I was standing in my bathroom examining my reflection and thinking green really was not my color when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I picked it up, expecting a message from Jessika. Earlier that day, my thirty-one-year-old lover had called and asked me to go out with her and some of her friends for St. Patrick's Day, and I was waiting for her to text me the address to the bar.
The text was not from the curvy brunette, however. It was from Jessi, my other lover. I tapped on the text, and an image popped up. It was a picture of a smiling Jessi, topless. Her modest but perfect breasts were marred by dark red streaks, the start of bruises from my fingers.
"Shit," I mumbled to myself, shaking my head. I was not surprised - the young blonde had all but asked me to bruise her breasts - but I did not like seeing the evidence. Jessi, on the other hand, loved showing me.
"U like? I jilled off 2 this pic. Twice." Her next message read.
"You know how I feel," I replied. Jessi texted back a devil face.
I was thinking about how to respond when another text from my young lover popped up.
"U want to cum here and get my lucky charms? Ive got green body paint."
"I have plans. I am going out with some people."
"Change them. I want to fuck."
I stared at the screen, uncertain how to react to her last message. It was not the bluntness of it-by this point, I was accustomed to Jessi's directness. Rather, it was the forceful tone. Or, at the least, I was imputing such a tone to her message.
"I will not," I sent back, anxious to see what her reply might be.
"I can find someone else," appeared on my screen.
Letting out a breath I had not been aware I was holding, I called the young blonde.
"Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be, Mark?" she snapped, her voice cool.
"So, you are angry."
"Very perceptive, Mark. How did you know?"
"Well, I can hear it now," I sighed, hating the condescension I also detected in her voice. "And I knew something was wrong because of your texts."
"What about my texts?"
"You did not use any textspeak in your last couple of texts. Your language use tends to be more formal when you are angry."
"Interesting. Can I go now? I need to find a hookup for the night."
"You are acting like a spoiled brat," I replied, knowing as soon as they left my mouth that those were the wrong words.
"Fuck you. Oh wait, you'll be fucking her, right?"
"What I will be doing is not the issue, Jessi."
"Yes, it is, because she seems to be getting all the holidays."
I thought about denying that I was going to see Jessika, but I did not want to lie to Jessi. Instead, I chose to be open while also attempting to counter what my young lover was saying.
"I was with you on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Years Day, and Valentine's Day. I am not going to feel bad about being with Jessika for St. Patrick's Day, of all days."
"Don't forget Steak and a Blowjob Day, although I won that one in the end."
"There was nothing to win because there is no contest between you two."
"That may be the stupidest thing you've ever said, Mark," Jessi snarled before the call went dead.
***
"Hey Mark," Jessika called as I approached her. She had texted where to look for her, and I was appreciative of that. What I was expecting to be a bar was actually a crowded club, and I did not think I would have been able to find the brunette and her friends very easily had she not helped me.
"Hi Jessika," I replied as my curvy lover hugged me, crushing her augmented breasts against me.
"I'm glad you're here. Come meet my friends."
Smiling, Jessika grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. As she walked in front of me, I admired the way her black jeans seemed to be molded to her flowing hips and rounded derriere. And her pants went well with a long-sleeve, off the shoulder, dark-green sweater that showed no cleavage but left her shoulders bare while clinging like a second skin to her large bosom. It was no surprise to me that I saw many heads, mostly male, turn to follow our progress through the packed club.
"Here we are," Jessika announced when we reached a booth in which three women sat.
The first person I noticed was Karen, a short-haired woman in her late thirties who had been a classmate of Jessika's and Jessi's. She waved and smiled at me, and I returned the gesture, although I must admit her presence made me a little uneasy. Jessika and I were not doing anything wrong, as she was no longer a student in my class, but I still had some concern about the details of our relationship making their way back to the college administration, as such situations were discouraged.
"You know Karen, of course," Jessika said, turning and grinning at me. "The blonde next to her is my friend Jenna, and the dark-haired beauty across from her is my cousin, Barbara. Jenna and Barbara, this is my friend, Mark."
I shook Jenna's hand first, trying to remember in what context Jessika had mentioned her before. She looked to be in her late twenties, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a thin but attractive face. Like Jessika, she wore a fitted top that showed off an unexpectedly prominent bosom for such a slender woman. Barbara, whose hand I shook next, appeared to be in her late-twenties like Jenna. But any similarity she had to the slender blonde woman ended there. At first glance, Barbara was a slightly thinner and slightly darker complected version of Jessika, although her breasts, while still sizeable, were not as large as her cousin's. On closer inspection, I saw that her face was a little thinner with a longer nose and brown eyes. But when she smiled, she looked like she could have been Jessika's sister rather than her cousin.
Jessika scooted into the booth next to Barbara, leaving room for me to sit on the outside. Once I sat down, my lover snuggled up close to me. I was somewhat surprised by this, given we were with other people, but then I noticed the empty beer mugs on the table. Well, empty except for Karen's, which was about a third full of green liquid.
"So, you're Mark," Jenna grinned at me, her eyes holding an appraising look. "I half-believed Jess had made you up to keep me from setting her up on any more blind dates."
"Oh, that was you," I replied, remembering the context in which I had heard her name before. "You set up the date Jessika went on before the holidays."
"Yep, the one where I texted you from the bathroom," my brunette lover snickered, before kissing me on the cheek. "You were my hero that night. I'm not sure I could've gotten through it without you."
"He wasn't that bad a guy," the blonde sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Nah, he just stared at my boobs all night," Jessika shrugged. "I doubt to this day he knows what color my eyes are."
"Gray," I supplied, which earned me a kiss on the lips from Jessika and a shake of the head from the Jenna.
