My Penthouse Harem

  (Part 3)

  A Slice of Life Men’s Fantasy

  Lena White

  This book is copyright © 2024 Lena White. All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover characters are models. Images are licensed from depositphotos.com

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  Now that I’ve moved in with Bettie, she convinced me to sleep with Marcella.

  It was all I dreamed it could be and then some.

  But when she invited Marcella into our bed,

  I made sure Marcella knew why.

  Which worked out better than anyone could have hoped.

  That leaves Jackie, the one who suggested sharing me in the first place.

  Bet you can’t guess what happened next.

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  “What’s going on?” Jackie asked when she came through the doorway of our penthouse apartment. She was rolling her carry-on suitcase, having just returned from a weeklong trip for her job. I was sitting on the sofa between Bettie, my girlfriend, and Marcella, Jackie’s girlfriend, but none of us answered her right away, which only made her smile. It wasn’t a friendly smile, though. Sarcastic, perhaps, or predatory, which was worse. Far worse.

  For me.

  “Nothing much, girlfriend,” Marcella finally spoke up as she rose from the sofa and greeted her actual girlfriend. They kissed and embraced before Jackie practically peeled Marcella away from her body, clearly intent on grilling the rest of us.

  “Seriously, now,” she said in a lighter tone. “What’s this all about? Y’all look like someone died and nobody wants to tell me.”

  “Nobody died, Jackie,” Marcella said with a slightly forced laugh as she came around the other end of the sofa. “We were just hanging out.”

  “Uh, huh,” Jackie said with a look at me. “What else have you been doing?”

  “Nothing much,” I said with an innocent smile I wasn’t feeling. “You’re home early, aren’t you?” I asked, trying to deflect her suspicions and easing my guilt. Although why I felt guilty was beyond me – Jackie had already said that she wanted me to sleep with everyone who lived in the penthouse, including her girlfriend, Marcella. I just felt guilty doing it for the first time ever while Jackie was out of town.

  “I needed to see my sweetie,” Jackie said with a surprisingly loving tone, not because she doesn’t love Marcella but just because she can come across as quite the hardass when she puts her mind to it. Which was most of the time. But not now. She went to Marcella and wrapped her arms around her neck, reaching up to do so as Jackie was a couple of inches shorter than the tall Spaniard. They kissed like they hadn’t seen each other in months instead of days. I was almost embarrassed to watch them – it felt as if I was intruding.

  “Uh, I’ve got to get ready for work,” I said at last, but with no effect on the two lovebirds. I gave Bettie a look and she just smiled at me, as if she got it but didn’t want to comment on the circumstances. “I’ll see you guys tonight?” I asked as I retreated toward the bedroom I shared with Bettie.

  “Count on it, big fella,” Jackie called out as I closed the door. I changed quickly into my work clothes for the restaurant a few blocks from the apartment and checked the weather out the window. The sun was still shining so I didn’t put on a jacket, just my white shirt and black chinos being enough for the unseasonably warm weather we’d been having. I checked myself in the mirror before I left the bedroom, all the while wondering if I’d find Bettie alone.

  “Yeah, they’re in Jackie’s room,” Bettie told me, answering my unspoken question when I looked around. “You okay?” she asked, which surprised me.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

  “No reason,” she said cryptically. I gave her a look. “I mean, it’s kinda weird seeing Marcella kissing Jackie after…” She didn’t finish her thought. She didn’t have to – I got it.

  “It’s not like anything’s changed, Betts,” I consoled her. “We’re still doing this, right?” By this, I meant the whole sharing-Oliver thing that the three of them had dropped on me like a cruise missile a couple of weeks ago. Nothing had happened that first week, but when Jackie went out of town five days ago, everything had changed. Well, everything between me and Marcella and Bettie. Now, we had to navigate the further changes that seemed inevitable now that Jackie was back in town.

  “Do you mind if I talk to them while you’re at work?” Bettie asked me. I gave her a look.

  “Why would I mind?”

  “Well, I mean about what’s been going on while Jackie was away.”

  “They’re your roommates, Bettie. Of course I don’t mind if you talk to them. As long as you don’t throw me under the bus.” I smiled but she looked horrified, as if I was being serious. “I’m kidding,” I added quickly.

  She frowned, and she looked like she meant it. “Don’t do that to me, Oliver. You know how nervous I am about all of this.”

  “I understand,” I said to placate her. Bettie can be so sensitive and I’m still getting used to it. On the one hand, she can be unbelievably confident, insisting that she wants to share me sexually with her gorgeous roommates. But she’s also incredibly self-conscious about her looks, her personality, and especially about the fact that she relies on those same roommates to pay for her living expenses because she doesn’t work. Well, she doesn’t work outside the home, as the women's libbers love to say. Bettie works incredibly hard to keep the apartment spotless and feeding us, not to mention the shopping and everyone’s laundry. She says it’s because she loves doing that kind of work but I think it’s because she feels guilty, or inadequate, or both.

