“You got it.” She stepped out, thrusting the sword into empty space, and with her baggy socks and short skirt, I felt like I was witnessing an anime coming to life. Beautiful. Still, we’d had a long day and I needed to rest the leg, so the rest of us headed down the stairs and to my place.

  Going to open my door, I heard laughter coming from Arturo’s place. I glanced over, wondering what they were up to, and caught a whiff of the smell of pizza. Normal guys doing normal guy things. Nothing wrong with that, but I had moved on to doing my own thing now. Considering that ‘my thing’ involved fighting monsters and fucking these beautiful ladies, I had to feel that sitting around eating pizza and not doing a whole lot else felt kind of beneath me. And at the same time, I pursed my lips, realizing I missed it.

  Two days away… and I missed it. I chuckled, then opened the door and let them in. Ahlaksiz paused there, and turned for the stairs that led the rest of the way down.

  “You can stay,” I blurted out. At her raised eyebrow when she looked back my way, I added, “I don’t mean anything by it. Only that it’s late, and… if you want, you don’t have to go all the way back.”

  She considered me, then the sound of laughter from the other apartment again. “No, not tonight. I think I’ll go and tomorrow we get our start on finding the two parts to the sun disk. You might want to take a break from these ones, go spend time with your friends. We don’t know when you’ll be back.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Sure,” Kinara said. “I think we can occupy ourselves just fine, if you want to go see your friends.”

  Jalee agreed, and said, “I’d like to look through some of those books I saw. I’m curious.”

  She meant the manga I had, I imagined, since I wasn’t sure how well she could read our language, even if the audio part of the language translated automatically.

  “Have fun, then,” I said, and headed for the door across the hall. “I won’t be long.”

  They waved, and went into my place, closing the door behind them. Ahlaksiz headed down, apparently wanting to use her own vehicle to return. That left only me there in the hall. I approached the door to Arturo’s place, almost feeling like I was too old for this, but knocked on the door.

  It opened a second later to Alex, who was clutching a piece of half-eaten pepperoni in one hand. He chewed, swallowed and said, “Bro, come on in!”

  I obliged, and found Arturo with a couple of beers and the rest of the pizza. He was reclined in his boxers and a T-shirt, apparently staying in for the night, and was smiling wide.

  “Dude, where the fuck have you been?” he asked me. “Or better yet, who the fuck have you been banging?”

  I waved off the question, plopping down in the chair opposite him. Alex noticed my leg and cringed, fist to his mouth. “Oh, whoa. What? Where did that happen?”

  “Ah, nasty!” Arturo chimed in.

  “It’s okay,” I insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Maybe…” Arturo got up off the couch, stumbling from one-too-many beers, and knelt next to my leg. Too close for comfort. “Dude, banging girls, getting into what looks like serious shit… You’ve changed.”

  I wanted to protest but he wasn’t wrong. Instead, I nodded. “We all change.”

  “Fucking A.” He took another beer, eyes half-closing, then plopped himself back down onto the couch. “You’re a genuine, grade-A badass. That’s what you are now. But you used to be a… a…”

  “A fucking pussy,” Alex interjected. “But now look at you!”

  The way this was going, I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or humored. Part of what they were saying was true, but at the same time I liked old me as well as new me. Couldn’t I be both? Part of being new me, though, meant not giving two fucks what these guys thought. This was about having fun with my boys.

  “Beer me.” I held out a hand, waiting. “And also, shut up.”

  They both laughed, while Alex handed me a beer.

  “We had the craziest day,” Arturo said, leaning back with his feet up on the coffee table. “Tell him, Alex. Tell him.”

  Alex grunted, squatting down in front of me so that he could show me his face. It was the first time I noticed that he had a black eye.

  “Dude.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, Arturo hit on some girl at Six Flags, and turns out she was with Bugs Bunny, because suddenly Bugs was there, shoving him back. I stepped in, and then Daffy charged in and gave me this shiner, but we ran before Superman could get involved. I don’t mess with Superman.”

