Julie spins then whips the object at me with a zipping windmill underhand throw that would be the envy of a pro softball pitcher.

  BAP!

  The object spts into my hands and would have bounced back out onto the floor had my reflexes not been sharpened from starting to toss the frisbee again.

  “Nice catch!” Julie says as she rummages some more.

  “Thanks.”

  I turn the item over on my hands to inspect it. It was little more than a squishy and stretchy tube about nine inches long and made of some sort of super soft rubber like substance. On both ends was an opening, one which looked like a pussy and the other and an anus, and through the translucent peach colored material I can see the center was a tube of various bumps and ridges. It didn’t take me long to figure out what the test of stamina was going to be.

  “A masturbator, huh?” I say. “I always wondered what they felt like.”

  “They’re great. Go ahead and take it for a spin.” She lobs me the bottle of lube she’d just pulled from the drawer. “Might be a bit stretched out for you though.”

  I snatch the bottle out of the air, quietly impressing Julie a second time, and look at it. “Smooth and long sting. Nice.”

  “Yeah, I like that one. Best one for the toys and can generally st through a whole marathon sesh.” Marathon sesh? Uh oh. It kind of fascinated me how Julie was completely unfazed about talking about jerking off. I had the feeling that this was someone you could talk to about pretty much anything and it wouldn’t bother her. “What do you use?”

  “Oh, uhhh…just my hand generally.”

  “Dry?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Sss.” She shakes her head. “You gotta look after your willy, kid. That shit’ll chafe after awhile.”

  “Er, right.” I’d never had anybody speak with me so openly about fapping. Somehow, with Julie, it didn’t feel so weird. “So what’s your favorite, erm, thing to watch while you’re doing it?”

  “Watch?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Yeah. Porn doesn’t do a lot for gals like us. It’s nice but kinda…ft compared to the real thing.” She looks me up and down. “You’re looking like some primo jerkbait today, if you don’t mind me sayin..”

  “He he, I don’t mind.” I flex my dick to make it twitch.

  “MM MMM!” She gives her head a shake then turns to close the drawer. “When I am in the mood my spank bank is all gay shit.” Ignoring the coffee mugs on the counter Julie instead grabs us a couple of sports drinks from out of her fridge and sets them on the little table beside the sofa. When she catches me staring at her still rock hard cock she gnces down to mine and shoots me a wink. “A lot of twinks and twunks. Though I can get down for some bear action too, as long as he’s the bottom.”

  “No women, huh?”

  “Hulgh!” She mimics retching.

  “Woah!” I chuckle. “Are they that bad?”

  “Dude. There’s something you should know about us, Elliot.” She says. “In general we can’t stand so-called regur women. Trans women, fuck yes! Those dickless bitches though? HLGH!”

  “Geez!”

  “I mean, to each their own. I’m not judging.” Once more she is looking through a drawer, this time in the kitchen. I make no secret of ogling her naked body as she does so. When she said earlier that she had a great ass she wasn’t lying. “Lily’s got a soft spot for them and I’ve heard of gals like us taking on wives but…brrr!” She shudders and scrunches her nose in disgust. “No thanks.”

  “Lily? Really?”

  “Oh yeah. She’s totally bi or pan or…I dunno. More experimental than the rest of us, that’s for sure. She even tried having a girlfriend once.” She pauses and sighs. “Didn’t end well though. Didn’t help that it was one of Liam’s exes.”

  “What!? Who?”

  “I…probably shouldn’t have told you that.” She cringes. “You never heard that for me!”

  “Of course.” I cross my heart. Frantically I search my memory banks for the girls that I saw with Liam back in the day. It didn’t help much though as there were a lot of them. Liam had always been popur with the dies. Thinking about it though…if Liam was hung anything like me…and if Lily was built anything like Julie or Mia…geeeez! “Huh.”

  “It likely wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Hasn’t since for her. Women like them…” She nods out the window. “…and women like us…” She looks to her dick. “…oil and water.”

  “Really?”

  “I mean, they’re the competition. And we’re hel jealous of them gettin with guys so easy.” Julie pulls a pencil case from the drawer. “And they stink! Ugh. We put up with them because we have to, but it ain’t easy.”

  “Fascinating.”

