Incest/Taboo A Modern Harem

Author's Note:

First chapter of a multi part story. As always, all persons involved in sexual situations are 18+. Please enjoy part one!!!
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It is said that while a man plans, God laughs. Throughout my whole life, all I ever wanted was a normal life. Decent job, wife, kids, a dog named Rover; that's all. As I was growing up and even when I became an adult, it certainly didn't seem to me like a big ask to have that kind of life. But as we all know, fate deals out different hand to each one of us.

This is mine.

My name is Alan McDonald and when this story began, I was 27 years old. I worked at a hospital as a billing specialist in Raleigh. It was a good life and a good job, if not very exciting, paid well enough for me to rent a condo in the downtown area. My father died when I was just a baby and my mother died two years ago, leaving me with really no family.

Still, I managed to try to be optimistic about life as I went about my normal routines, day in and day out. The one area it seemed like I could make no progress in was women. Now, I certainly dated and had relationships, but most petered out after a month or two and I really had no idea why. I certainly wasn't a bad looking guy at 5'11" with a medium build. I had a good sense of humor and always treated women kindly and respectfully.

I had even been told several times by my partners that I was the best lover they'd had, if you actually believe that sort of thing. So why? Why couldn't I hold on to a girl and manage to have a real relationship?

When you ask questions to the heavens, sometimes, they answer you back.

My answer arrived at a work party during the spring on a Thursday. The hospital liked to throw parties for the staff on occasion in order to promote better cooperation for all the departments. That was the idea anyway. The doctors were almost all arrogant assholes, who only talked to the administrators who could either give them tenure or a promotion.

The nurses all tried to get the attention of the paramedics or the cops that were there and the rest of the staff just milled about. I normally only went to these things because they had an open bar. Have a few free drinks and take a car home. I was on my third and last drink, just sitting and thinking about what I was gonna watch on TV that night when I heard someone sound frustrated come up to the bar.

"Man, this party is a bore hole," I heard the feminine voice say.

"Always is," I answered without looking up. "Thank God for the open bar."

"Amen!" I heard the voice say closer to me. I looked up.

I was in awe and doing my best not to stare. 5'8", olive skin, jet black hair and flawless skin. Her dress wasn't revealing, but I could tell that she was packing heavy hardware, DDD's possibly and she seemed like she had an ass to match them. I tried to keep my cool.

"Only reason I come to these things," I told her.

"Oh, you don't believe in the whole 'teamwork' thing?" I looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. She let out a laugh that was maybe a little louder then it needed to be. "Good point," she said still trying to stifle her laugh. "I'm Monica," she said offering her hand.

"Alan, nice to meet you," I said in a friendly manner.

"Same," she said with a smile. "What do you do here?"

"I work in the administration section. Billing."

"Ugh," she said. "I applaud your ability to sift through that shit."

"Miraculous things can happen with the incentive of a paycheck."

"Very true," she acknowledged with a giggle.

"How about you?"

"Psychologist," she said with a shoulder shrug.

"Fancy," I told her.

"Ehh, not really. No MD, and the stuck-up doctors don't give you the time of day."

"Fuck 'em."

"Not a chance," she said. I damn near snorted my drink.

"I don't blame you in the least."

We talked for at least an hour about different things in the hospital, various people we knew, and joked around about all of them. I was still amazed at her beauty but was also just a fan of hers. She was funny, smart, witty, and sweet. I got a look at the time and saw that I should probably get home.

"Well, it was really nice to meet you Monica. Have a great night," I said getting up from the bar.

"Can I get your number?" she asked. My heart was pounding.

"Sure," I said as she handed me her phone so I could type it in.

"Don't you want mine?" she asked surprised I hadn't given her mine. I knew this game.

"I'll get it when or if you reach out to me," I told her. She gave me a cute grin as I bid her good night. I got a look at her big, firm ass as I left and damn near tripped.

