Justine looked in the mirror. Good enough. Allen had persuaded her not to use too much make up.

She wore her tightest, sexiest pair of jeans. They were thin and flexible, ideal for the dance floor, as long as it didn’t get too hot. She wore a white tank top with no bra. She wasn’t used to showing off her nipples like this, but Allen said it was perfect, and she knew Bryce would love it too. To avoid shocking anyone on campus, she wrapped herself in a flannel button down.

“Got a date?” asked Margaret. Justine’s roommate, usually remote and uninterested, looked up from her book with a tiny smile.

“Uh, yeah. I’m going to this club called Sparks? Heard of it?”

“Oh no, I don’t dance.” Margaret fidgeted awkwardly. “Who is your date?”

“Bryce Robertson.”

Margaret raised her eyebrows. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“So what about, um, was it Allen? Your boyfriend from home?”

Justine tried to act normal. “We’re still good! And he knows about Bryce.”

Margaret tilted her head in wonder.

“Allen and I are trying… an open relationship? I guess that’s what it’s called.”

“Wow! That’s daring.” Margaret’s affect seemed a little skeptical, but also intrigued. Which wasn’t too different from Justine’s own feelings.

“Do you… tell Allen about your dates with Bryce, or…” Margaret blushed. “Sorry if that’s too personal!”

“No, it’s okay. So yeah, um, Allen is one of those guys who… well… he gets turned on thinking about his girlfriend with another guy.”

“Wow, that’s… kind of amazing.”

“You’re telling me.” Justine looked down awkwardly.

“Well it’s great that you’re figuring it all out.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that, Margaret.”

“One more question?”

“Sure.”

“Are you cool with him dating other girls?”

Justine broke into a little smile. “He doesn’t want to.”

*******

“Longings Hotline, this is Marie.”

“Hi, uh, hello. My name is Allen.”

“Hello Allen, so glad you called. I’d love to connect you with one of our mistresses. What are you looking for tonight?”

“Someone nice and, uh, sort of gentle.”

“Older or younger?”

“Maybe a little older. With experience.”

“They’re all experienced, honey. But I think Amy is a great fit. Want to try Amy?”

“Sure.”

…

“Hello, this is Amy.”

“Hi, my name is Allen.”

Her voice was smooth and steady. “How are you tonight, Allen?”

He hesitated. “I’m…a mess, actually.”

“You don’t sound like a mess. You sound… thoughtful.”

The compliment worked on him, a little. “I feel like I’m living in some kind of experiment. So yeah, I’m in college, first year, and I have a girlfriend who’s at a different school, far away. Justine. She’s the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. We’re really close. But, um, she told me about this guy she knows, Bryce. Said she was super attracted to him, and couldn’t stop thinking about him.” Allen’s voice quavered as he trailed off.

“Oh! How interesting,” Amy said. Her voice rose and fell playfully. “But she’s your girlfriend, right Allen? How do you feel about this?”

Allen gulped. “I felt pretty overwhelmed at first. Like, what was I supposed to do, you know? She’s allowed to feel things. And I can’t exactly take care of her needs any more.”

“No, you can’t.” Amy made a sympathetic hum. “That does sound hard. Did you ask her to stop seeing him?”

“No. I didn’t want to be controlling, you know?”

“Yeah… But do you really feel okay if she’s playing around with other guys? I mean, what if this Bryce guy has already…” She left the thought hanging. Allen groaned softly as he felt himself get hard.

“I really want her to be happy.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet. A lot of guys in your situation would freak out. But not Allen,” she said, like she was reading his name off a birthday cake. “You want her to be happy, even if it hurts you?”

He spread out on his futon, the phone pressed to his ear. “It hurts a little, yeah.” A part of him wanted to stop there, hold back. But he couldn’t. “The thing is, though…when I think about them together, I mostly get really… excited.”

The reaction from Amy was immediate and delighted: “Oh my god, Allen, really?!” The exclamation sounded less like ridicule and more as if he had just solved a riddle she had planted for him, and now she could barely contain her excitement at his answer. He imagined her, wherever she was, eyes sparkling as she leaned forward, elbows on knees, as if to get closer to him through the phone line.

The words echoed in his mind: Oh my god, Allen, really? He felt almost dizzy. Could this woman Amy understand his weirdness? “Uh, yeah,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s so rare, Allen. Most guys would be too embarrassed to admit it. But you sound sincere. And… you say that you like to imagine them together, your girlfriend and this…Bryce?” She leaned into the word imagine. There was a gentle teasing in her voice, but it was underpinned by something like respect. As though sharing his secret made him worthy in her eyes. “You want all the details, don’t you?”

“I want the details so bad.” Allen paused. “But I feel like I shouldn’t.”

