangover was starting to take over her body already, which made her think about her body. She thought briefly about the consequences of the natural act the three of them had just done. She couldn’t even remember if both of the guys had finished inside of her that night though, but given the way they went at it she was pretty sure they both did. But she was on the pill so she told herself that everything was just fine. And her new life continued on.
Round 4*
Now, sitting in her bathroom, the very bed visible through the open door, she contemplated the pregnancy test. She had to tell them. She flirted with the idea of saying it was someone else, a guy from back in San Francisco…but it wasn’t the right thing to do. She’d just let them know what was up, she was going to keep it, she didn’t want anything from them. She could do this on her own, the way her mother had, with Kylie when her father died. Although Kylie wasn’t a baby then, it didn’t matter. She was strong. She could do this, but she still had to tell them.
So much to do. She started with a call to her doctor, who through the mercy of scheduling, got her an appointment later that day. When they met, Doctor Sara gave her a big, warm congratulations. Based on date of the night with the two guys, it had taken her longer to notice than she’d expected. It explained the weight gain, all of it concentrated in her stomach. They talked about the martial arts, and the doc assured her she wouldn’t be sidelined for the next five months. “No combat, no contact, but you can still train. In fact, it’ll be best for both of you. We’ll keep on doing regular visits, and you should be in great shape.” They made a follow up appointment for the following week.
The next call was harder. Kylie picked up the phone to call Max, then set it down. He’d probably be at the gym, and if not there, at the bar around the corner. She thought about calling Trisha, but knew she needed to get this hard part over with first. She also didn’t know if she wanted to tell Trisha right now.
She called to Rosie, got her in the Jeep Wrangler, and headed for Ultimate. Big, burly Ferran at the check in desk saw her jeans and purse, her lack of work out bag, and frowned at her. “What’s going on? Where’s your gear?”
She laughed. “Just looking for Max.”
“He should be about done. He headed into the locker room. You can grab him when he comes out.”
“Cool thanks.” Kylie took a seat on the leather couch in the lobby not knowing if Ferran could pick up on the nerves she was feeling.
Max came out on his phone, an animated conversation with someone. Did she dare stop him? She had to…
They’d talked a lot, trained together a lot since what she referred to in her head as “That Night”. They hadn’t really directly addressed it, though. The only thing they ever said was on the first day they saw each other afterwards. Max looked completely awkward and Kylie simply put him out of his misery by saying “No regrets here,” which gave him a wave of relief and he returned the comment.
“Yup, no complaints here either.”
Things were noticeably different between Jason and Max though. The two of them seemed more stern and focused when in t
he gym together where usually they would be joking around with each other. When Kylie finally managed to get over her hangover and head back to the Yacht Club for a drink over a week later, Jason and Max were both there, but not at the same table, and Kylie never saw them say anything to each other the whole time she was there. Kylie never actually could find a way to tell Trisha what happened that night and when she asked about what was up with Jason and Max Kylie just suggested maybe they were getting ready for the tournament and focusing extra hard for that. Trisha didn’t even seem to remember the last bit about that night a week before.
Kylie did feel a little bit bad for what was happening, and for not being able to tell Trisha, but she thought it was for the best since she didn’t know how people would react to the story. How people would treat her or Max and Jason if they knew. It was also none of their business. Kylie still had no regrets though. Not during or after, not when she saw the pregnancy test. Having to talk to the guys about the situation though was not something Kylie was excited about though.
Max waved when he saw her, but when she stood and took a few steps towards him, he gave her a “just a sec” gesture and wrapped up his call in the corner.
“Kylie, you just missed me. I’m done for the day.”
“No worries. I’m not here to train. You have a sec to talk?” She meant her voice to sound light, but she could tell from the way his eyes clouded she hadn’t achieved her goal.
“Sure thing, babe.”
He followed her outside into the sun. She stood where she could pet Rosie’s head as the dog leaned out the car window.
She didn’t know how to say it, so she figured she’d spit it out. “I’m pregnant.”
Max recoiled like she’d slapped him. He took a step back, and let his gym bag slip out of his hand and land by his feet.
“It was just the one time. I don’t even know…have you talked to Jason?”
“I talked to you first.”
“Why?”
Because I know you better and I’m more comfortable with you, she wanted to say, but the sharpness in his tone made her bite her tongue. “Because I don’t know Jason as well. I figured I’d start here. I don’t know, I found you first I guess.”
“What are you going to do?”
She knew he meant abortion. It was a reasonable question.
“Keep it. I’ve thought about this for a while, it’s something I want. I mean, I didn’t quite expect this much ambiguity…” she tried to make it a joke.
He laughed. Oh thank God.
“Keep it? You want to be a mom?”
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to. I love kids. I always told myself that if I ever got the chance to do it I would. And I guess this is the universe telling me that this is my chance.”
Max took a deep breath, his big shoulders and chest rising and falling. Then he took another one. “Do you want me to…are you saying you want to date?”
“Uh, no.” It came out too fast. “I’m not opposed. I mean, I have to talk to Jason first. I just wanted you to know.”
“Thanks,” he said. “If you need anything, let me know. I’m here for you. Are you going to, like, get it tested? Find out whose it is?”
“I haven’t decided. I don’t want anything from either of you, not really. But you needed to know.”
“Okay, cool. I got to think on this a bit myself.”
“I know. It’s a total bombshell to drop.” She almost apologized, but didn’t.