I slept that night, but barely. I kept wondering if she'd actually reach out. I knew about the three-day rule, and I knew that some people would've probably said I was insane for giving her all the power to contact, but I figured maybe I'd look better if I wasn't pushy.

The next morning, my theory was proved right when she texted me at 9:40 in the morning.

Hey, it's Monica from last night. Like I needed a reminder. I really enjoyed talking with you at the party. Did you get home ok?

She was next day texting me and seemed concerned. My heart was pounding at the mere possibility that she was interested in me, even just as a friend.

Good Morning! I replied. I got home just fine thank you and I hope you did. I enjoyed meeting and talking with you as well.

I was doing my levelheaded best not to seem to eager or anything. Even though we were both at work, she messaged back quick.

Thanks! she replied. You made a lame party a lot more fun!!

The texts continued like that for a few days. I never saw her or sought her out at the hospital. I was always a believer in letting the woman make the first move. Even all through the weekend, I don't think we went an hour without a text message of some kind being exchanged. Some were informational, what I was doing/watching and what not. Some were a bit flirty, and some were just funny.

It was Monday when she started pressing me.

So, any chance you'd like to have dinner or drinks or something with me on Friday?

JACKPOT!! I steadied my breath before I responded.

That would be great! What were you thinking?

There's a steak place downtown I like, if that works for you.

Absolutely! 7pm?

Perfect. I'll meet you there.

I was fist pumping in my chair when I received another text from her.

One more thing. I'd like you to get an STD test. I don't sleep with a guy on a first date, but I try to be careful.

I scratched my head at this, but since I worked in a hospital, it was free for me. Just play cool and do it, I figured.

No problem at all. I'll get it done today.

She waited a few minutes before responding.

Cool! Thank you!

I thought the request was a bit odd in the age of condoms, but maybe she had an allergy or something. I went down to the clinic and got the test, getting the results on Thursday. Friday, I went home early and got dressed in a sport coat and a pressed button-down. I got there five minutes early and found she was already there, over at the bar.

"Hey!" she said as I approached her. "Nice to see you again!" She was still dressed somewhat conservatively, but her curves couldn't be hidden. She had light makeup on, and her hair looked like she'd spent considerable time on it.

"You too," I said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek as I sat down next to her. She held up a restaurant pager.

"They said it'd be a few minutes; can I buy you a drink?"

"I think that's my line," I said in jest, "but yes, thank you." She smiled at that as I ordered a mid-level scotch.

I'd learned over time that if a woman wants to pay for something, let them. I planned on paying for dinner, so a drink wasn't that much. We chatted for a few minutes before the pager vibrated and we were seated at our table. I even pulled out the chair for her.

"Wow," she said, "real chivalry." There wasn't any trace of sarcasm in her tone.

"I'd like to think I was raised right," I said with a smile while sitting down.

"Good on your parents," Monica said with a smirk.

"Mom made sure of it."

"And Dad taught you how to score right?"

I stayed quiet for a moment.

"No," I eventually said. "Not really."

She looked up concerned. I shrugged.

"My father died when I was little."

The look on her face was shock.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't. Frankly, it would've been creepy if you did." This got her to giggle a bit, but she still looked pensive. "It really is fine. Don't worry about it," I told her reassuringly. She eased up at that. "Are you close to your family?"

"I am but..."

"What do you want to drink?" the water said rudely interrupting us.

"Uh," I said looking for the wine list, "we didn't even see it here. Sorry about that. Can you give us a few minutes to look it over, please?"

"I'll come back," he said leaving abruptly. I looked at Monica.

"Must be hard to get tips when you have an oar shoved up your ass," I said quietly. Not that quietly apparently. Monica laughed pretty hard at my joke but pulled herself in before people began to notice.

We looked over the wine list and made a choice between us for a medium-priced wine. The 'friendly' waiter came back.

"Well?" he said rudely. Normally I wasn't the confrontational type, but this was different. Enough was enough.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" I asked him calmly.

"What?" he replied, confused and terse at the same time.

