Charlie blinked. Then blinked again. Then looked at Lisa. Then Laura. Then the sky, as if it might have cue cards for this exact moment.
"Okay. Wait. Hold on." He raised one hand like a substitute teacher calling for quiet in a room full of fire alarms. "Is this... Are we... Is this a test?"
Lisa tilted her head, arms folded. Laura raised her eyebrows like she was waiting for the punchline.
Charlie pointed between them. "Because if it is, I just want to say that this is a very dangerous test. Like one of those dreams where you show up to school naked and everyone's grading your penis."
Lisa gave him a look. "Do I look like I'm testing you?"
"You always look like you're testing me. You're a principal. You once made me do a self-evaluation over laundry."
Laura snorted. "That's kinda hot."
Charlie turned toward her. "Not helping."
Lisa crossed her arms, cool as a breeze. "Nope."
"Hahaha, good one," Charlie pointed at Lisa with an awkward grin. "It's very creative. Also very illegal in some countries."
Laura smirked. "It's not a test, Charlie."
"Okay." He nodded, then stopped nodding. "Wait. Are you sure? Because this feels like one of those dream sequences where I wake up in a tub of ice missing a kidney."
Lisa gave him a long look. "Charlie."
"Right, right. Sorry. Processing." He held up a finger and paced in a tight circle. "Okay, two beautiful women, standing here, asking if I'd maybe want to be in a relationship with both of them. This has 'viral prank show' energy all over it."
Laura laughed. "Trust me, if I were pranking you, you'd already be handcuffed to a flamingo."
"Honestly, that doesn't even sound that weird for my life," Charlie said.
Lisa took a step closer. "We're serious, Charlie. This isn't a joke or test. We're being honest with you."
Charlie rubbed his temples. "Alright, just so I have this straight… you're both okay with the idea of me... with both of you?"
Lisa nodded. Laura winked.
Charlie held up his hands. "Okay. Follow-up question: Is there like... paperwork for this? A schedule? A flowchart? Or are we just winging it? Because I'm gonna need snacks and maybe a whiteboard."
Laura grinned. "I vote whiteboard."
"Seconded," Lisa said.
Charlie groaned. "Oh god, this is real." He pointed to the sky. "And somewhere, my therapist is having a seizure."
He took a breath, scratched the back of his head, and looked at both of them again.
"So... what happens if I say yes? You two... move in together? We all share a bathroom? I lose my closet space forever? I get twice the PMS to survive every month? Do I have to make a chore chart? Am I now legally a Mormon?"
"Charlie," Lisa said, very slowly. "Do you want this or not?"
He paused. Looked at her. Then looked at Laura. Then looked at both of them again like he was trying to spot a hidden camera.
Then he let out a long breath, looked straight ahead, and said:
"Yes."
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Charlie nodded. "Yes. I mean, yes, in a 'this is definitely going to kill me but it'll be the happiest death imaginable' kind of way."
Laura clapped her hands. "Yay! Look at you, saying yes to emotional growth and potential heart failure."
Charlie sighed dramatically and looked off toward the ocean. "God help me, I'm going to need more towels."
Lisa leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Welcome to the deep end."
Charlie stared forward, stunned. "I didn't even bring floaties."
...
A few minutes later...
Charlie was kneeling beside the lounge chair again, the massage oil bottle in one hand, a suspiciously neutral expression on his face like a man walking into a minefield with flip-flops.
Laura had taken Lisa's place on the lounge chair, sprawled out on her stomach with her arms folded under her chin, her tattooed back gleaming under the sun. Lisa stood nearby in a loose wrap, arms crossed, watching with the faint smile of a woman both entertained and evaluating the hell out of everything.
Charlie poured oil into his hands and rubbed them together slowly.
"Okay," he said, voice measured. "So this is happening. Real massage. Zero chaos. No sudden confessions. Nobody's throwing a drink or summoning a demon. We're doing this. Together. In the name of... deep tissue."
Laura glanced over her shoulder. "You always talk this much during a massage?"
"Only when I'm afraid for my life," Charlie said, placing his hands on her shoulders and starting to work them gently. "Also, full disclosure: I've only got two hands and one spine, so if either of you brought expectations from a multi-limbed tantric monk, lower them now."
Laura moaned softly. "God, I forgot how good your hands were."
Charlie shot a quick look at Lisa.
Lisa raised one eyebrow. Just one.
Charlie turned back to Laura. "That was purely mechanical," he said. "Zero emotion. I've massaged sandwiches with more feeling."
Laura giggled. "Wow. Harsh."
Charlie moved his hands down her back, hitting just the right spots along her shoulder blades. His fingers worked skillfully, finding tension like it owed him money.
He glanced at Lisa again.
She was still watching. Calm. Cool. Still smiling.
"Everything okay over there?" he asked her, fingers still gliding smoothly down Laura's back.
Lisa tilted her head. "You tell me. Need a tag team partner? Or are you holding it together?"
Charlie swallowed. "Barely."
He poured more oil onto his hands. The bottle made a rude squelching sound that somehow made everything ten percent weirder.
Laura sighed, eyes closed. "Can I just say, this is already the best day I've had in seven years."
Lisa stepped closer, placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"Careful," she said, her voice low. "She's trying to make you melt."
Charlie didn't look up. "Too late. I'm halfway to pudding."
Lisa pressed her body against his back, her soft warmth seeping through his thin shirt. He felt her breath on his neck, then the gentle press of her lips, a soft kiss that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands, slick with oil from earlier, moved to his thighs, her fingers tracing the tense muscles.
Charlie's breath hitched as her hands moved higher, her touch feather-light yet electric. He could feel her breasts against his back, the hardened peaks pressing into him. His body responded, a warmth spreading through him, settling in his groin.