  “You got in a fight at Six Flags?” I laughed, shaking my head and thinking how ridiculous that was, except that it still didn’t compare to what I’d gone through lately. They could have their fun, though. I wasn’t about to tell them what I’d been up to.

  “Yeah, we got kicked out,” Arturo said, then held up a piece of paper. “But not before I got them digits, boy!”

  He and Alex fist bumped, cheering, while I nodded, pretending to be impressed. A few days ago, that actually might have impressed me. I wasn’t the type to ask for a girl’s number—not since sixth grade at the skating rink, anyway. That had resulted in my first heartbreak, and I’d never wanted to put myself out like that again.

  Summoning girls from another world seemed to be working out much better for me.

  “You going to hit that?” Alex asked him.

  Arturo grunted. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe while Bugs watches and I give him the finger.” He turned to me, then, and his face went serious. “Hold on, though… Ferris here has been the one having all the fun, am I right? Your days off are over, bro. Tell us all about those freak-a-dinks.”

  “Freak-a-dinks?” I shook my head, then took a swig from my beer.

  “Spill it,” Alex said. “You… hit that yet? They pop your cherry?”

  I set down my beer, then shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “OOH!” They both cheered, slapping my back and going for high fives.

  “Don’t be like that,” I said, really not wanting the ladies to think I was sharing all the details. The guys started asking, but I waved them off and refused.

  Finally, Arturo turned back to Alex, apparently giving it a rest, and said, “I ever tell you guys about my first?”

  “Fuck if I know,” Alex replied. “Tell it again.”

  Arturo grinned, then dove into the story. “There I was, right, I think it was like tenth grade and we have a group of us over at her house, listening to Stone Temple Pilots and drinking cheap wine from her mom’s stash. She tells me she has a record collection, and I’m like ‘sweet,’ even though I barely knew what records were back then. So, I follow her back into this side room that’s only separated by a hanging curtain, right? As soon as we’re back there, she turns around and starts tearing off my clothes. I was all nervous, because my boys were there on the other side of that curtain, and here I am shirt off, suddenly pants, too, and she’s taking my limp cock—limp because I was nervous, nothing else—in her mouth, working it.”

  “Wait, I was there that night,” I interrupted, appalled. “Shit, I wondered what was taking you so long. That girl—what, Amanda?—her friends were annoying as hell.”

  “Yeah, Amanda.” He grinned. “And now you know. I wanted to wait to tell you until you had a story of your own.”

  Alex had downed his beer, and as he opened another, he said, “Don’t stop now, you’re getting to the good stuff.”

  “Right, right.” Arturo laughed, glancing around and then finding a bag of chips on the table. He held it up as if to go for one, but instead kept on with the story. “So this wasn’t my first blowjob, but as soon as she got me hard she pulled off her clothes, too, and I realized she had blankets and a pillow on the floor, and was pulling me down onto them, on top of her. She had set this whole thing up!”

  “Nice.” Alex held out his beer for a cheers. I obliged him.

  “Weirdest part, I still remember looking over at everyone’s feet under that hanging curtain while we were doing it, thinking that if anyone knelt down for any reason, they’d see us. It was kinda hot.”

  Alex laughed, but I pursed my lips, considering that last bit.

  “Wait, to be clear, you were turned on by the idea that I, or one of the others there, might have watched you losing your virginity?”

  “When you put it like that, it sounds weirder than it was,” Arturo protested. “But… yes.”

  I chuckled, going for another swig of beer.

  “Your turn,” Arturo said.

  “Not gonna happen.”

  “Bro…” Alex stared, but when I shook my head again, he held up a finger, then said, “I’ll show you mine.”

  He had been threatening—or offering—this for some time, but it had always seemed too out there for me. My buddy wanted to put on porn of himself? Strange, yes, but with everything going on lately, I found myself not leaving the room.

  Seeing this, he suddenly leaped up, slapped his projector to his phone, and turned off the lights. Yeah, he had this old Moto Z4 with attachments, such as a projector. It worked pretty good, too. A few seconds later, he had it on the blank wall of theirs above the table opposite us, and I saw more of him than I’d ever have thought likely.