"I mean is there a reason you're talking so rudely to us? I've been here before, and I've never been treated as rudely as I have this evening. Now, can we start over, or do I need to get a manager?" The man looked shocked and ashen.

"I'm sorry sir, madam," he said contritely to us both. "There's no excuse. Another table was quite rude earlier, and I let it get into my head. I profusely apologize to you both."

It seemed legitimate and I was fine to let it go. I accepted the apology and ordered the wine.

"The wine will be complementary," he said genuinely contrite. "Again, my apologies," he added as he walked away.

I then suddenly remembered Monica and how she must've thought I was a complete dick. I saw her face grinning.

"Impressive," she said seeming genuine.

"I'm not normally like that," I admitted, "but there's no reason you needed to deal with rude service."

"A true gentleman," she added with a smile.

The waiter returned with the wine, and we ordered our meals. We toasted and settled in a bit.

"So, did you get the test?" she asked slyly. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the folded paper.

"Here you go," I told her slipping the paper to her. She took it slightly stunned.

"Wow," she said softly, "I would've taken your word for it."

"Well, it seemed important to you, so I wanted to make sure you knew." She smiled again.

"Well, I took one too, I just didn't bring it with me." I waved her off saying that it was fine.

We soon settled into a pleasant conversation. Where we grew up, schooling, interests and so on. Apparently, she was homeschooled most of her life as her parents wanted a different kind of education for her and her siblings. I listened and asked questions, ensuring that she knew I was interested in what she was talking about. She smiled and laughed at my jokes and everything.

Our food came and we dug in, the food being delicious. The waiter was now ensuring that our meal was perfect, and I made every effort to show that the incident was behind us.

Once we were finished, we ordered espresso and kept talking. Just like at the party, I found it so easy to talk to her and though I was enchanted by her beauty, I didn't let it get to my head. Once we were done, the check arrived. She reached for her purse, and I supplied my credit card from my pocket.

"Oh please, let me pay," she said.

"No, no. You paid for the drinks; this is the least I can do."

"Ok," she said quietly, "but I'm paying next time."

Next time? YES!!! I tried to play it cool.

"Next time, huh?"

"If you're interested," she said pushing her hair back with a smile.

"Indeed," I replied putting my card down.

"Dinner and a movie tomorrow?" she suggested.

"I'd like that," I replied.

"Good!" she said happily. "You pick the restaurant and I'll pick the movie."

I recommended an Italian restaurant that was close by. She'd never been there but was keen to try it. We agreed to meet there 6:30 tomorrow.

I walked her to her car, and she grabbed my hand as we walked. It felt so warm and inviting, not to mention natural. When we got to her car, I didn't try and kiss her. I decided that slow and steady would win this race. She said she'd text me when she got home safe, and she pulled away.

Going home, I felt like I was walking on air. The night went well, and I got a confirmation for a second date. I had just gotten home when my phone buzzed.

Home safe! Thanks so much for tonight. I had a great time!!

I smiled and responded.

Glad to hear you got back ok! I had a great time too!

Have a great night! Can't wait to see you tomorrow!!

She couldn't wait?! My heart was floating at this point.

Saturday went by quietly. Mostly played video games and relaxed, trying not to think of the impending date with an amazing woman. I even set an alarm so I would know when to get ready. I was killing zombies on my game console when the alarm went off. I showered and dressed into a similar style as last night. I ensured I had enough time to get there early and wound up being ten minutes early. To my surprise, she was already there. When I saw her, I was stunned.

Every outfit I'd seen her in was classy and conservative. This was classy, but very not conservative. Her dress had a plunging neckline that showed off her ample bosom quite well. The rest flowed over her body, hugging it in marvelous places.

"You look amazing," I told her trying not to ogle.

"Thanks," she said looking over herself, "I wanted to look good for you."

"You've never disappointed so far," I told her, eliciting a broad smile.

We were seated at our table and an attractive waitress that had served me before came over to us.

