Chapter One

 

"Stop staring at my girlfriend's ass."

Nick turned and raised his head, then reached up to accept the beer as Dean handed it to him, then sat on the chair next to him.

"But it's such a gorgeous ass," he replied, turning his head back to admire the ass in question.

Kayla Stewart was gorgeously blonde, with thick, soft hair hanging halfway down her back. She had an hourglass body with breasts which were noticeably larger than her frame would otherwise suggest. And a tight, taut, round ass which was currently well-displayed in a tiny black thong.

"So stare at your own girlfriend's ass. She's got a great one."

"How would you know?" Nick asked with a smirk.

Dean snorted.

Emily was a slightly more slender, slightly smaller-busted version of Kayla, only with long red hair instead of the blonde. Her hair was a little more wavy and she had a lot more bangs than the blonde she was currently cavorting on the edge of the pool with, but she definitely had a great ass.

As they watched, Kayla won the wrestling match they'd been having and Emily squealed as she was thrown into the pool. That Kayla would win was a foregone conclusion. She was extremely athletic and very into sports, which was how Dean had met her. Dean was on the football team at UCLA.

Emily, meanwhile, was a poet; soft spoken, gentle, sweet and kind. She was in good shape, but she wasn't an athlete. Besides, she just wasn't nearly as aggressive as the blonde girl.

The blonde bent over a bit, laughing down at the redhead as she sputtered and came to the surface, and that gave both of them an even better view of her mostly naked bottom. Then she jumped into the pool to join the redhead.

"I know what you're thinking," Dean said.

"I know what you're thinking," Nick replied.

They both snorted.

Both had talked about getting the girls together, of course. It was one of their favorite fantasies. Unfortunately, neither girl had shown much interest in sex with another girl, despite all the hints. Nor had either shown a lot of interest in threesomes - or foursomes.

"Well, we are brothers," Nick said.

They weren't, in fact, brothers. They looked nothing like each other. Dean was tall and muscular and shave-headed, his skin gleaming black. Nick was also an athlete, but a swimmer. He was more slender, though quite athletic, and his hair was long and brown.

But they were frat brothers at Delta Phi Delta, and had been roommates for two years.

"I would love to get between the legs of your hot little redhead," Dean said.

"And I'd love to bend your gorgeous blonde over and hammer her from behind."

"Now all we have to do is persuade them to agree."

They both sighed.

"Was a time women knew their place, and did what their man told em'," Dean growled.

"Was a time you darkies did what us white people told you too."

Dean glared at him. "Don't go bringing up shit that gets in the way of my complaint, prick."

Nick smirked. "I did have an idea, though."

"You? Amazing."

"Domination and submission."

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"We fuck their brains out, and then they do whatever we want."

"Uh huh. Hate to tell you this, dude, but I been fucking Kayla's brains out all year and she still don't do what I want."

"No, no, you dumb football ape, that isn't what I meant. What we have to do is persuade them that what we want, is what they want. And the way to do that, is to get them all excited."

"Uh huh."

"Like Pavlov's dogs, man."

"Like who's whats?"

"Shit. Don't they teach you engineering types anything past how to tie your shoes?"

"Eat me, business boy."

"Pavlov conducted experiments in behavioral modification. Basically, every time he rang a little bell, he gave his dogs a tasty treat. After a while, they started to salivate just from hearing the bell. It was an unconscious reaction to what they felt was coming."

"Uh huhhh," Dean said, staring at him and frowning.

"Okay, how about this. Suppose every time you tied Kayla up she had wild, multiple orgasms?"

"I already give her wild multiple orgasms."

"But if you only did that when she was tied up, then after a while, just tying her up would turn her body on and get it all hot and ready and wet."

"Just looking at me does that, dude."

"I've started trying it with Emily."

"You been tying up Emily?" Dean stared in surprise. "I wouldn't have thought she'd let you do that, her being this big feminist type and all."

"She trusts me not to do anything she doesn't want. And she's a reader, someone with a big imagination. So I play on that. What I do is tease her and kind of play with her. I tell her she's my sex slave, or my prisoner and I'm going to torture her. I get her all hot and bothered, you know. I mind fuck her before I fuck her body"

"I'd love to see a video of that!"

"You ever try to tie Kayla up?"

Dean shook his head. "Black dudes who tie up white girls isn't an image that goes over well in the broader community, man."

"Yeah, but you guys have been going together several months. See if you can persuade her. Girls... like to be scared... a little."

"What?"

"Not really scared. They want to be scared safely. Like going on a roller coaster where you know nothing bad is really gonna happen. Tie her up and pretend you're some evil Black gang member gonna pimp her out. Or you're gonna invite all your football player friends in to jump her, or you're gonna sell her to some white slave outfit that'll ship her to Africa."

