I thought of the second to last night Storm was in town. Jules had her first that night, then I did. When we were done, I lay on my back on her bed, and she lay on her belly beside me. We were more or less head to toe. She was propped up on her elbows and Jules was kneeling between her legs. I was looking at the way his hamstrings curved out and then dipped in just under his ass. His ass was round and firm. Pure muscle. I was wondering what it would be like to run my hand up the backs of his legs. His legs were hairy, but his ass was smooth. He was kissing the back of her knees and working his way up her thighs. When he got to her ass, he kissed it and squeezed it, then dragged his dick over the soft mounds of her cheeks. He was hard again. I didn’t even need to look at his dick to know it. I could see it in his eyes. When Jules was horny, his usual expression left his eyes and was replaced by something serious, almost hard. Every time it happened, I got this strange sense that he was someone I didn’t know.

“Stormy,” he said, tapping his dick along her ass crease, “can I put this up your butt?”

I looked over at Storm. I must have looked as surprised as I felt, because she laughed at me. Then she rolled her eyes at Jules and said, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve never done it before.” As usual, I loved him for his honesty. He never pretended to be more than he was. He didn’t have to. He was more than enough just as he was.

Storm laughed, too. I didn’t blame her. Jules could be very charming when he wanted to be. “Okay, fine. I’ll teach you. You can consider it my little contribution to the Cleary pack. There’s lube in my top drawer. Get it and use it. Take notes, ’cause that’s the first thing you need to remember.”

“Got it,” he said. “Lube and lots of it.”

“You can’t just shove it in my ass. It’s not that kind of hole. You’ve got to touch it and tease it a little, so it knows to get ready for what’s coming.”

“Uh-huh, got it. Romance the butthole,” he murmured.

Storm laughed again, but the sound was chopped in half by Jules’s efforts to romance said hole. He dove in with his mouth. She started moaning the second his tongue made contact.

“Use your fingers,” she groaned after a few minutes. “Open me up.”