"Hey, Alan," the Asian said coming over to us.

"Hi, Ashley," I said in reply. "This is my friend, Monica."

"Hi, Monica!" she said very cheerful, "it's about time you bring a gorgeous woman here!" We ordered from the wine list as Ashley gleefully went to get it.

"I think she likes you," Monica said with a smirk.

"I like you," I replied with a smile. She smiled too.

"Friend, huh?" she said with the same smirk.

"Well, I didn't want to push something out there you were uncomfortable with." She smiled broadly again.

"You really are such a considerate guy," she said, seeming genuinely appreciative.

"I try," I said meekly. Ashley returned with the bottle and poured. Monica ordered the veal parmesan, and I ordered the lasagna. She took our orders and left with a smile.

"I better up my game before she steals you," Monica said flirty.

"She's just nice," I said dismissively. "But don't let me dissuade you."

She was beaming at this point. We talked all through our salads. She told me how close she was to her family and always felt loved and appreciated. I told her more about me and my boring life, but she seemed to eat up every word.

Ashley soon arrived with our entrée's, and we dove in. Monica just seemed so different from the girls I'd dated in the past. Most of them seemed only interested in themselves, making me feel like I was an afterthought. Monica was different. She seemed genuinely interested in me and what I had to say. She also seemed flirtier then the first date.

"So, what do you look for in women?" she asked me as she ate.

"Mostly, I look for nice," I told her. "I've dated women that only seem interested in themselves and didn't give a damn about anyone else and I got tired of it. I like women that care about others and maybe to a small extent, me." Her facial expressions indicated that she liked what I'd said.

"So, first," she said taking a sip of wine, "kudos to you for calling them women instead of girls. Also, I couldn't agree with you more. Some people give no thought to others and only care about what they can get from anything, including a relationship. It makes all women look bad and kinda pisses me off."

"Well, don't get too pissed off," I told her. "If they didn't act bad, I wouldn't be able to be out with you." Now she was almost blushing.

"You know, another guy, I'd think that was a line," she told me. "I really don't think it is with you." She then took my hand into hers on the table. Ashley came over with the check and put it in front of me. "I got it," Monica said quickly, remembering my promise from yesterday. Ashley seemed flustered.

"Oh, ok," she said nervously as Monica opened the receipt wallet and placed her card inside. She handed it back to Ashley, who walked away quickly. Monica giggled to herself.

"I think she meant for you to see that," she told me.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Cause it said on the receipt 'Don't fuck this up, she's a fox!'" she told me.

"Accurate," I said plainly, causing her to smile more.

Hand in hand, we walked over the movie theater which wasn't far. I figured a rom-com or something was in the offering. Wrong again. Apparently, the theater was showing a classic movie that night, The Blues Brothers.

"Have you ever seen it?" she asked me. I quickly got out my phone and showed her a picture of my apartment, which had an original poster. Monica's eyes went huge. "Is that an original?" I nodded my head. "Holy shit! I knew I liked you!" She then gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

Scoring points left and right.

I paid for the movie, popcorn and drinks and we sat in the theater. To the disgust of us both, not many people were in there.

"No one appreciates the classics anymore," I offered.

"No kidding," Monica said, equally disgusted. "But at least it allows for some private time."

I tried my best not to jump up and down with joy, but my eyes had to be dancing. We got seats and sat down, me eating popcorn out of the tub perched on her lap. She kept smiling at me as the movie started.

The movie was great as always, maybe even more so because I'd never seen it on the big screen. Monica was holding my hand for a good portion of the movie, and halfway through, she put her head on my shoulder. The effect of that being that it gave me a perfect view of her ample cleavage. I mostly kept my eyes on the movie, but it wasn't easy.

Once the movie was over, she invited me for a nightcap at her place. Again, I was internally skipping through a field of flowers, but I kept my cool and accepted graciously.

