Sharing Hannah

The others were nodding their heads, as if it really were that simple.

“Okay…”

“So when you joined the site,” asked Adam, a little suspiciously, “were you actually interested in poly? Or just us?”

“Both,” I answered truthfully.

“What’s attractive to you about the lifestyle?”

Lifestyle… Now there was a word I needed to remember for my article.

“Well aside from the obvious,” I said coyly, “I like the idea of three times the attention. Three times the friendship, the companionship, the fun and excitement. Having three different boyfriends, there’s always going to be something going on.”

My answer must’ve been acceptable, because they seemed to like it. Besides, it wasn’t that far from the truth, anyway.

“I’ve dated guys,” I went on, “who told me I was just too much for them. I was too demanding. Too overbearing. I wanted to go out more than they did, or I had more energy than them. And if I’m being honest, I haven’t found a guy who could keep up with my sex drive,” I finished. “Not even close.”

I stopped, and realized all three of them were staring at me. Looking me up and down with all new eyes.

“Uhh, maybe I said too much,” I giggled.

Adam only shook his head.

“Not even close,” he smiled.

Five

ADAM

She was as sexy as she was beautiful, with brains to match. Adorable and funny, not to mention wildly flirtatious, even on a first date as intimidating as this one.

In other words, she was absolutely perfect for us.

“So… what happens now?”

It was cute, seeing her struggle through the motions. Watching her curiosity override her caution, as she moved ever closer to what she wanted. We’d decided beforehand to go slowly. To not overwhelm her, or scare her away.

Then again, she’d answered our ad. She knew exactly what she was getting into.

“We finish our coffee,” I said, answering her question.

“And then?”

“Then we take you out,” Dante cut in. “Buy you dinner. Charm the pants off of you.”

She laughed, and it was musical. “And what if I’m not hungry?”

“You will be by the time we eat,” Dante countered.

Hannah seemed to consider this, squinting slightly while looking us over. “I see. And what if I’m not wearing any pants?”

She wasn’t. She had on the cutest blue and white skirt that ended mid-thigh, showing off a very shapely pair of smooth, freshly-shaved legs.

“Then we’re already halfway there,” I winked.

I saw her open her mouth, probably to ask what we were halfway to. She didn’t though. The latest bout of flirting ended in a wry smile.

“Fine,” said the beautiful blonde goddess sitting before us. She set down her coffee cup, which to our surprise, was already empty. “Let’s go.”