“You feel sort of… guilty about it?”

“Yeah.”

“And I bet that feeling just sinks into your mind and your body, and feeds into all that horny desire and fantasy. Maybe it’s all part of the fun.”

“Oh,” Allen chimed. “I hadn’t thought of it that way…. So yeah…Justine is out with Bryce tonight, like, right now. They’re out on a date.”

“Right now?! Allen, this is so exciting. O my god!”

“She let me give her advice about her outfit. We decided on tight jeans and a thin white tank top, no bra.”

“Wow. You’re not messing around.”

“Yeah. It shows off her nipples. They’re going to a dance club, kind of, hip hop. Bryce knows people there who can get them in.”

“That is so hot! Do you think Bryce is kind of a player? Sounds like he knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re right about that. They actually met on the dance floor at a frat party. The chemistry was immediate. She wrote me this cute email about it. At one point he had his hands on her hips and just sort of lifted her up for a few seconds. I think that was the moment for her.”

“I’m sure it was. Yeah I can imagine that really turned her on. There’s something about being held like that by a powerful man, sort of treated like a doll. And that happened before they even spoke to each other?”

“I know right? I thought, man, that guy has some balls.”

“He sure does. And putting his hands on her hips means, don’t you think, that he must have been feeling her ass too.”

“I bet he was.” Allen was completely naked now on the futon. He took in a sharp breath and touched himself lightly with the tip of his finger.

“In that kind of situation, in my experience, the guy usually rubs his cock a bit against my ass. And that sends a really powerful message, you know? Especially if he’s got a big one. I bet Bryce did that to your girl.”

“I think he must have.”

“Which leads me to wonder, Allen…do you think Bryce has a bigger penis than you do?”

Allen squeezed himself. “Well actually, I know that he does. Justine left me in no doubt about that.”

“She’s seen it already?”

“Yeah. He went to her room a few days ago. They made out for a while. And then she got down on her knees in front of him.”

“Justine gave him head? That’s a big move for your sweet girlfriend, Allen.”

“And you know what Bryce said when she got going on him?” He said, ‘I wonder how your boyfriend would feel about this?’ Isn’t that crazy? Bryce and Justine were both talking about me while she was licking his big dick. I guess it turned them on.”

“I love how direct he is with her. I bet that’s so hot for her. And for you, Allen.”

“God yes. But picturing her with Bryce gets me so… fuck, I can’t help it. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Amy’s voice was maternal now, cooing, like she was holding a baby to her breast. “You can let it all out, baby. It’s a beautiful thing, and I want to hear it. I want to help you feel good about it. Tell me what happened next.”

“She worked his big dick until he came in her mouth. And she swallowed it. Fuck. When she told me that… I almost wanted to tell her…” Allen fell silent.

“You wanted to tell her what?”

“I’m embarrassed to say it, but oh well. I almost said that I wished I could kiss her at that moment. When his cum was all over her face and in her mouth. I just wanted to. But it’s not like I’m… gay.”

Amy laughed, a sound low and smoky and oddly reassuring. “You’re not gay, Allen. But I do think you want to show her how much you love this new version of her. This… slutty, raunchy version of Justine. That’s what makes you such a good boy! You don’t want to possess her, you want to worship her.”

Allen groaned wordlessly as he jacked himself.

“And so many men have this fantasy,” she continued. “Whether they admit it or not. Even if you don’t want to get with a guy, the thought of your woman getting with a bigger, more masculine man… it’s like the ultimate way to love her and set her free at the same time. It’s beautiful, I think.”

“Ohhhhh. Godddd.”

Amy made gentle noises all through Allen’s orgasm, which made it all the sweeter for him even though he had to hold the phone away for a bit. He was completed drained and sated.

“Hey one more thing, Allen!”

“Oh. Yeah, what’s that?”

“I won’t keep you. Just an idea that, maybe, you could do yourself a solid and keep talking about this change in your relationship, you know, with one of the therapists there at your school.”

“Okay, thanks. This was great, Amy. I’ll call you again.”

“Cheers.”

Allen shook his head in amused disbelief. Maybe she was right. Maybe it would help him.

After taking a shower and grabbing a coke from the vending machine, he dashed off a text to Justine.

Allen Just want to say, I love you so much. I hope Bryce rocks your world tonight, in every way.

The reply came five minutes later.

Justine [string of heart emojis]

Justine I’m uber-ing with Bryce, and we’re making out. He’s fingering me right now, Allen. The club was amazing and I had like three vodka tonics. Bryce has a message for you: ‘I’m gonna fuck your girl silly tonight, bro.’ Talk to you tomorrow babe!

A minute later, Allen creamed himself again.