  “I’ll talk to Jackie about what happened while she was gone, assuming Marcella hasn’t already told her, which I’m guessing she hasn’t.”

  “Really? You think she’s telling her now, while they’re, uh, reconnecting?” I motioned with my head at the closed door to Jackie’s bedroom.

  “I wouldn’t be surprised,” Bettie said with a look in that direction. “In fact, I’d be way more surprised if she wasn’t telling her, if not right now then before the night is out.”

  “Will you wait up for me?” I asked in an attempt to change the subject. I guess I was okay with Bettie and Marcella bringing Jackie up to speed about what went on since she went on her trip, as long as Jackie is as cool with everything as she said she’d be before she left. Bottom line for me is that I don’t want to be walking into a shitstorm when I get home from work.

  “Of course,” she said with a warm smile. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself again,” she added, which made me wonder, not for the first time and certainly not for the last if she was being completely honest with me when she told me she doesn’t feel jealous about Marcella and me. And we haven’t even added Jackie to the mix yet.

  Fuck.

  But I didn’t say anything – I didn’t have time. If I wasn’t out the door in the next five minutes, I’d be late for work, something my boss gets all kinds of bent out of shape about, not so much with me but just in general. His favorite expression is ‘if you’re not early, you’re late.’

  And lately, I’ve been late way too often.

  “I can’t wait, Betts,” I said without going into any further details. I kissed her quickly, which prompted a slight moan of disappointment from her which made me smile. I patted her head and left.

  The Friday dinner shift can be a nightmare at the restaurant, mostly because people can be fried by the week that just ended. Sometimes they go too far the other way, intent on starting the weekend off with a bang and getting carried away. But that night I got lucky – nobody made a scene or got falling down drunk or started a fight over who-knows-what. I didn’t have much time to dwell on what was going on at the apartment, either, as we were busy nonstop until pretty close to the last call. I had already asked my manager if I could duck out early and he gave me permission so I was out the door before anyone could change their mind.

  I walked the short distance to the apartment with my nerves on edge as I was able to think about what might be in store for me. I’d pretty much moved into the apartment two weeks ago and began sleeping with Marcella on Monday night. To say it went well is a massive understatement. Marcella is an incredibly sexy woman and completely different from Bettie in style and temperament. Plus, after she and I spent one night together, just the two of us, Marcella joined Bettie and me in our bedroom for the rest of the week, which was a dream come true for me and Bettie. Me, because I’d never slept with two women at the same time before, Bettie because she’s had a crush on Marcella for some time.

  On top of those high expectations, the reality of our nights together couldn’t have been more perfect. Marcella was an amazingly generous lover with both me and Bettie, something I’m still getting used to as I’ve never been with women who love sex as m uch as they do. I’d had a few girlfriends before I got serious with Bettie a few months ago and none of them compared to my two current lovers in any way. Bettie can’t get enough of me and I feel the same way about her, while Marcella has what I can only describe as a European attitude towards sex in that, as she put it, if it feels good then why the hell not go for it, which suited me just fine.

  But now that Jackie was back in town – why does the old song Mack the Knife always start playing in my head whenever I think of that phrase? – I’m worried that everything will fall apart. Not just because as complicated as a threesome can be I can’t even imagine how to navigate a foursome, should it come to that. I’m somewhat tempted to suggest that we all just pair off if that’s the way everyone wants things to happen, but a part of me – a big, disgusting, selfish part of me, make no mistake – wants to be in bed with three beautiful women at the same time. Was that wrong? Probably. Dangerous? Undoubtedly. Guaranteed to happen if I get my way? You’re damn right.

  All these thoughts were banging around in my head without mercy all the way back to the apartment, so that by the time I arrived at the door, I’d made no decisions about what I was going to do, assuming I had any say in what was about to go down. So I just let myself into the apartment and braced myself.

  Only to find that the living room was dark and deserted. I didn’t see any light coming from under Marcella’s bedroom door or Jackie’s but the light in Bettie and my bedroom was on so I just walked across the ridiculously large living room to see what was what. Bettie was lying on our bed in her bathrobe and watching TV but as soon as I walked into the room she grabbed the remote and shut it off.

  “Hey, how was work?” she asked in a too-innocent tone that made me smile.

  “It was fine. How was your evening?” I cocked an eyebrow at her and she scrambled off the bed to come to me, which was a huge relief, I was surprised to discover. We hugged and kissed before she took my hand and led me back to the bed where we sat side by side and she turned to face me. I gave her a look and she laughed gently.

  “It’s all good, Oliver. No need to look like a man on his way to the gallows.” I forced a smile and she patted my arm. “Really, it’s okay.”

  “I believe you, Bettie. Just tell me how everything went.”

  She smiled again but it was different this time, as if she knew something I didn’t know and she wasn’t going to share it with me. Which turned out to be pretty much the case.

  “Well, the three of us had a long talk and we all decided that the best thing to do would be for Marcella and Jackie to have some alone time tonight and then we’ll all get together in the morning to talk about it.” She put her head on my shoulder and stroked my arm. “You okay with that?”