Dean laughed out loud.

"Man, you are some kind of pervert!"

"Yeah, because I read a lot too."

"And what will all this shit get us?"

"Obedient girlfriends, at least in bed, who love kinky shit. And maybe, when Kayla and Emily are our eager little sex slaves with their pussies getting hot at all the nasty suggestions we make about what we're gonna do to them, maybe they'll be more open to a threesome - or a girl on girl episode. How'd you like to have them both on their knees naked in front of us, their hands tied behind their backs?"

The girls had just climbed out of the water, and were, coincidentally, both reaching up and back to wring the water out of their long hair. That accentuated their lush young bodies, especially as they arched their backs and their breasts strained against the small bikini tops they wore.

They saw the guys watching them and looked at each other, then smirked. Kayla turned and stuck her tongue out at them, and Emily followed suit.

"See? We got them working together already," Nick said.

"This domination stuff, does that include spanking their pretty asses?"

"Definitely," Nick replied.

"Sounds like an interesting plan, bro."

"So make sure when you're fucking Kayla, you do it like... you're the boss, like putting her face down and ass up and pinning her hands together. I like pulling on Emily's hair, too. The message you need to send to her is like, you're the boss, you're the alpha male, and she's your bitch, and has to do whatever you want."

"Man, Kayla isn't gonna go for that kinda shit."

"In bed, she will, once you got her worked up. Chicks get hot for powerful men in bed. And you can pretend it's just a game. Talk dirty to them. Tell Kayla she's your slut. Make her say she's your slut, or your bitch. If she's worked up by then she'll do it, and it'll turn her on. Emily said it turns her on when she says it."

"Man, I wish you had some videos of this! I'd love to see that hot redhead saying shit like that!"

"Wouldn't you love to see that hot blonde saying shit like that to you?"

"Yeah," Dean said, staring at Kayla. "You bet your ass."

***

"What do you think they're saying?" Emily asked.

"Probably what bitches we are," Kayla replied. "And how hot and sexy we are."

Emily flushed slightly at the words. She wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of herself as a sex object! Oh, part of her was. Part of her rather liked how lovely and sexy her body was, and liked it that boys turned and looked when she walked into a room. But that certainly went against her feminist sensibilities that she ought to be admired for her intellect and personality, not her body!

"Boys are pigs," she sighed.

"You're just finding this out now?" Kayla asked in amusement.

She tossed her head towards where the guys were sitting in the shade.

"They've probably been elbowing each other and saying - she deepened her voice - "

Hey, look how hot mine is! No, look how hot mine is!'

"You're terrible," Emily said, smiling.

"I'm a teenage blonde in a thong bikini," Kayla said. "If guys aren't thinking I'm hot then I'm doing something wrong."

The words troubled Emily.

"But you're supposed to be admired for your mind and personality and accomplishments, not having -"

"A nice rack? Think of the rack as the front cover, Em. It draws the reader in to pick up the book, but if there's nothing in the book they'll eventually get bored and put it down."

"I don't understand."

"Being admired for your body doesn't mean you can't also be admired for your personality. But you can't expect boys to know what your personality is before they go up to you at a party and invite you to dance. All they're going by then is... the book cover."

"It's all very... sexist," Emily said disapprovingly.

"And you're wearing that thong to be admired for your intellect?"

Emily flushed. "It's a private pool! I wouldn't wear it otherwise!"

Kayla grinned. "But you don't mind having a nice ass."

"Well... no but..."

"If you looked at your ass in a mirror would you non-judgmentally say it was a great ass? And don't even pretend you haven't done it."

"Well... I suppose," she said reluctantly.

"Then you can't really blame guys for thinking the same thing when you're in a thong. Besides, if I'm being honest, I went home with Dean because he had such broad shoulders and a powerful chest. I wanted to see what a huge, muscular guy like him would be like in bed."

Emily flushed again.

"And it was worth it," Kayla said with a smirk.

"Such sexual judgments are based on instinctive feminine needs for protection and for selecting a strong provider to care for them and their children," Emily said. "They have no application in this day and age."

"Uh huh. And you went home with Nick for the first time because he was such a sweet talker. And that had nothing to do with his great ass."

"Kayla!"

"I'm not blind, Em."

They wandered over to where the boys sat.

"And what have you two been up to?" Kayla demanded.

"Talking about the football team's chances this year," Nick said.

"Yeah, right."

"You want a beer, K?" Emily asked.

"Yes, please."

Emily wandered into the house while Kayla sat across Dean's lap.

