The four men met for supper at the Union, taking their trays to a table in a corner. When they had settled down, Saul said, “Thanks for coming, Tom and Alex. We all know we´re here because of Anne and Mary. Both of you met them before either Will or me. I thought it might be a good start if we all tell how we met these ladies.”
As they ate, each one told how he had come to know the two women. Saul´s tale of near disaster with Anne broke the group up with laughter, and Will re-created his museum tour with relish, telling how he had used every opportunity to appreciate their lovely bodies – up to and including having them pose for him.
Tom said, “Saul, you used to swim in High School, I know. I used to write sports coverage for my school paper, and I did a couple of round-ups on the regional swimming scene. Saw you swim once, saw your picture a few times, too.”
“Thanks, Tom. I had a lot of fun swimming, but, like Anne, I gave it up when I came here. Things like college or swimming – I can only be excellent at one of those. Takes too much time, and I figured, if I went for serious swimming, I´d be 30 and out of work. Not too attractive.”
“Yeah, of course, by the time you´re a senior in high school, you´re either national champion or you´ve already made that decision.”
“Or had it made for you,” Saul replied. “Families push kids into the championship race, and they either go or they don´t. My folks asked me long ago how badly I wanted to try, and we talked about it for a few weeks. I finally said ‘no´. Tempting, though. You planning to look at journalism, Tom?”
“No,” Tom answered. “Not really sure what. I´m trying Economics, but there´s plenty of time to make a decision. First thing is to survive freshman year... Hell! Survive the first semester.”
Alex spoke up. “Will, I´ve seen your work at the Art School – before I saw the stuff you did of Mary and Anne. I do some computer graphics.”
“Thought your face was familiar. I managed to challenge out of the basic graphics course, so maybe that´s why I don´t know you better.”
“I like what you did of Mary. You´ve really caught who she is.”
“Thanks. That´s what I love about drawing – trying to pull the person out of the paper.”
Saul said, “If we´re all finished, let´s clear off and get some coffee. I´ve got something I want to talk over.”
When they had settled down with coffee, Tom said, “I know you´ve got something on your mind, Saul, or we wouldn´t all be here. And it has to be about Anne´s study group idea, they sort of brought it up with us last night...”
“Let´s be up front.” Alex put in, “Both Tom and I assume you two have been sleeping with Anne and Mary. And you probably know we have, too.”
Will grinned, “Well, that certainly covers the basics. Yes, we´re all screwing Anne and Mary. And we like it.”
“You´re right, there,” Tom said.
“Well,” Saul said, “the question before the house is this. You know about Anne´s study group in high school?” Tom and Alex nodded. “The girls asked Will and me to talk with you guys and see if you want to start a study group here – the four of us and the two of them.”
“They mentioned the idea, as I said. How come they didn´t ask us?” Alex wanted to know.
Will answered. “I don´t know why, but – believe it or not – I think they somehow felt embarrassed. They didn´t seem to know how to go about asking you two to share their bed with us, so I volunteered to get us together.”
“Weird,” Tom muttered. “Just goes to show.”
“What?” Saul asked.
“Well, we´ve been fucking them, screwing them – whatever – for a while now...”
“I think Tom was first. With Mary,” Alex volunteered.
“…and neither of us has thought we were the only ones they slept with. Does that sound funny?”
“Well, depends what you mean by it,” Will said tolerantly.
“Yeah. What I mean is that they´re both honest and open. They work hard, they like sex – lots of it – and they´re totally honest about it. It simply never occurred to me I might be the only one screwing the two of them. On the other hand, they don´t say, ‘We were fucking Saul and Will last night´...”
“I think I know,” Alex said. “They know we know they have other lovers. But they don´t rub our noses in it, don´t want us to think – not for a moment – that we aren´t just what they need or that we aren´t enough for them.”
Saul nodded. “Just what I think. And there´s this, too. They don´t want anyone to think they´re promiscuous or easy lays – even though we all got laid with blinding speed, once they´d made up their minds about us.”
“Hey,” said Will, “I never heard it made you go blind. I thought that was from jerking off.” It got a laugh.
“I haven´t had much need for that, lately,” Alex said.
“Well, it´s still fun, now and then, especially with one of them,” Tom added.
“Say, there´s something else I want to ask. I like sketching Anne and Mary – you know that – and I don´t really want to stop. You guys mind if I sketch you? Even when you´re getting laid?”
Neither Tom nor Alex objected.
Alex spoke up quietly. “Know something, guys? We are all sleeping with two women who chose us, who really like us, really care about us. They´re people who don´t settle for less than the best in any department. They want quality work from us, quality sex, and lots of fun. Is that an offer or isn´t it?”
“I´m in, too,” Tom said. “Uh, they say anything about this girl, Sigrid, I´m seeing?”
“No,” said Will, “but if they don´t mind, why should we?”
“Uh, just for the record,” Saul said, “– I´m kind of compulsive – we´re agreed that we join Anne and Mary´s study group, share the work, figure out the rules with them as we go along, have as much fun as we can. We all sleep with them when, as, and how they want. For as long as it lasts. Have I got it right?”
There was a chorus of assents.
Tom spoke up. “Just one other thing.”
“What?” Saul asked, mild concern showing.
“Which one of you was smart enough to set up that bed? You deserve the Nobel Prize.”