  “Isn’t it?” She strolls past, dropping the case on the sofa beside me. “If you do end up sticking around don’t be surprised if the fam gets a bit weird when you’re around other women.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “We are…” She grins. “…protective of what’s ours.” With a flip of her finger she turns a little mini-stereo that sat on a tiny bookshelf along the opposite wall. The opening beats of You Need To Calm Down fills the bus. Grooving to the beat Julie turns it up then dances back to me.

  “Oh God, are you a Swifty?”

  “It’s just a song, dude.” She dances closer. Her moves brought to mind Heather’s strip show…and made me miss her terribly. Pying with Julie was fun and made my dick happy, but my heart longed to have my big, soft lover’s arms around me once more. But I stay in the moment though and bob with the beat. “Honey?”

  “No way.” I say. “I’m not giving you any advantages. You gotta beat me fair and square.”

  “She did tell you the honey’s a two-way street, yeah?”

  “I know. No thank you.”

  “Suit yourself. We’ll do it straight.” Julie comes to stand directly in front of me, her thick, throbbing member exactly face height. She pauses a moment then pulls my shorts and underwear from off of my legs. I do not resist. Once I was naked as she was she straddles my legs and sits her weight down onto my thighs. Though our dicks touch she stays back by a foot or so. Picking up the case she pulls out a paper and starts rolling a joint. “You don’t mind?”

  “It’s your house…bus…thing.”

  “Heh!” As she carefully ys out the bud along the paper she is also half looking at me. “You are looking so fine, dude.”

  “I’ve been hearing that a lot tely.”

  “HA! I bet. Well get used to it. Once you’re our honey hole you’re going to be drowning in compliments.” She takes licks the paper and seals up the joint. “Pussy too. Once you’re cimed even Rebecca will start to warm up to ya. You’ll see.”

  “You’re awfully presumptuous.” I quip. “Who says you’re gonna win?”

  With a funny smirk she lights up her spliff and takes a long toke. “Mmmmm.” A sweet smelling cloud of smoke envelopes me as she slowly lets it out through her nostrils.

  “Don’t like vapes?”

  “I’m old school.” She says, smoke still curling from her lips. “It’s a more chill buzz for me.”

  “Nice.”

  She takes another long toke, holds it, then lets it out like smoky dragon’s breath. “Hahhhh.”

  I look to the masturbator in my right hand then the lube in my left. “So we gonna use a stopwatch or…?”

  “He he he.”

  “What?”

  “Nothin, just….he he he!”

  I giggle, though I didn’t know why. “No, come on. What’s so funny? I know the weed can’t be hitting yet.”

  She takes a quick hit then croaks. “I’m just thinking about how much…crrchh…trouble you’re going to get into. Hahhhh.”

  “Trouble?” My face falls. “What?”

  “Heather, man. She’s not cool like us.” Julie says with an evil grin. “When she smells dope on you…he he he.”

  “She doesn’t like weed?”

  “No, man. Not one bit. Total tight ass when it comes to drugs. Smelling it on her boy? Pfff, she’s gonna fucking freak!”

  Freak!? My eyes lock on the smoking joint and I think about how my face and hair had already been infused with the stuff. FUCK! With her super keen sense of smell…there was no way I’d be able to cover it up! Heather was going to be mad at me!!!

  “Fuck! You bitch!” I push her hand away. “Get the fuck offa me!”

  “Ha ha ha ha!”

  “Fuck! Shit! Do you have a shower or…?”

  “Ha ha ha ha!”

  “What are you ughing about!? This is serious!”

  “Dude! Chill.” She titters and sps my chest. “I’m fucking with you.”

  “What?”

  “Heather’s not like that, man. He he he. But I saw that panic in your eyes. True panic.” She pinches my nipple. “You’ve been pyin with me. You’re practically hers already, aren’t ya kid?”

  Slowly it dawns on me that I’d been had. “God damn it.”

  “That is fucking awesome, dude!” Setting the joint to the side she pulls me into a hug! Again I find my face mashed into her tits, our cocks crossed like mismatched swords, and her balls over mine . “Ha ha ha! Right on! YESSSS!!!”

  “Mrmm” I burble through her boobs. “Surprise!”