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Naughty #teXXXt Tessa
“I have some bad news.” Jenny stood in the front of the conference room, a room filled with tables, paper, files, and most of our office supplies, a serious frown marred her features. We rarely used the room for anything other than days like today, when Jenny, our student newspaper adviser, had news that we all needed to hear at the same time. Usually news we didn’t want to hear, and I squirmed in my seat, uneasy.I stared at her face, saw the worry lines at the corners of her gray eyes, mostly hidden behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and noted how flushed her face was. She’d either hit early menopause or she was worried. Her pencil-straight black hair, cut in a short bob just at her chin, gave her a severe look, but she wasn’t at all. Normally, she was quite playful, helpful, and kind. Today, however, she was worried, and it showed in everything she did, especially when she started to wring her hands together. I tapped my favorite pen, a bright orange, thick enamel pen my dad b
Naughty #teXXXt Tessa
I couldn’t focus on the conversation the two girls were having, they were looking at clothes that they wanted me to try on when we got to the mall in a few days. All I could think about was the fact that the paper needed the money.“What size pants do you wear, Tessa?” Cheryl asked while she stared at her iPhone’s screen avidly.“An 8 or a 10, just depends,” I replied, not really paying attention, I was proud to say my new size. I’d done well to watch my weight and lose a few pounds in the last year. It’d helped me a little bit with my confidence when I came here, but obviously hadn’t helped my closet. It was true, that most of my clothes were in my old size, there was something satisfying with wearing something that didn’t fit. Pants that were too tight, were now joggers. Then again, they weren’t sexy, I wasn’t a Tomboy, but maybe they were right, I should have been focusing on clothes not worrying about the paper which was all I seemed to do morning, noon and night.That was when it
Naughty #teXXXt Tessa
The polyamory idea was still on my mind a few hours later. I’d showered, changed into pajamas, and made myself a rather large chocolate daquiri to sip on as I stared at my computer, trying to find new ideas that didn’t involve me asking awkward questions. I wasn’t afraid to ask them, but if I could talk to people about a subject I knew fuck all about that would be great. My curiosity was piqued, however, and about an hour into useless research on improving newspaper subscription numbers I typed in the words: ‘polyamory’ and ‘stories’. I expected my search results would be full of pornography, but there were some really good articles that gave me some ideas. I wasn’t sure how the idea would go over at the paper. I’d have to run it by Jenny, of course, but she couldn’t dictate the subjects we chose. I was more worried about the other writers at the paper, what kind of grief I’d get from them. I heard the front door open, and the sound of keys being pulled out of the front door. I look
Naughty #teXXXt Tessa
How do you go about asking a girl to let you interview her about her sex life?I wondered as I stared at my computer screen as if it had all the answers to my questions? I looked at the text I’d inserted into the box on the wanted page of the online version of the school paper. ISO female between 18-21 involved in a polyamorous relationship for interview.Great! Who would apply for that, and the problem was that I didn’t have the right line to attract the right interviewees. I sighed as I felt as if I was way out of my league. What did I know about sex, apart from what I would find online or I’d see in a porno? Girls want to share your story? Have more than one man; then, you’re wanted for an exclusive interview.No, that didn’t have the right feel either. “Errh!” I screamed at my screen. I knew nothing about sex, let alone had any personal feelings about what it would mean to have a man or two or even more. I'd read that some women had up to seven guys. That’s just crazy! What w
Naughty #teXXXt Archie
I never expected Monday would become my favorite day of the week. Friday, when my classes finished sure. Saturday when I could sleep in a little late, or go hang out before practice started, definitely. But a Monday? Nah, I never saw that shit coming. Even if I did see little Miss Tessa every single Monday morning in my communications class. She was a hot little piece and I wanted her, but all she ever seemed to think about was the school paper and her journalism career. She never went to parties, not any that I ever went to, anyway, and if the subject wasn’t about class or the paper, then she didn’t have time for it. I liked her though, even if she barely knew I existed, which was truly hard to imagine. I was Archie Bannister, one of the Bannister triplets, the oldest, and according to more than a few of the ladies on campus, the hottest. Even if we were all identical. I pulled out my notebook from my backpack and tried to get the attention of the tiny little brunette who had fille
Naughty #teXXXt Tessa
Oh my God, the craziest thing happened, and I couldn’t get over it. Archie was offering a chance for me to be part of a threesome, no, a foursome. The whole idea of it sounded nuts.He thought that this was some kind of game.A joke.Just like all the others who were sending me messages and playing with my mind, they didn’t realize what was at stake, or rather they didn’t care. They just thought that I was after someone because I was some kind of perv. They didn’t care that I needed this to save the paper the one thing that meant probably more to me than life itself.Well maybe, not quite. But for sure, part of me would die if I didn't get what I needed to keep it alive.I was headed to class and feeling as if I had the weight of the world on my shoulders when my phone rang. I didn’t even look at Caller ID. Something that I’d been doing lately in case someone else felt the need to call me up and insult me or offer me the chance to star in their home-made movie. Who does that?“Yes!”
Naughty #teXXXt Pete
It was a rainy Tuesday morning and I glared out of the window at the clouds that dripped silver drops all over the world outside. Stupid rain. I hated walking in the rain, but I’d have to in order to get to class in a little while.“Pete,” Archie called with a happy smile on his face as he came into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee from the pot I’d made. “How are you, brother?” “I’m good, Archie. What has you so happy this morning?” I asked and sipped at my own cup of coffee. Milk, no sugar, thank you.Archie added a single spoon of sugar and then a little milk before he turned to me, his smile even broader now.“I’ve got Tessa on the line and I’m going to reel her in when I get to class, later.” That grin oozed cocky certainty. I could reproduce it if I wanted to, but it wasn’t me. That was Archie’s role, the confident, boastful guy who got his way. Me? I played second string to his first string on the football team. Our brother Ron was on the college’s team as well, but neither
Naughty #teXXXt Ron
I wasn’t as anxious as Archie or Pete over this new girl who may or may not enter our lives. Archie positively glowed with anticipation as he left the house yesterday morning while Pete was all but giddy. I frowned as I walked down the wet sidewalk to the hall where my class was held, annoyed that it was still raining. The sound of the rubber soles of my shoes made me wince every now and then as the rubber squeaked against a wet patch.I readjusted my bag against my shoulder and pushed hair off my forehead. I needed to say calm, I reminded myself, my brothers need me. It was something I’d reminded myself of often throughout our lives together. Archie was the daredevil, Pete was eager to measure up, though he was more careful than Archie ever dreamed about being.It was up to me to be the sensible one, to keep us from harm, and I took that job seriously. Our parents worked hard, and we’d often stayed with our grandparents, our dad’s parents, while our parents worked long hours in their
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