Her apartment was very nice, complete with a balcony and a much more modern kitchen then I had. She poured us two glasses of scotch and handed one to me, inviting me to sit next to her on the couch.

"Alan, I had a really great time tonight," Monica said smiling.

"Me too," I said returning her smile.

She leaned closer to me and gave me a soft kiss which I returned. I fought the urge to go further or use my tongue, letting her set the tone. She broke the kiss, looked back at me and smiled.

"The scotch tastes better from you then the glass," I said raising my glass, toasting her. She smiled and I could swear blushed a little.

"Thank you," she said softly.

We talked more about each other and a bit about our dating history. Monica seemed to have the same issues I did with going on a few dates, but things petered out quickly. We kissed a few more times and she leaned her body closer and closer to me. I still was resolved to control myself and she seemed to appreciate it.

"I'm gonna be busy all week," Monica told me after another make out session. "But maybe we can do something Friday?"

"I'd like that," I told her.

I took this as my cue to excuse myself, thanking her for another great night and giving her a good night kiss. She smiled as she closed the door behind me.

I got home, still not believing my luck with this girl. I sent her a text to let her know I got home safe.

Good! she quickly replied. I can't wait until Friday!!

Over the next week, we continued texting pretty regularly. How I focused on work while communicating with this goddess is anyone's guess. I noticed more and more that her texts got more and more flirty, if not downright sensual. I remained playful, but respectful, never pushing her past what seemed to be her comfort zone.

Wednesday is when things started to heat up a bit. She got to her place and started sending me very flirty texts about how she wished she was with me and some very descriptive thoughts as to what she'd like to do to me. My dick was getting hard just reading it.

Then she sent me a pic of her in her bra, allowing me an amazing look at those perfect globes.

Getting comfy... she said with a winky face emoji.

My first instinct was to take a dick pic and screenshot what she just sent. But I didn't. I knew it was a class-less move and that you don't send things like that unless asked for.

You look gorgeous is all I sent. I was sweating bullets as to how she would react. Did I go too far? Not far enough? It felt like ten minutes, but I checked later, and it was only two, when she replied.

Thank you!!! You are so sweet!! I'm soooo excited for Friday!!

Good move, Alan. Good move.

Friday came and we decided we'd do something fun and casual after a long week of work. We were gonna go to a mini-golf place that had a pub attached to it. I went home and dressed casually, but nice. Polo shirt and jeans seemed to be the right tone. Then she texted me asking if I'd pick her up, to which I heartily agreed.

At 6:15 promptly, I arrived in front of her apartment and sent her a text to let her know I was there. She came out of the building with an oversized purse, jeggings, and a golf top that looked like it was practically sewn on. I also noticed that it showed abundant cleavage which was hard to keep from staring at.

Monica got in and kissed me quickly, smiling.

"I missed you," she said settling into the passenger seat. "God, I'm looking forward to this after such a grueling week."

"Happy to oblige," I said with a smirk as I drove off.

We caught up on the events of the week and what not, me trying to keep my eyes on the road as much as possible. We got to the place and checked in, getting our putters, balls, and drinks. She seemed so relaxed and light. She seemed really comfortable with me, laughing and giggling at bad putts, wrapping her arms around me, showing plenty of PDA and kissing me.

I felt more relaxed too. I definitely wasn't as on edge as I'd been the week previous, really enjoying the relaxed atmosphere we were creating. She won the game by a stroke, and she decided that I should take a penalty shot as penance. I took a shot of tequila, with her joining me anyway.

"That'll get the blood going," she said after putting the shot glass back on the bar. We kept talking and chatting, her sipping on a drink and me with a club soda so I could drive her home. She kept her hand on top of mine throughout. Things couldn't be going better.

I walked her out to my car, even opening the door for her like a gentleman.

"Thank you, kind sir," she said teasingly.

I closed the door and got in.

"If it's cool with you, I was wondering if we could go to your place?" Monica asked me.

I wasn't sweating or nervous. I was prepared for this. I'd deep cleaned the place the other day and made sure it was presentable, without me looking like I was a nut job.

