Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 166

Chapter 166

"Hey dude," Mosche said as you entered the apartment. "Are you and Gemma coming out to the club tonight for Open Mic?"

You sighed and shrugged. "I dunno, Mosche. I'm kind of going on a date with Gemmaand Sabrina tonight and they are planning it together."

"Oh," he said, deflating just a little bit. He'd been standing in the kitchen area of the apartment and looked like he was half-ready to go out for the night, dressed in slacks and dress shoes, but just an undershirt on top. "Well, that's OK I guess. Tasha and I are both going up again, and she has friends coming tonight and I want to look good in front of them."

"Dude, don't stress," you said. "You're a good guy, Tasha seems to like you and you like her. If she likes you, her friends should too, alright?"

"Yeah, I guess," Mosche nodded along with you. "I just don't want this to be a flash-in-the-pan kind of thing, right? If they hate me, then I don't know what'll happen. And what if one of them is the guy that she wants to have a threesome with?"

"I- I dunno about that, dude," you said. "Did you ever make a decision and talk to her about that?"

"Kind of," he said, but you could see his hesitation. "Maybe," he hedged, and then his shoulders slumped. "No."

"Well, you get a say if you want to participate," you told him. "And you get a say in who it's with if you do. And, don't forget, you get a say if you want to be in any sort of relationship with her. If you don't like the idea and she really wants it, maybe that's just a sign you guys aren't compatible in the right areas."

"Yeah, I guess," Mosche said. "But she's really hot and I really like her boobies, and other than thisone thing it's been really great so far."

You couldn't help but facepalm a little. "Did you just say 'boobies'?"

"Well, yeah. She has really great ones," Mosche said. "Like, you kinda saw them that time you walked in, right?"

"Mosche," you said. "Buddy? I tried not to take a good look out of respect. If you want me to comment on Tasha's tits, she's going to have to ask for that herself. But please, for the love of God, never call them her 'boobies' ever again. Especially not to her face."

"What?" Mosche scoffed. "Why not? She likes when I do that."

You tried to reply, but then sighed and shook your head. "You know what, I would have assumed it sounded too childish, but if she says she likes it then what do I know?"

"Are you eating dinner here?" Mosche asked. "Should we order a pizza or something?"

"I dunno," you said. "Let me figure out what's happening tonight for my date and I'll let you know."

"OK," he said, and reached up into the cupboard and took out his peanut butter and grabbed a spoon. "I'll just have a snack then."

"You do that, dude," you sighed, walking down to your bedroom. In all honesty, Mosche wasn't even close to a bad roommate other than the chance of walking in on him doing something inappropriate in the public spaces of the apartment. You could have done far worse for a summer sublease. But still, the dude had somepeculiarities.

You the group chat asking where you were headed and when, and if you should eat dinner at your place.

Gemma: No! Be at my place @ 6:45. Dinner here, then going out.

You sent her back a thumbs up and a heart, and then she sent you back an eggplant, a splash of water and a drooly face, which made you snort a laugh. Then you got another text, this one a picture from Sabrina of both of their bare asses pressed hip-to-hip. You couldn't see between their legs due to the shadows, and you knew they weren't naked since you could see the bottoms of their shirts and their pulled-down underwear, which made you wonder where they even were.

You: Looks like it's a full moon tonight.

You got an eye-roll emoji from Gemma and a crying laughing emoji from Sabrina on that one.

Viewing your clothing options, you were glad that the girls were taking you out shopping tomorrow. For all that you'd come equipped for work and downtime for the summer, you hadn't exactly been planning on going on a ton of dates - even if you'd met just Gemma or just Sabrina, you still wouldn't have been going out as often as you were. You had to wonder if it was additive, like you doubled the number of dates, or if it was a reduced effect. If you added a third girl to this thing, would it add a whole new person worth of dates, or would it just be a fraction added?

"OK, I really need to stop overthinking these things," you said to yourself as you pieced together an outfit. Adding a third person to the relationship. Hah! Like that would make any sense at all. You'd only ever see that in a porno or something, it could never work.

You quickly packed an overnight bag with some fresh undies and socks, a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and your running shoes. Then you tossed in another shirt and some jeans so that the girls could decide what you wore. Then you sighed and packed a work outfit in a separate bag that you could leave at Sabrina's for next week if you stayed over.

Before leaving the apartment you went and knocked on Mosche's bedroom door.

"One sec!" he called.

"It's alright," you called back. "You're on your own for dinner, bud."

"So no pizza?"

"Not unless you get some for yourself. I'm probably not going to be back here until at least tomorrow night, so all the leftovers are yours."

"OK," he said. He opened the door wide, and he'd put on a short-sleeved dress shirt with a fancy design on it. "What do you think of this?"

"That actually looks really good on you," you nodded. "If I don't see you, good luck with Tasha's friends tonight and break a leg on stage."

"Thanks," he grinned, and you knocked knuckles with him. "Good luck with your... threesome date?"

"I don't need luck, Mosche," you said. "I'm in love, and it's fucking amazing."

As you walked back towards the apartment door, you heard Mosche mutter to himself. "Maybe one of Tasha's friends would want to date me, too."

That, you decided, sounded like a disaster waiting to happen if he asked anyone that for real.