"You're all wet, babe," Dean said.

"You never complained about that before," Kayla said with arched eyebrow.

Nick laughed and Dean grinned.

"Cold and wet is different from hot and wet," Dean said.

He reached up his girlfriend's back and gripped her hair firmly in his big fist, then jerked her head down suddenly, kissing her passionately on the lips.

Kayla gasped, eyes widening, then feeling a sense of breathlessness as his tongue flitted past her lips and she squirmed atop his lap. But when his other hand came up and cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze she felt a jolt of embarrassment and jerked away, pushing his hand down.

"Dean!" she said, glaring as her face colored.

He grinned smugly.

"I can't help it if you have fantastic tits, babe."

"Well, you have a fantastic dick but I don't grab it in front of people," she said in annoyance.

"Feel free."

Emily came out with two beers, in glasses, unlike the bottles the men were drinking from, and handed one to Kayla. Then she wandered over to stand next to Nick. He slid his hand up and down her back, caressing it lightly, then gave her butt a squeeze. He dropped his hand before she could react and she frowned a bit but did nothing.

Nick had been moving into business marketing this year, and learning a lot about psychology, and what motivates people. Or in other words, how to persuade them to do what you wanted them to do. Lately he'd been reading about how you could get away with doing things people didn't like, as long as they weren't particularly annoyed, and they weren't forced to put up with it for long, or at least, didn't think about it.

A small additional charge to their bill, small, irritating, but nothing to really get upset at, particularly if most people spent very little time inspecting the bill.

He'd been grabbing Emily's ass in public and semi public a lot lately, but always drawing his hand back before she could really get annoyed or upset. He was trying to get her used to it, getting her to accept it since it happened so often and was always over fast.

He wasn't entirely sure how she would react if she knew he was making her the subject of his psychological tests, but he didn't think she'd be entirely happy.

Best she not know then.

"We were actually saying how lucky we were to land two such gorgeous girlfriends," Nick said. "Both of them 10s."

Kayla snorted in amusement, not unhappy. Emily made a face but didn't object.

"You are lucky," Kayla said. "Especially since you two are maybe sixes."

"Six?"

"Seven on a really good day."

Dean gave her a look. "You know what a thong bottom is good for, baby?"

"What's that?"

"Spanking your bare ass."

"Ha," she said mockingly.

Dean took her drink from her hand, surprising her, and then just as she started to realize his intent he swung her around and over.

"Hey! Don't you dare!" she squealed!

But there was little she could do against the big football player, and she was already face down across his lap!

Crack!

He slapped her bottom, loud enough to produce a yelp as he stung her, but not hard enough to really annoy her. Then he let her scramble away from him as he smirked at her.

"Asshole!"

He laughed, as did Nick.

"You two are terrible," Emily said with a slight smile.

Kayla, meanwhile, had picked up the spray bottle of water she'd put there to cool off while she tanned, and sprayed it on Dean. He jumped up and she squealed and ran for the pool. They both jumped in and he soon caught her, but there was more kissing than spanking, especially since her bottom was safely under water.

Nick slid his hand up and kneaded Emily's buttocks as she stood there.

She turned an gave him a reproving look, but didn't object since no one could see.

"Maybe I'll give you a spanking tonight," he said teasingly.

Emily flushed slightly, but felt a hot little thrum of excitement at the thought.

He had slapped her bottom a number of times lately, mostly when she was on her hands and knees and he was doing her from behind. It felt so... animal-like to be taken like that! Especially since he was able to get sooo deep!

It made her feel like a wild woman! Like something out of time and history! Being taken by her man!

"But I haven't done anything naughty," she replied.

"I'm sure you will. You're a naturally naughty girl," he said with a grin.

She snorted in amusement.

"How long is your friend going to be out of town?"

"Jeff? Months. He's going to school at Cornell, after all."

"I can't believe he's got a house like this. And he's your age!"

"His parents bought it for him on his eighteenth birthday. Nice to have money."

She snorted and put her arms around him.

"Your parents aren't exactly poor."

"No, but they're not as generous as his."

"Or maybe they're not so eager for you to leave home as his parents were."

"Well, I'm gone anyway. I don't see myself moving back there after school is over."

"You do for the summer."

He nodded.

"I'm hungry," she said suddenly. "Is there food here?"

"Not much rabbit food."

"Stop," she said with a snort. "Salads are not rabbit food. I eat properly! Not like that meat you're always ingesting."

She started for the house and he got up and followed.

"You seem to enjoy ingesting my meat," he said.

She flushed and gave him a reproving look as they stepped through the sliding glass door and went into the kitchen.