“He’s a good man, and I couldn’t understand how my mother could treat him so poorly. I’m not sure how much all that influenced the change, what the power did to my personality when I quickened, but it surely had a part. I wanted to be nothing like my mother, and I wanted to find a partner when I grew up that I could support, that would treat me right. I suppose you could say I learned by bad example of how not to be a life partner for a man, while I learned by good example what kind of man that I wanted to be a part of my life.

  “My mother was beautiful, successful, and well paid, but she was also miserable in her bitchiness. So besides how to treat a man, she also taught me how not to approach life. I wanted to be happy, not miserable and alone.”

  She shook her head, “Then there was just me, which was a big part of it as well I suspect, maybe even the biggest part. My mother’s bad example helped form my attitudes about life and relationships, but it was what was inside me that was sure she was living life wrong. I’ve always had a double helping of empathy, even as a kid, that was totally natural to my personality. I hated seeing a friend suffer, and I tried to be a positive person in people’s lives because of it.

  “Sometimes I failed of course, I’m just human, not a saint. But I liked to leave people happier than they were before we spent time together. It worked for me too, it felt good, and most people would feed those positive vibes back, much like you two do on that level. I’ve always wanted to lift people up, bring understanding to strife, and strived to see things from other’s point of view.

  “I have no doubt it was who I was as a person that gave me defender type powers, of healing and protection through shields. But it also did more than that, it made me who I wanted to be. I’m always like this, as you said the other day warm and vibrant, to add a little joy to the world wherever I go. I love that part of it, how effortless it is, and it works for acquaintance friends to strangers very well. It’s deeper connections that I’m wary of and have to be careful with.

  “The deeper problem and only real downside to that is for true friends and relationships deeper than that I’m too accommodating. I can’t help it. It doesn’t have to do with physical closeness, or sex, though I’ve never been one to do that kind of thing for fun alone. It’s too intimate, to sleep with a stranger with no intimacy or established trust at all.”

  She shook her head, “I’m all over the place. Anyway, back to the point and that downside. There’s an emotional connection threshold based on the depth of my feelings, and the level of commitment I feel toward someone, without regard to logic or time. I have some small amount of control for that second part, but emotions don’t always yield to logic.

  “Once that threshold is crossed, there’s almost nothing I won’t do that they ask, just to brighten their day, save harming another. It makes me submissive in most things, and especially in the bedroom. It isn’t all bad either, I really enjoy it for my close friends, and I know I will enjoy it and feel safe in it when I find a man I can trust and is trustworthy, which hasn’t happened yet.”

  She winked, “Though I’m hopeful for the first time in a long time.

  “The problem beyond that is once I reach that threshold of emotional connection and commitment, it’s almost impossible to back out, and completely impossible on my own. I had a bad experience two years ago, a year after I’d quickened, with a guy that had fooled me with charm and seduction just to get me into his bed. By the time I figured out he was a creep using me for sex and the thrill of banging a hot titan, it was too late, and he used me badly once he figured it out. It wasn’t good. The worst part is I couldn’t even show my dissatisfaction, or even feel it past a nagging thought.”

  That was fucked up, and I wasn’t even sure where to start, so I started at her last comment.

  “What happened to the asshole?”

  She frowned in thought, “I’m not positive. I think my father may have threatened him, and the asshole broke up with me. That’s really the only way to break that connection once formed, I can’t do it unless they initiate the breakup. Then my weird accommodating personality releases me, because it’s what they want and need to happen.”

  I nodded, “Your mother passed?”

  She said, “Yes. I quickened on a sinking boat. My mother was doing a photo shoot on a yacht in the Caribbean. It was the summer, so she’d taken me along. I quickened when I started to drown as the water rushed in below decks. I managed to save most of the crew, but the photographer, my mother, and the other two models were already dead. They died in the explosion, which is what made the boat sink. The investigators say it was an accident, precipitated by negligence.”

  She bit her lip and studied me, “Why aren’t you freaked out?”

  I chuckled, “Concerned. It’s not a great thing, but it can be managed with a thoughtful partner. I’ve seen the power make worse changes to personalities, so I’m already familiar with the concept and had already guessed it’d be something like this. Sixteen is a tender age, and some desires that seem right aren’t, not totally.”

  She tilted her head, “What do you want, now that you know?”

  I frowned, “Emotionally I want to take care of you and give you what you need, cherish and honor you, even possess you in a protective and respectful way, because I like you and care about you already. Your vulnerability, sweet warmth, and beauty evokes all that in me. Intellectually, I’m sure I’ll be able to discern when those dissatisfied thoughts nag at you, from anything I’ve done or are doing, even if you don’t consciously show it. In short, I’d like to move ahead. Your quirk doesn’t give me second thoughts, just more responsibility.”

  Her eyes narrowed, but just slightly. Her voice was still warming, it couldn’t be any less, “You’re not turned on by the idea of me being at your beck and call in all ways and in all things?”

  It was clear to me she’d asked that question, because she didn’t see perverted excitement or the desire to own her with the new understanding of her personality. It wasn’t an unreasonable fear, men were possessive creatures and that included their women. The only question was if that possessiveness would spring from a dark place of objectification or a place of honor and respect in equality and integrity.