  It was my first lesson that simply being tall didn’t mean being well-endowed. I tried not to notice, of course, but when he held the camera up to the petite Asian slapping her cheek with his hard cock, it was hard not to notice how it barely extended past her hand. By my guess, I had a good two inches on him. Huh.

  “Sorry, not that part,” he said, blushing, then skipped to a different video. “Not that girl, either.”

  Sure enough, now he had the camera steady, maybe on a tri-pod or something. This was a big girl—huge breasts, major curves, bordering on chubby, but she wasn’t bad on the eyes.

  “More of her to love,” Alex said with a wink our way, while she leaned back, huge breasts falling off to the side, and spread her legs. It was no professional porn, so the shots weren’t great, but at least this time we didn’t have to see as much of him. Her leg blocked his cock, until she lifted it and we saw it briefly during penetration.

  As he started to thrust away, I remembered why I’d never stayed for him to play this before. It was fucking weird.

  “Why exactly did you record your first time?” I asked.

  “For moments like this,” he replied.

  “And she’s okay with that?”

  On the screen, she started yelping—very high-pitched, very annoying.

  “Okay with it?” he laughed. “She asked for five copies, so she could share them with her girlfriends.”

  I made eye contact with Arturo, who was clearly trying to hold back a laugh. He failed, a moment later busting up with laughter and telling Alex to turn it off.

  “You don’t want to see to the end?” Alex asked, sounding hurt.

  “No offense, but…” I shook my head.

  “Turn it back to the Asian, and I’m down,” Arturo said, but Alex shut the whole thing off instead, then turned on the lights.

  “Okay,” he said, turning on me. “Now you have no choice but to tell us. Come on, all the details.”

  “Guys, I just… can’t.” I sat up. “Oh, but I took them to see The Princess Bride. That was awesome.”

  Both guys stared at me like I was on crack.

  “He’s really not going to tell us,” Arturo said, shaking his head, sadly.

  “I showed you my virginity tape,” Alex said, shaking his head at me. “You saw my whole package, all the goods, and you won’t even tell us what happened?”

  “It was amazing, okay?” I held out my hands in surrender. “Let’s leave it at that.”

  Both guys shook their heads, astounded.

  “I… think I’m gonna go,” I said, heading for the door. This sort of pressure and judging wasn’t what I’d come here for. I wanted to hang out, talk about the movie, maybe hear about what else they were up to. And now I wasn’t sure if I could find a way to wipe that image of the Asian girl slapping Alex’s cock against her cheek out of my mind. That was bound to scar me.

  With a sigh, I went back to my own apartment, only to find the ladies all sitting cross-legged on my bed. They looked like they’d been having a conversation, but stopped the instant I entered.

  “So, did you tell them all about us?” Kinara asked. “Did you tell them about the car blowjob?”

  “Of course not,” I assured her.

  She frowned, glanced over to Jalee, who was also frowning, then to Milkshake who was actually glaring.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re ashamed of us,” Jalee said, and Kinara put a hand to her mouth in shock. “I don’t get it.”

  “If someone asked me about our sex life, I’d tell them everything,” Kinara insisted. “I’d tell them all about you. Even the curve of your left testicle, how it’s a bit more oval than the right. How—” She stepped over, hand to my cheek. “Because I’m proud of you.”

  “That’s… different.”

  Suddenly, she was punching my cheek, painfully so. “And you can’t even do us the decency of describing my awesome blowjob to them?”

  “Hey, hey!” I pulled my cheek away and took her hand in mine. “First, what the fuck? Second, no, that’s not how it works on Earth. We don’t go around blabbing details, and usually if someone does, their partner gets pissed.”

  “Why?”

  “What? I don’t know. It’s how it is.”

  They glared.

  “You want me to go tell them?”

  “Mm-hmm,” came from Jalee, the other two nodding their heads.

  I couldn’t believe this, they were serious. “It’s getting late,” I protested. “They might be passed out, they—”

  “Go. Tell. Them.” Kinara folded her arms. “If you’re serious about enjoying us, show it.”

