“Yeah sure,” I half-lied. “I’m working on some homework.” I put one hand on my hip. “So are you gonna answer, or—”
“Maybe you should take that top off.”
I paused mid-sentence, staring back at Adam. “Wait… what?”
“Take your top off,” he smirked boldly. “We’ll answer a question for every piece of clothing you remove.”
Dante leaned back, folding his hands behind his head. His face was plastered with the same mischievous grin. “Now there’s an idea I can get behind.”
I sighed, shrugged, then reached down to pull my shirt over my head. I stopped halfway, somewhere around my bra.
“Wait a minute,” I protested. “I’m only wearing a few things. After two or three questions, I’ll be down to my underwear.”
Adam laughed out loud, while Dante nodded eagerly. “That works for us.”
I frowned for a moment, curling my mouth into my ‘thinking face’. I needed answers. They needed my clothes off. Maybe we could have the best of both worlds.
“Stay here,” I said, spinning in the direction of my bedroom. “I’ll be right back…”
Twenty-One
ADAM
“So if the three of you were to date me…” Hannah purred, strutting before us, “exactly what would it be like?”
Dante and I were still on the couch, glasses in hand. Relaxing backward into the cushions, deep into the second bottle of wine.
“I’ll need to know everything if I’m going to make a decision,” she teased. “So don’t skimp. Be sure to tell me all of it…”
She was wearing several layers of clothes now, swaying to some faint background music. I saw shirts, bottoms, even socks. None of it was the least bit sexy — at least not yet. Judging from how long it took her to come out of her bedroom however, I was still holding out hope.
“Well it would be almost like dating us individually,” I said, “only there would be three of us. We’d all be your boyfriends. And you’d be our girl.”
“The four of us would be exclusive to each other, of course,” added Dante. “We’d take down our profile and stop looking for anyone else.”
Hannah squinted as she considered our answer. Slowly, with an attempt at seduction, she pulled one of the shirts over her head. For a brief moment her bare stomach was exposed, but unfortunately the rest of the shirts fell to cover it.
“So what about dates?” she asked.
“What about them?”
“Would we all take turns going out?” Hannah asked. “I mean, would you guys have specific days you’d each see me? Would there be a schedule, or…”
Dante practically choked into his wine glass. I took mercy and answered for him.
“No, no… nothing like that,” I told her. “We’d get together with you whenever we could. Go on dates with you, both together and alone.”
Our beautiful blonde hostess began wriggling out of a pair of ugly grey sweatpants. A second pair of blue sweatpants lay beneath.
“I see.”
I was a bit mesmerized, watching her hips move. Seeing her shake the sweats past her curvy little ass, before stepping out of them entirely.
“Sometimes it might be all three of us,” Dante offered. “Or sometimes two. Other times we’d date you one on one, depending on who’s around.”
“So I’d have individual relationships with each of you,” Hannah confirmed.
“Totally,” I jumped in. “We wouldn’t want it any other way.”