Laurel and Vixie were lying on my bed. Without the light globes on, most of the room was dark as usual, but a stream of light from one of the windows highlighted the bed.

Laurel was lying on her side, wearing only a green pair of panties and a matching, very lacy bra. Her long legs were on full display, with her panties cut so they rode high on the hip, making them look even longer. I thought I could make out the dark circles of her areola through the bra, which lifted and half-exposed her breasts. She looked at me with a fetching shyness, but not surprise. Her orangeish-red hair spilled over the sheets, and her little fox ears were twitching.

Vixie was lying on her belly. She had on white bathing suit bottoms with the sort of back coverage that would be illegal at plenty of beaches, and a crop top T-shirt. She rolled over to face me when I entered, and the top displayed a generous amount of dark underboob and threatened to slide up completely if she breathed wrong. Or right. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she looked over at me boldly.

I hoped I knew why they were there. But I didn’t want to make assumptions. Their bed downstairs was, to be fair, awfully small.

“Am I interrupting something?” I asked.

“You’re not interrupting,” Laurel said.

“We were waiting for you.” Vixie said.

I remembered that Bran had told me that Laurel had insisted that I take a nap, which meant that she had arranged for me to come discover them like this. Sweet, innocent Laurel. It seemed like more the sort of move Vixie would make. Of course, whatever was going on, they had conspired.

I took a step forward. They were younger than I thought of as my dating pool, but that wasn’t holding me back. They were old enough to make their own decisions, and sexy enough that I wasn’t going to object. Besides, from what I understood, I might end up living a very long time. That didn’t change all the equations, but growing old together was one of the reasons for dating people one's own age. And honestly, I couldn’t expect anyone in Scarletdale, of any age, to catch my pop culture references, so that didn’t matter.

But what did make me stop after one step was another thought. “You two don’t have to do this,” I said. “I like having you here. And I like your cooking. In fact, I just approached Bran and he agreed to have the town pay you for helping me out with cataloging the library. You’ll always be welcome to stay here.”

“Good,” Vixie said, grinning at me. “Because we’re staying here.” She pointed at the bed, with its rumpled, wine-colored sheets.

“We’re here because we want to be, Jerry,” Laurel said.

“So come over here already, big boy,” Vixie told him. “And lose some of that clothing.”

This wasn’t happening, but it was. Somehow I’d made it through learning of the existence of magic without once thinking I was in a dream, but I thought it now. And dismissed it. Dreams had a very different quality to them. I crossed the room to the bed.

I saw that their clothes were stacked, folded neatly, on the desk chair.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I said, stopping just shy of the bed. “But I’ve had a vasectomy, and I haven’t had sex since the last time I was tested.”

“Vasectomy? Tested?” asked Laurel.

I explained.

“Well, that’s convenient,” Vixie said. “We both took this foul concoction Laurel makes to prevent pregnancy. Tasted awful.” She made a little gagging motion with her fingers toward her lips. Then she pushed her fingers in and out of her mouth a few times, which delivered a rather different message.

“Not everyone hates the taste,” Laurel said. “Especially when mixed with a little brandy. And it’s completely effective.”

“And neither of us have been with anyone else but each other for two years.”

“Actually, I’ve never been with anyone else at all,” Laurel amended.

“You’re a virgin?” I asked. I remembered the conversation with Vixie about would I rather have sex with a woman with a lot of experience, or a virgin, and realized now she had two very specific people in mind. My answer stood, though. I wanted them both.

“Don’t tell him that, it’ll go straight to his head,” Vixie said. “Both heads, I imagine. What about it, stud? Are you up to the task of deflowering my girlfriend? Think you can handle both of us?” She stretched, which was more than the crop top could take. Two plump breasts popped into view, and when she relaxed the crop top couldn’t make it up those hills again without a tug, which it didn’t get. Her dark nipples were purplish, and they stuck out aggressively.

“I’m willing to try,” I said. “You’re sure this is what you want? Both of you.” I looked at Laurel, because she was the one I imagined being more reluctant.

“We’ve talked about this,” Laurel said. “A lot. And this is what we want. We want you both equally. I want you to make Vixie a very happy woman, and I want you to show me what it’s like being with a man.”

“It’s okay if you pay a little more attention to Laurel,” Vixie said. “She deserves it.”

“Equally,” Laurel said.

“Sure,” Vixie said. “But that’s hard.” She looked at my crotch. “Being completely fair isn’t easy, and thinking about it isn’t going to be as much fun. So if he’s going to err, he might as well know what side to err on. We’ll both get a turn, right, stud?”

“Right,” I agreed. “Might need a little rest in between. I’m not twenty anymore.”

Vixie laughed. “You won’t need a rest if you don’t get those pants off. Come on, Laurel, let’s get started while he takes care of his clothes.” She turned to Laurel and kissed her, their chests pressing together. Laurel returned the kiss hungrily, but Vixie pulled back slightly, so that their lips weren’t touching but their tongues were.

I almost forgot to take my pants off. Fortunately, they’d gotten rather tight all of a sudden, and my aching cock reminded me it wanted to be set free. Vixie looked at me out of the corner of her eye and raised her eyebrows when it came into view.