  I shrugged, “That’s partially an illusion, at least in my case. Even if you can’t verbalize it, or even consciously fully feel it, any objection in you I see will be just as effective in bringing me up short with a verbal protest. If all I wanted was a woman to bow to my every whim, then I’d be complete and satisfied in my relationship with Thea. I’ll admit that there is a certain shallow appeal to the bedroom aspect, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too, but out of the bedroom you’d always be a lady and equal in my eyes. Assuming of course, you trust me enough and we get along enough in all other ways for you to reach that threshold in the first place.”

  She shook her head, “You’re too good to be true.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  She blushed, “Hot, kind, and able to see through my condition and willing to do so and act on it? Of course, something did attract me to you from the start, the way you didn’t look at me like I was an object at first. Sure, most men aren’t that shallow with most women, but I know what I look like and what I engender in men.”

  I chuckled, “I’ll have to earn that trust of course, a pervert would tell you what you wanted to hear.”

  She shook her head, “But Thea corroborates everything you just said, and I can see it in you. I’m not as naïve as I was two years ago, and I can spot the predators now. A necessary skill given my reality. You’re just… surprising.”

  Thea smiled warmly, “So you’re going to give us a chance to take care of you right?”

  She nodded, “I want you to promise me that you’ll kick me to the curb if you ever lose the admiration and respect that I see in your eyes. When you realize you could turn me into a toy for your amusement and pleasure. If you haven’t gotten the point yet, once I reach that threshold with you the commitment is for life for me, even if made far too early on in a relationship. I won’t be capable of leaving you at that point. That could literally happen in the next few days, far too soon for realistic commitments, so I’d be trusting you with that. Now you know why I’ve been so… cautious.”

  “I promise, and beyond that I’ll cut you loose if I see building dissatisfaction in you below the surface. I have no interest in keeping you, despite my own feelings, if underneath your outward warmth you were drowning in vague feelings of unease due to deeper and hidden dissatisfactions in our relationship.”

  It put that aspect in my hands and in my responsibility, but it didn’t really change anything else. We’d both still have to do the work to make a relationship work, and she would be an equal in all other ways. In the bedroom, she’d enjoy being a submissive, out of the bedroom Thea already took care of all the domestic chores so that won’t be an issue either. I could see myself being very happy keeping her spoiled, as she spoiled the hell out of me while enjoying doing so.

  How hard was it to give back? Not hard at all, given who I was as a man.

  Of course, there were no promises or guarantees yet, outside of the fact she’d be jumping in with both feet very soon, to see if we could go the distance. Assuming I could woo her into that connection.

  Thea nodded, “I can make that promise as well, and it might be easier to trust since I’m an A.I. I assume if any part of the triad expressed that it would do the job. Not that it’s needed, but you don’t know Jon like I do, not yet.”

  Faith grinned, and then leaned over and gave Thea a warm kiss. Shallow perhaps, but it was hot, and my cock stirred a bit. Sure, it was about more than that, much more. Dating and polyamory in the hopes of support, love, family and the whole nine yards. But damned if our sex lives weren’t going to be insanely wild. It was also a natural thing, a result of our nascent relationship and pure chemistry, so I didn’t feel at all guilty in enjoying the view.

  “Thanks for that,” Faith said, “but I’d already decided to see where this goes after Jon’s promise, as long as you two are still on board. You are a treasure, Thea.”

  Thea beamed.

  She turned back to me, “Thanks for that second part, I never even considered it. That you did tells me I’m not seeing things that aren’t there. Honestly, it’s a huge risk, and if it wasn’t for my longing for that relationship, a man worthy of the support and who will treat me right, I might’ve given up. It’s been a long desolate two years of looking.”

  I went ahead and reciprocated at that point. She’d bared herself to us, and I felt the need to share my quickening story which I won’t recount again here. I’d already covered that with Alina at the center. Faith seemed to understand and showed me empathy, there wasn’t even any disgust at the man I used to be that had gotten his girlfriend killed below the surface of her warmth. She just radiated empathy and understanding.

  More than that, she moved closer to me and started to caress my leg in comfort, and not with a little bit of heat between us despite the recent subject matter.

  Her lips were sweet and silken soft, as I claimed a lingering kiss, which had her sighing in desire into my mouth. The dreamy look in her eyes when we broke it if anything, was even more potent on my libido and emotions than the passionately sweet and lingering kiss had been.

  It felt like a green light, and I hadn’t failed to notice when she’d said earlier that physical closeness didn’t count toward that emotionally intimacy and commitment threshold. She was stunningly beautiful, with a sexy as hell body, and the warm look of desire in her ocean blue eyes was enthralling to me. She was a hell of a woman.

  Still, the date wasn’t near over, and I thought that green light might be wishful thinking and subconscious desire on her part, so I merely pulled her against me and put my arm around her, while turning my eyes toward the sunset and refreshing our wines with the other hand.