"I'd like that," I replied putting the car in gear. The whole ride to my house she kept her hand on my thigh, rubbing and squeezing it the whole way. We pulled up to my building and I escorted her inside.

My place wasn't as nice as her's maybe, but it was larger. I poured each of us a drink and sat next to her on the couch.

"I really had a goo..." I managed to get out before she was on top of me, shoving her tongue down my throat. She put her full body weight on me as started rubbing my body, including my crotch.

"I've wanted you so bad," Monica managed to get out in between the kisses and moaning. "Finally!"

I allowed my hands to roam all over her body as she was doing with mine. It was all so soft, yet tight all at once. Before I could take it in, she was yanking my shirt off, trying to kiss every square inch of my exposed body. She seemed to be acting like a woman possessed by desire, taking it upon herself to ravish me.

In one quick motion, she got my belt off and started yanking my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. She even got my socks off at the same time miraculously. She then hovered over me, examining my now fully naked body. She looked at my penis and a smile crept on her face.

"I knew it!" she declared, before inhaling my dick into her mouth, getting it down her throat with no effort. It felt amazing. I stroked her hair and moaned, letting her know I was appreciating the effort she was putting into this.

After a few minutes, she began ripping off her own clothes, the speed was incredible. Her perfect firm breasts were soon in full view with quarter sized areolas and nipples fully erect. She also yanked her pants and underwear off just as rapidly, her bald pussy now exposed to me. I took initiative now and leaned her back onto my couch.

I kissed my way down her body slowly, paying attention to her breasts for sure, but not neglecting her stomach or shoulders either. I teased my way down to her pussy, smelling the heavy arousal emanating from it. I kissed, licked and nibbled all around it before giving it a long lick along her slit.

"Mmmm, Alan..." was all Monica could get out, enjoying my attentions. I then pushed my tongue into her, my nose resting against her clit. She tasted very different from any woman I'd ever been with before, almost sweet. Monica had her hands at her tits, pulling and teasing her nipples as I was pleasuring her.

Soon I was sucking hard on her clit, producing louder and louder moans from her. One of her hands left her breast and met the back of my head, pulling me as close to her as possible.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!" as her orgasm hit, spraying me with her cream. After a good 30 seconds of heavy breathing, she came back into focus, pulling my face to her and licking off her own cum. She then kissed me hard, whispering in my ear to take her to the bedroom.

Boldly, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, thankful that I'd thought to leave the door open. I laid her down on the bed and she quickly sprang back into action, getting me onto my back with her on top of me. Her pussy was now hovering over my dick. I tried reaching to the nightstand for the condoms, but she took my hand and started sucking on my fingers with a smile.

"Why do you think I asked for the test?" she said with a grin. With that she grabbed my dick and plopped herself down on it. She was incredibly tight and wet as my hands grabbed hold of her beautiful ass as she slowly rode me. It was clear that Monica wanted to make love to me, not fuck me. I took her que and decided to be as sensual and gentle as possible with her.

I pulled her in for a deep kiss feeling her heavy breasts pressed up against my chest. Our tongues swirled around each other, full of passion. She then presented me one of her orbs to sample, which I did with relish.

"Oh, fuck," she said softly. "Alan, that feels so good."

I moved on to her other breast as she continued to ride me slowly and gently. After a few minutes, I took the initiative and got on top of her, planting her with kisses and only slightly increasing my pace.

"Oh, God!" she said as her vaginal muscles started tightening up. "Oh, FUCK!" as another orgasm washed over her. I kept my pace steady, her grunts and moans now a constant. She then spun around, asking me silently to take her from behind. I lined up my cock at her slit and pushed in, her ass now thrusting back at me.

"You feel amazing!" I managed to get out loud enough for her to hear.

"Keep fucking me, baby," Monica pleaded. "I love your cock so much!"