Lisa's lips found his earlobe, her teeth gently nibbling. He let out a low moan, his head tilting to give her better access. His hands faltered on Laura's back for a moment before he regained control, trying to focus on the rhythm of his touch rather than the chaos of sensation erupting within him.
Laura, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her, let out a contented sigh. "This is amazing, Charlie. You're amazing."
Charlie managed a weak chuckle. "I'm glad one of us thinks so." His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
He moved his hands down to Laura's lower back, his fingers pressing into the tight muscles just above her buttocks. He paused, then reached for the oil bottle, tilting it to let a stream drip onto her skin.
"Mumm~" Laura let out a soft gasp, arching her back slightly at the sudden coolness.
Charlie resumed his massage, his fingers working their way down to her gluteal muscles. He could feel Lisa's eyes on him, her breath still warm on his neck, her hands now resting on his hips, her thumbs tracing circles on his hip bones. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the heat radiating from Lisa's body was making it increasingly difficult to think. Laura let out a low moan, her body relaxing under his skilled hands.
"God, Charlie, you should open a spa," she murmured.
Meanwhile, Lisa's hands went into Charlie's pants, her fingers wrapping around his growing erection. She pulled it out, her touch sending a jolt through him. Before he could react, she started to stroke him, her grip firm and steady. His breath hitched, and he froze, his hands still on Laura's back.
"Lisa," he hissed, his voice barely a whisper, "what are you doing?" His body betrayed him, his hips moving slightly with her rhythm.
Laura slightly turned back and smiled. "He's got a point, Lisa. You're ruining his concentration."
Lisa chuckled, her breath hot on his ear. "Oh, I think he's handling it just fine." Her hand moved faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock. Charlie bit back a moan, his grip on Laura's back tightening slightly.
"God, Lisa," he managed to grind out, "this is... this is... not professional."
Lisa's other hand moved to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "And since when did you care about being professional, Charlie?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
Laura quickly sat up, her eyes flicking between Charlie's face and Lisa's. She hesitated for a moment, then a mischievous smile spread across her face. She turned her focus towards Charlie's cock, now fully erect and glistening with oil and precum.
Lisa, her hand still wrapped around the base of Charlie's cock, looked at Laura and gave her a slight nod. "Hands behind your back, Laura," she said, her voice a low command.
Laura complied, her hands moving behind her back, fingers interlacing. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Charlie's. He looked down at her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes dark with desire. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. He let out a low groan, his hips jerking slightly. She then took him into her mouth, her lips sealing around his shaft.
Lisa's hand moved in sync with Laura's mouth, her grip tight, guiding Charlie's cock in and out of Laura's mouth. Charlie's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open, his gaze locked on Laura's lips.
"God!" He let out a moan.
Charlie, unable to hold back any longer, turned his face towards Lisa. Their eyes met, her gaze intense and inviting. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. Lisa's mouth was soft, her tongue eager as it danced with his. His hand left Laura's back, moving to the nape of Lisa's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Laura, sensing the shift, looked up, her lips glistening, a question in her eyes. Charlie broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and looked down at her.
"Don't stop, Laura," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she took him back into her mouth, her eyes locked with his. Lisa's hand continued to guide him, her rhythm matching Laura's, as Charlie lost himself in the sensation, caught between the heat of Lisa's kiss and the wet, warm suction of Laura's mouth.
After a few minutes of non-stop hard sucking and smooching.
"Laura," He gasped. "I'm close." His warning came out as more of a plea, his body tensing, his grip on Lisa's neck tightening.
Lisa, breaking their kiss, pulled back slightly. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and desire. She moved behind Laura, her hands going to Laura's hair, grabbing a fistful. Laura's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away.
"Deep throat, Laura," Lisa commanded with a sly smirk. She pushed Laura's head down, her hand guiding Charlie's cock further into Laura's mouth. Laura's eyes watered, but she relaxed her throat, taking Charlie in deeper than before.
Charlie let out a moan, his head falling back, his hands gripping the edge of the chair's hand bars for support. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and tightness of Laura's throat pushing him closer to the edge.
"Lisa," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't hold back much longer."
Lisa's response was a low chuckle, her hand continuing to guide Laura's head. Laura, despite the depth, was maintaining her rhythm, her tongue pressing against the base of his cock, sending shivers down his spine.
His grip on the chair's hand bars tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"Lisa," he groaned, "she can't breathe."
Lisa looked up, her eyes meeting Charlie's. "She's fine. She can take it."
Laura's eyes, filled with tears, met his, and she nodded slightly, her tongue continuing its relentless assault.
Charlie's breath hitched, his hips jerking as he felt his orgasm building. "I'm... I'm coming," he gasped, his voice ragged. Lisa's grip on Laura's hair tightened, pushing her head down further. Laura gagged, but she didn't pull back. Charlie's eyes rolled back, his body tensing as he came, his release hot and pulsing. Laura, despite the depth, swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving Charlie's.
As his body began to relax, Lisa released Laura's hair, her hand moving to the back of Laura's neck, gently rubbing. Laura pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes watering but she was still holding his cum in her mouth. Charlie, still trying to catch his breath, looked at the two women, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and awe. "That was... that was... Incredible," he finally breathed out, his chest heaving. "That was fucking incredible." He reached out, gently wiping the tears from Laura's cheeks with his thumb, his touch tender.
Laura, her eyes still watery, opened her mouth, showing Charlie the remnants of his orgasm. A shiver ran through him at the sight, a primal satisfaction washing over him. Before he could say anything, Lisa leaned in, her lips brushing against Laura's ear.
"Swallow it, Laura," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding.
Laura's eyes flickered, a moment of hesitation before she complied, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop.
"Damn! That was hot!" He mumbled with a satisfied smile.
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