  My mouth must have dropped open, because Milkshake stepped forward and used the back of her paw to close it. She leaned forward, went up on her toes to kiss me, then shoved me toward the door.

  I couldn’t believe this, but if they were going to be a pain in my ass because I had been a gentleman, fine. I’d give them exactly what they wanted. Storming back over across the hall, I banged on the door.

  Alex opened it and said, “Came back to watch more?”

  “No,” I replied, then gestured for him to move aside so I could enter. Once in, he glanced back at my apartment across the hall, at which point I heard a click of the door. The ladies must’ve been watching to see what I would do.

  Well, to make sure they heard, I said, “You wanna hear about my first time?”

  Arturo was lying down on the couch, now, apparently close to passing out, but he put a fist in the air. “Preach!”

  Alex laughed, but shrugged as if he hadn’t been begging me earlier.

  “Fine, here goes.” I walked over and looked for a beer, but they didn’t have any. As determined as I was to share, I wasn’t used to this whole spilling-the-beans thing.

  “Bro…” Alex poured me a shot of tequila. I frowned, but said what the hell and downed it. To my surprise, it was quite smooth, but I still needed a couple of chips.

  Finally ready, I sat down, rubbing my hands together, and went into it. I told them all about how Kinara had taken me in the car, with the glass still in my chest, going into detail about the way it felt when her wet pussy slid down on my cock.

  “Wait,” Arturo interrupted, eyes suddenly wide. “You’re talking about that mess in my car, right? I don’t want to hear it.”

  “It’s all thanks to you,” I replied with a grin.

  He groaned, hand to his forehead. “Ahhh, I’d rather have lived in ignorance.”

  “Someday I’ll buy you a new one.” I wasn’t going to be ashamed, not after they’d begged to know and the ladies had insisted I tell. “And earlier today, I got a blowjob in the backseat of a car. My girl swallowed it and all, then another girl kissed her, licking the remains clean.”

  “The fuck?” Alex burst into laughter, Arturo sitting up now, both into this.

  “What else?” Arturo asked.

  “Shit,” I was on a roll, now, “there was the shower, and oh, on the toilet—not while doing anything nasty, mind you—and of course on the bed. Wait, I had my first sixty-nine at Big Bear, then fucked this other lady outside a house, right there against the wall, next to the bricks of the chimney in the light of day, and—”

  “Bullshit,” Alex said, shaking his head, then taking a swig of the tequila right out of the bottle. “I’m calling bullshit on all of this.”

  “You can’t,” I protested. “I’m for real.”

  “You saw the girls he’s with,” Arturo argued, “you can’t tell me they don’t look like freaks. In a good way.”

  “Nah, we know Ferris.” Alex eyed me suspiciously. “No offense, but… what? You watched some weird porn and now you expect us to believe you while you basically recount it for us? Paid some friends to come over and pretend to be into you so you could impress us?”

  “I… no!” I couldn’t believe this shit. They were the ones who had insisted I tell. “Arturo, tell this guy he’s crazy.”

  Arturo pointed toward the way we’d gone earlier. “They came by before, and homegirl was naked, wearing just some weird prop stuff or something. I don’t doubt our boy here.”

  “Give me a break,” Alex protested. He turned back to me. “All this in like, what? A couple of days? Your dick would be raw, man. Or at least hella swollen.”

  “Believe what you wanna believe,” I countered. “But my dick is doing just fine. In fact, better than fine. My dick has been having the time of its life, and it’s ready for more. So… peace out, bitches.”

  I practically skipped to the door, Arturo laughing all the while. When I turned at the door and said, “I hope they don’t keep you guys up as they scream my name,” Arturo’s laughs turned to a drunken stupor of giggles, while Alex simply stared at me like he had no idea who I was anymore.

  Hell, I hardly knew who I was anymore.

  I threw open the door to find the ladies all standing there, clearly listening in.

  “Is that better?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” Kinara said, grabbing my hand and shoving it down her pants. “Ask me after I’m done screaming your name.”