This had the desired effect of getting me to fuck her harder, grabbing onto her hips and pounding her pussy. She reached back and started playing with her clit, almost instantly causing yet another orgasm.

"ALAN!" was all she could get out as I felt her clamp down on me again. I knew I couldn't last much longer.

"Monica, I'm gonna cum," I warned her, seeking instruction.

"Cum in me!" she demanded. "Claim your pussy!"

My pussy? I thought while starting to unload, grunting louder then I normal would as I expelled into her. I collapsed on top of her, Monica reaching behind me to caress the back of my head.

"Alan, that was amazing," she said softly into my ear. I was still breathing fairly hard and trying get my heartrate back down. Then Monica kissed me hard and passionately to ensure that wouldn't happen. She then rolled me over and laid on top of me, lightly playing with my hair.

"You were definitely worth the wait," she said giving me another kiss on the cheek.

"You're pretty amazing too," I said, figuring we were just complementing each other.

"I've been waiting a year and half for you," she said.

I looked over at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

Monica propped herself up and looked at me.

"So, I haven't been totally upfront with you," she said, making me even more puzzled and concerned. "When I was younger, people took advantage of me because I was attractive, and I had a high sex drive."

That part definitely got my attention.

"About two years ago, I realized that if I kept going the way I was, I would never find the person I wanted. So, I stopped dating. Cold turkey for six months and thought how I could best find a person that I would want to give all my love and effort to. I devised a series of tests to see who really cared about me and who was just looking to get laid. I committed myself to it that anyone who didn't pass the tests, I wouldn't waste my time with."

She then sat up a bit and smiled.

"You're the only one that passed all the tests," she said with an excited smile. "I just knew you would from the moment I met you!" she said, planting another kiss on me.

"What tests exactly did I pass?" I asked curiously.

"You agreed to the STD test with no questions asked. You were polite and respectful all throughout. You were firm, but respectful with waiter that was impolite."

"Yeah, but that was a random thing," I said confused.

"Was it?" she replied with a glimmer in her eye.

"You mean..."

"It was a set up. The waiter was on old friend of mine."

"Ok...."

"You didn't send a dick pic when I sent you the more risqué photos. You didn't try and push for more action on the couch the other night. Everything was designed to see if you were who you seemed to be. Not only did you pass, you passed with flying colors."

"Wow," I said, a bit surprised she'd go to all that effort. "I guess you dealt with some shitty guys."

Monica giggled a bit at that.

"And girls," she said lightly. That, for sure, got my attention.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were bi," I said, trying to conceal that it was virtually every man's secret dream.

"Very bi," she said with a wink. My dick was stirring just at the thought of it. She noticed. "Ooh, you like the idea of me licking some cunt, huh?"

Busted, I thought going red. She laughed a bit at me.

"Don't worry," she said while rubbing my chest. "You'll see me with a lot of women."

"What do you mean?" I asked, both turned on and confused.

"So, I probably should tell you more about me and what I want," she said while laying on me looking up. "I'm a very sexual person. I have been since I can remember. I cleaned it up before you got there the other night, but normally I have sex toys all around the house, porn magazines, and porn on the TV. I just love fucking!"

I furrowed my brow a bit, unsure of what this meant.

"So, I guess you're not looking for an exclusive relationship?" I asked a bit disappointed. She quickly realigned my thinking.

"Alan, you're the only man I want," she said softly, but with conviction. "I will never, ever, cheat on you. Which is why my plan for us is much better."

"What plan is that?"

"A harem," she replied.

I almost laughed out loud. A harem?! Yeah, right!

"Seriously," she said with a breeziness, "I'm gonna create a harem of girls for you, with me as head girl."

"I don't know that I need a harem full of women," I said jokingly, snuggling closer to her.

"Of course you do!" she said as if it was obvious. "You're a real man and a real man should be properly taken care of. Besides," she added getting closer to me and smiling, "it'll be all kinds of fun."

I smiled and shook my head as we both nodded off to sleep, content in each other's arms.​