He made a move to leave, then a move towards her. Then he took her in his arms in a great big hug.
Now to find Jason. He wasn’t at the gym, and she didn’t know him as well. She gave him a call.
“Hey Kylie, to what do I owe the pleasure? Are you ready to take me up on my offer? I’ve got Tequila here.”
Unlike Max, Jason was a little more relaxed about the whole night. He knew none of them wanted anyone to know but that didn’t stop him from making jokes about that night. Especially when other people were around to make her feel uncomfortable.
“I’m looking for a few minutes of your time.”
“Like…now?”
“Yeah, if you’re free.”
“I’m kinda free…I’m up to my elbows in carburetor grease in my garage. If that works you can come by, if not, I can meet you someplace in a bit.”
“Now’s good.”
He gave her the address and she and Rosie hit the road. He didn’t live far, and she found his place with ease. It was a nice house. Probably too big for a bachelor, but Jason seemed to be able to afford it by fixing motorcycles. True to his word, he was covered in grease and oil. His Harley sat off to one side, and he worked on a different bike, an older Yamaha.
“What up, K?” he said as she came into the shade of his garage.
“I’m pregnant.” Best to come out with it. Don’t dance around. Spit it out.
“I see. And it’s mine?”
She laughed. “Or Max’s.”
“Gotcha.” He headed to his workbench and picked up a rag. He began the process of cleaning his hands. “Are you okay?”
“Actually I’m great. I wasn’t looking for this…I’m on the pill…but I’m not sad.”
“So you’re going to keep it.”
“I am, yes.”
“Well.” He paused. “Sounds like congratulations are in order.”
“Thank you. I think they are.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Um,” she thought about it. “Nothing, I don’t think.”
“Well cool.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
“I guess now I know how my old man felt when he first heard about me.”
Kylie wanted to ask about it, but the moment felt heavy enough. The only thing she needed to do was tell them and go on with life. It didn’t matter what they thought really in the end. This was her choice, and this was going to be her baby.
Awkward. So awkward though. They kinda blinked at each other a moment more, then out in the driveway Rosie saw a cat and started barking. “I should go.”
“Ummm...Okay. Don’t be a stranger.” Jason said this trying to keep his casual and nonchalant usual self intact but was obviously as shaken as anyone would expect him to be in this situation.
“Thanks.”
Kylie walked back to her car feeling relief that this part was now behind her.
Round 5*
She saw them both on and off, but it was almost a month before they spent any real time together. It was a kickboxing class that focused on self-defense. Although most people who went to this gym were training to compete in an MMA tournament the gym also hosted some of these classes because they were popular and made the gym a lot of money. Kylie was grateful that was the case because she wanted to keep going to the gym but couldn’t go there at times when someone might actually ask her to spar. Kylie had quietly talked to Jax, the trainer, and explained she was expecting, and Jax set up a subroutine for her. If Kylie was still going to train she needed to let Jax know so she wouldn’t be asked to do anything that would hurt the baby, and also so Jax knew why she had stopped coming to her more intensive training sessions. Kylie still wanted to be Jax someday, short and all tight muscle, makeup and hair never, ever out of place no matter how hard she trained. She competed, and her multiple broken nose only made her more beautiful, in Kylie’s mind.
For today’s exercise, fighting off two attackers at once, Jax called in the volunteers for the class who were going to play the role of the attackers. Kylie felt so stupid that she didn’t expect to see Max and Jason in this class since they often were around the gym and usually got roped into taking part in these classes. The truth was they both liked it and talked about all the girls they got to “bang” by taking part in the class. Sure enough Jax paired her with both Jason and Max. Did she know either of them could be the father? She couldn’t know. Trisha still didn’t even know she’d gone home with the two of them. Kylie was still trying to figure out a way to tell her that she was
pregnant. She was getting tired of thinking of excuses to not meet her for drinks. Wondering if the truth was the only thing to say and if she could trust her with it or if she should just make up a story about a fake father like she was going to tell everyone else.
Both men touched her so gently when they staged their attacks. She was starting to show, a little bit. A small bump in her flat stomach that was only noticeable if someone was looking for a visible sign that she was pregnant.
The truth though was that being pregnant had been making her really horny lately. Being between them again having them pretend to grab her, hold her, advance on her. God, she wanted them both again. How to ask them, though? Could she even ask them? This was really the first time she was with the two of them together since that night.
Being handled by the two of them only brought her mind back to the night no matter how hard she tried to think of something else. No matter how much she wanted to ignore her horny and hormone charged pregnant body. She tried to position herself so their hands brushed her in the spots all the other pretend attackers in the room did their best to avoid, and it seemed to work. She caught Jason copping a feel while she fixed Max with a smoldering gaze. She soon noticed the two of them become uncomfortable and shifting around in the gym shorts they were wearing. Trying hard to position their bodies so that their emerging hard-ons weren’t noticeable to Jax or anyone else in the room.
“What are you doing to me?” Max whispered.
“I want you,” she replied. “Both of you.”
Jason couldn’t hear what she’d said.
“You’re not feeling well?” Max said, loud. “Come out into the hall.”
“Are you okay?” Jason asked.
“No, walk me out.”
They signaled to Jax they’d be back, and left the room. “This way,” Max said, and led them both into the smaller sparring room, with several mats. There was a certain eagerness in Max that Jason didn’t seem to have at that point.
“What’s going on,” Jason said.