“It’s all veiny,” Laurel said, surprised.

Vixie laughed. “Did you expect it to be smooth like a dildo?”

“How would I know what to expect?” Laurel said, still staring.

“I thought your mom talked about sex all the time.”

“She did, but she didn’t describe…” She sat up. “Can I touch it?” she asked me.

Who was I to say no? “Sure.”

She sat up on the edge of the bed and extended her slender hand slowly, as if it might bite her. Vixie sat up too, crosslegged, her bottoms so thin I could see some definite cameltoe. The crop top still refused to descend. It was hard to know where to look, but Vixie had asked me to prioritize Laurel, so I did.

It had been many months since a woman had touched me there, and I didn’t expect to break that streak with a twenty-year old virgin foxgirl. Her touch was feathery light at first.

“The skin is kind of silky,” she said. “And it’s bigger than I expected.”

“Bigger than I expected, too,” Vixie said.

Laurel wrapped her hand around it. “I can barely hold it in my hand.” She slid her hand down. “Does this feel good?”

I nodded. “Maybe a bit too good.”

“Too good?” Laurel asked, and gave it another stroke.

“He means that if you keep doing that you could make him cum,” Vixie said.

“Isn’t making him cum part of the point?” Laurel asked.

“But not the whole point,” I said.

“They get soft after they shoot,” Vixie explained.

“Oh. Yes, my mother warned me about that.” Laurel took her hand back. “I like it this way. Very hard.” She paused. “Can I taste it? Mom used to tell me that you should wrap your lips around it, and I always wanted to try.”

Laurel had a strange mother. “Um, you can,” I said. “Just for a little bit.”

She leaned over, and licked the head. “It tastes okay,” she announced, and then she opened her mouth and slid her lips over it. Vixie, meanwhile, pulled off her crop top, and got behind Laurel, her bare breasts rubbing against the foxgirl’s back.

I scritched her behind the ears, and Laurel made a sound a lot like a purr. I assumed that was good, so I kept scratching. Vixie reached out to guide my hands, showing me just the right spot, and Laurel pulled back, letting my cock drop. She let out a high pitched whine.

“I don’t usually do that until after sex,” Vixie explained. “She gets too distracted. But isn’t it cute?”

Laurel shook her head, rubbing it against my fingers. “It’s not cute!” she said.

It was totally cute.

“We’re going to make your first time special, baby,” Vixie said. “I’ll get her bra, you get her panties.” She didn’t wait for agreement before she started fiddling with the clasp.

I reached for the waistband. “Is it okay?” I asked Laurel.

She nodded. “Except for the part where you stopped scritching.” She stretched out her legs, making it easier for me to pull them off, so I slid them down her long legs. She had a cute little landing strip of orangish red over the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen.

When I looked up, I saw that Vixie had gotten Laurel’s bra off. Her nipples were very pink, sticking out a quarter inch, with areola the size of a quarter. Her breasts weren’t as big as Vixie’s, but I thought there was enough to fill my hand, and I decided I needed to know for sure. “May I?”

“I think you don’t need to ask,” Laurel said. “We already told you that we wanted you to make love to both of us.”

“Laurel likes it when her partner leads, don’t you, sweetie?” Vixie asked, kissing Laurel’s neck.

Laurel nodded, blushing a little.

There were a lot of very good possibilities. The problem right then was menu selection, but it was a good problem to have. Still, there was no reason I had to do one thing at a time.

I cupped her breast, and found it fit almost perfectly in my hand, the nipple pushing up against my palm delightfully. And I kissed her. I don’t think she had been expecting that, and for just a moment I thought maybe I should have asked about that. To me, kissing was something you did before you had sex. Maybe a whole date before. But to one woman I’d been with, it was more intimate than fucking and getting off together.

But then Laurel’s lips opened, and her tongue met mine. God, that girl could kiss. She grabbed my head and pulled it to her as if she was ravenously hungry.

“God, that’s hot,” Vixie said. “You’d think I’d be all jealous, but just, yum.” Then I felt her hand on my cock.

It was different than Laurel’s. A little rougher, maybe, and warmer. Just as good, just not the same. “He’s rock hard for you, baby,” Vixie said. “He can’t wait to pop your cherry.”

Laurel and I came up for air. I put my other hand on Vixie’s breast, squeezing. Softer, bigger, and delightful. “I’m hard for both of you. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.”

“You should do her first,” Vixie and Laurel both said at once. They laughed at that, and would have to, except for that moment of uncertainty. Were they both just being generous, or were they not as eager as I thought?

“It’s your first time,” Vixie said. “That’s a big deal.”

“Well,” Laurel replied, “and I was thinking, you’ve done it before, so I’d get to watch first and know what to expect.”

Vixie grinned. “We’ll just have to make him choose.” She started slithering out of her ridiculously tiny swimsuit bottoms. Her pussy was shaved completely bare – or maybe elves came that way. Her pussy wasn’t a pink contrast, it was just the same purplish-silver as the rest of her, but except for the color, it was just like any other girl's, and it was so wet I could see it glistening.