  “Do I have any choice in the matter?”

  “No, I’m afraid you don’t.”

  2

  I had only been in the apartment full time for a couple of weeks but I’ve already learned to look forward to breakfast on Saturdays. Bettie went all out, something she started doing for her father when she was a young girl after her mother died, by making way too much food that was way too tasty and fattening, although the last part didn’t bother me at all. Marcella and Jackie berated her every week but in a good-natured way and Bettie took it as such. We just moaned and groaned as we scarfed down her waffles, bacon, hash browns, and croissants until we were stuffed and almost ready to go back to bed with insulin hangovers.

  Jackie’s first day back after a week’s absence seemed to push Bettie to do even more for her return and she busied herself in the kitchen making three kinds of pastries, from scratch, to make sure she drove the point home. I cooled my heels on the sofa, banished from the kitchen as usual, while Jackie and Marcella took their sweet time emerging from their bedrooms. Or bedroom – I never was clear on who slept where with those two.

  “You sure I can’t help?” I called out to Bettie as I watched something on YouTube. I knew the answer before I asked so I wasn’t surprised when she told me to stay put and relax. I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen as I waited for her roommates to emerge so we could have ‘the talk’.

  I’d pressed Bettie after we made love the night before about how things went while I was at work but she put me off again, just like when I first got home. For a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve most of the time, she can tap a deep reserve of steely resolve when she puts her mind to it. I didn’t press too hard, of course, but I did want some sort of heads-up on what to expect in the morning. The fact that she gave me nothing did little to relieve my anxiety.

  I bounced off the couch to get another cup of coffee just as Marcella and Jackie emerged from Jackie’s bedroom, their arms wrapped tightly around each others’ waists and their smiles sweet and sexy. Their hair had that just-fucked look I love but I kept that to myself and wondered if I’d totally misjudged Marcella. After she and I had spent just one night together, I became convinced that there was no way she could possibly be a lesbian, or even bi-sexual, she loved my dick so much. Or, is she didn’t and it was all an act, then she deserved an Oscar for her ear-splitting screams of ecstasy as I fucked her. Repeatedly.

  But here she was, canoodling with Jackie as if dicks were the furthest thing from her mind. I was sure it must have been the case at that moment, which didn’t bode well for me ever getting back into her bed. I wanted to kick myself for thinking that way – I kept asking Bettie how she could share me when in fact it was almost all I could think of once it happened. And now we were supposedly going to discuss adding Jackie to the mix, which made me wonder if my head was going to explode. So I just kept my mouth shut and waited for Jackie, who seemed to run the show in the apartment when she was there, to start things off.

  I didn’t have to wait long.

  “So, Oliver,” she said with a look and smirk, first at me and then at Marcella. “I hear you and my girlfriend here got to know each other while I was away this past week.” I studied her closely for any signs of ill will, repressed jealousy, or outright animosity and saw nothing, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think that just because I couldn’t see it, that didn’t mean any or all of it didn’t exist. I did, however, take too long to answer her, not that she’d asked a question or anything. “What’s the matter, Oliver? Cat got your tongue?” She smirked at me again and I’m sure I blushed hard. That was confirmed when she turned to Marcella and asked, “Isn’t he cute when he’s embarrassed?”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” Marcella said with a smirk of her own. She reached across the table for my hand and gave it a squeeze, which was even more embarrassing, I have to admit. I wondered if living with these three women would always be so uncomfortable for me.

  Bettie picked that moment to come to the table with three plates loaded with breakfast, a much needed distraction. She then went a step further and frowned at Jackie.

  “You said you were going to be nice to Oliver,” she said with an exaggerated pout.

  “I am being nice,” Jackie exclaimed with a laugh. “In fact, I think once we finish eating I’ll take him to bed and be all kinds of nice to him. What do you think, Oliver? Does that sound good to you?”

  I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open before I had the presence of mind to nod. Then, a beat too late, I added, “Yeah, that sounds great, Jackie.”

  “You won’t mind if I borrow your man, will you Betts?” she asked with a syrupy tone that almost made my teeth hurt, all while she kept her eyes locked on mine and with a sexy smile that made me hard just looking at her. Fuck, this woman was something else. But I forced myself to look around the table to see how the other two women were reacting. Marcella was smiling like crazy but Bettie wasn’t, which hit me hard.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked her, knowing it sounded ridiculous but she’s the one who told me she wanted this to happen.

  “I guess I was hoping I’d get to join you two,” Bettie whispered, which blew me away.

  “Seriously?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

  Jackie just laughed at Bettie. “No way, Jose. I get him all to myself the first time, just like Marcella did.”

  I didn’t know what to say. A session with Jackie alone struck me as a dream come true and intimidating as all get out. I didn’t seem to have much of a say in the matter, which, I decided, was probably a blessing in disguise. I figured if Bettie was having any second thoughts about me being alone with her alpha-dog roommate, I could use the excuse that I was just following orders, which felt like it was exactly the case.

 

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