“Not all of it. This world is much bigger than that.”

“Hmm...” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the bedpost. “Maybe I am kinky.”

She raised her eyebrow at him as she sat in a large, ornate chair and threw her leg over the arms.

“Do tell.”

“I...it’s kind of weird.” He grimaced. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“I lost my virginity to a Catholic priest, and that’s one of my least weird sexual encounters. Trust me, I’ll believe you.”

His eyes went wide again and she could only smile. She loved shocking the newbies.

“Okay...here’s the story, and it’s all true. It’s gonna sound like something out of Penthouse Letters. But it happened.”

“Try me.” With all the wild sex that surrounded her on a daily basis, his story would have to involve alien anal probes to get her to question his soliloquy.

“I learned to play guitar pretty young. Natural musician. Guitar and piano. Bass, too. I was really shy, though, so I didn’t play much outside of the house. My older sister, Cate, she was super popular. Like no one in our high school even knew we were related because I hid in the background so much and stayed quiet. Cate had these three friends—Polly, Amie and Mona. They’d been best friends since they started high school. They were their own clique.”

“Pretty girls?”

“Gorgeous. And nice, too, believe it or not. Nice to me. Cate and I got along great at home. Our dad died when we were pretty young and Mom dated a lot. My sister and I sort of stuck together. She was protective of me. And her friends liked me, too.”

“Oh, this is already getting interesting.” The Mistress grinned at him.

“Just wait.” He took a ragged breath. “I was a sophomore, sixteen years old. Cate and her friends were seniors. Mom was staying over at her new boyfriend’s house. Cate had the girls over for a sleepover. She wanted to sneak out and stay with her boyfriend, too, and her friends were helping cover for her. So it was me alone in the house with these gorgeous girls. We got into the liquor cabinet and drank a little. But none of us were drunk. Just buzzed. Happy. Talkative. Amie asked me if I had a girlfriend, if I’d ever had sex before. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life. But I told her the truth which was no. The girls all looked at each other...then they looked at me....”

“Why am I hearing porn music in the background?”

“Exactly. So Amie hears that I’m still a virgin and she leans over the coffee table and kisses me right in front of the two girls. Amie was the ringleader. Wherever she went, the other girls followed. So then Mona kissed me and then Polly. I nearly came in my pants. But it wasn’t just kissing. Amie stood up and crooked her finger at me, motioning me to follow her. She brought me to my own bedroom and...”