  To Faith’s enjoyment, Thea went ahead and claimed her other side, so the sexy blonde was being seduced by us both, as we caressed her legs and she caressed ours while we watched the sun go down in a comfortable silence. Silent, save the music I had playing at a very low background level, along with the crashing of the waves on shore.

  Her skin was silky smooth, and warm below my fingers. We also shared a number of soft kisses in that hour, among all of us.

  Regardless, after that last discussion, talking about likes and dislikes of a typical second date would’ve been trite. So we just enjoyed the warm and sensual vibes and atmosphere silently building between us, and did all our talking with stroking fingertips, occasional kisses, and body language. Although, it could be argued it was our third date, if we counted the barbeque.

  The beach date had been a hit, and not just because the subject matter earlier was far too sensitive for a public place.

  As the sun was barely peaking above the horizon, she gave me a kiss and a vulnerable longing look of desire that left no doubt whatsoever she wanted to explore the depths of our physical chemistry together. It was just short of a scorching come fuck me look on her face that had me half hard in moments.

  “Would you like a tour of the house.”

  Her warm eyes smoldered, as she said a little breathily, “I thought you’d never ask.”

  I stood up and helped both of them to their feet, then wrapped my arm around Faith’s waist and headed for the deck and back door of the house. Her body was supple and softly firm against mine, and we exchanged a couple of heated glances on our way up to the house.

  We’d barely gotten inside when we were kissing again, her lithe sexy body felt good under my hands, and I also let them explore more freely than ever before. Her tight little heart shaped ass was so supple and firm when I put hands on it, and the sweet gasp of desire and the way she rubbed up against me in heat when I squeezed them blew my mind.

  The sexual tension between us was boiling over and then some, as her hands explored my body as well. I shivered and let out a little moan, as her hands found the bottom of my shirt and ran up under it to explore my toned chest skin to skin. I took that as a green light, and my own hands undid her skirt, which slid off to the ground, then slipped beneath her panties to give her another firm ass squeeze as I pulled her against me and ground against her stomach.

  Which made her absolutely breathless, as she panted into my mouth in wanton desire. She was so damned hot.

  I pulled my shirt off when she took hers off, and unsnapped her bra. Our kiss interrupted. I peripherally noticed my sexy Thea stripping as well but couldn’t take my eyes off her suddenly revealed proud and firmly pert heart shaped C cups. They were a few shades lighter than the lightly tanned skin of her body and face, and they had dark pink nipples the size of dimes and quite tightened in the moment.

  They were mesmerizing, but not nearly as mesmerizing as the come fuck me look on her model beautiful face. We finished stripping our shorts and underclothes, and then we were kissing again. My right hand went for a breast, while the other teased her inner thigh as her arms went around my neck. Her kiss was so passionate, so needy, and while it was hot as hell, I wasn’t really all that surprised she was already wet and ready for me.

  The last hour of teasing fingertip stroking on her legs and kissing must’ve been all the foreplay she required, she was practically begging for it. The bedroom suddenly felt far too far away, and I moved into her and pushed her against the glass of the back wall of the living room. Then I gripped her ass and lifted.

  She seemed on board with the plan as she devoured me in a panting breathless kiss while tightening her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my middle. She rocked her hips with a gasp, and her labia parted slightly and glided along the bottom of my cock, leaving a lewd trail of liquid anticipation behind.

  I lifted her higher, and then was surprised to feel a hand grip me firmly and line me up, and I looked over for a brief moment into Thea’s eyes. My cock twitched hard in Thea’s hand, and the sight of her naked body which never failed to thrill me, but mostly because she was lining up and preparing to feed my cock to Faith.

  My eyes told her I loved her, but then I turned back to Faith and lowered her down onto my cock.

  Faith hissed as her snug and wet heat took in the first few inches.

  “Goddess, you’re huge,” she gasped into my mouth, as my cock started to stretch her out.

  She was tight, very tight. Not virginal, but so tight I suspected she hadn’t had sex with anything but toys for the last two years in her quest to find a man she could trust with her warmth and vivaciously giving personality.

  She was pure heaven around me, and the way her face twisted in pleasure and slight discomfort was beyond enthralling to me. She was incredibly beautiful, not more than my Thea, but in a completely different way, and her severe beauty looked anything but, in that moment, as she took me in lustfully with warm affection and desperate need in her eyes.

  I felt my Thea stroke my back and ass, and saw her arm touching Faith as well. My sweet naughty A.I. would be content to wait, and just give, as would we when it was her turn.

  Then I was fully buried in her paradise, and I was more than a little lost in her pleasure addled ocean blue eyes as I waited for her body to adjust.

  “Never felt so full,” she said softly.

  I smiled, “You’re very tight.”

  She giggled, “Any pussy would be around that monster.”

  I laughed. I wasn’t that big as far as length, although eight inches was the high side of average, but I had to admit I was thicker than most.

  She sighed in deep pleasure, the edge of discomfort all but gone from her voice, as she squeezed around me and ground our bodies together.

  I took that as the signal she was ready, and I started to stroke up into her. It wasn’t long before I was pounding her hard enough to bounce her up and down the glass. My greedy hands on that tight petite ass for balance and to help steady her, as well as pleasure her with squeezes.