Chapter 4: A ‘Double Date’

My weekend with Joy had several unintended consequences of course. First, she fell in love with me. I played my part too well of initiating her into the hallowed halls of womanhood. I had romanced her, and that was all it took to have a devoted female who could think of little else in the world except me.

The other major consequence was that I fell in love with her too – without falling out of love with Mel. Mel had told me many times that a person could love more than one person – have more than one soul mate. I finally understood what she’d been talking about because I was feeling it.

The contrast between them was startling and confusing. I loved Mel – the Pixie – who professed her love for me as well, but didn’t want to be tied down and dated other guys occasionally. I also loved Joy, Mel’s roommate, who openly loved me too. Further, we all knew everything about how we all felt about everyone else.

I didn’t think this was a normal situation.

I tried to convince myself that Mel was my Number One and that Joy was a very close Number Two, but the fact was that I loved them equally – if that were possible – yet differently. This state of being surprised me greatly, particularly that I felt comfortable feeling this way. Whether with one or the other or both together, I had feelings of love, warmth and compassion that almost overwhelmed me. Moreover, they seemed to feel the same way towards me and towards each other.

Mel, of course, was a rebel in her own way. She would be the one that pulled us out of our comfort zones or pushed us into doing something that expanded our thinking in some ‘risky’ way. She was also the ‘dish’ – the hottie – the outgoing Pixie that everyone looked to as a source of both amusement and amazement. I knew I was too conservative and Mel had set out to certainly fix that dread disease; I welcomed the change. Mel also knew how to praise me in a language I understood and took as pure love; she’d tell me what a good student I was, or how hard I’d worked for a grade, or how she so appreciated the things I did for her or how open I was when we were together. I loved our talks together, particularly how she expanded my thinking in some area.

Mel also praised me for attending to Joy and then for obviously falling in love with her. She told me that all her hopes about getting Joy to come out of her shell in some way had been realized, even just from the one ‘date’ we had at the Holiday Inn.

Joy was almost the opposite of Mel, even more conservative than I had ever been. She was yet open to Mel’s efforts to pull her out of her shell too. I often felt protective around Joy – sometimes protecting her from Mel, even though when you saw her she looked like this stunning woman that you’d think knew exactly what she wanted. Despite appearance, Joy was very naïve and unknowing about relationships and sex.

Joy liked to do little things for me that showed her love; I’d find a love note tucked in one of my books or a pressed flower; one time she washed and shined my car for me while I was in class; another time she found some way in the dorm to make me a box of chocolate chip cookies – my favorites. Her gifts and little acts of service I accepted as her love offerings.

Of course, we were physical with each other. We liked to touch, stroke, hold, look at, hug, and make love with one another. While part of this love language was the raging hormones the three of us seemed to have at this age, I knew that physical touch was important to me – both to give and to receive.

A week or so after my weekend with Joy, I sat with Mel in the Student Union one afternoon talking about the situation; only no words came out in terms of solutions or options. My mind was blank.

Mel asked with a tone of encouragement, “So, why don’t you do another weekend with Joy?”

“Heck no,” I replied sensitive to insulting Mel and making her feel left out; “I mean Joy is wonderful; everything you could ask for in a date and yes, I’d love to be with her again. She is a divine and passionate lover. Not as good as you, of course, but she’s learning. I worry about leading her on, when you’re my focus.”

I felt myself blundering around in this peculiar landscape for which I did not have a vocabulary or any kind of compass. I also didn’t want to disparage Joy in any way. I paused and looked Mel deep in the eyes. I continued, “The problem is that I’m in love with you – too. You are my Number One girlfriend and I feel I should concentrate on you. Joy is nice and I really care about her - too. Do I need to make a choice?”

Mel ignored my struggle to be politically correct and pleasing to her, and asked, “What if you could have both of us?”

“I sort of do, don’t I?”

“No, I mean at the same time. You love us both. Say, next weekend the three of us went to the motel?” I got a Pixie grin from her just before she tossed her head to move an errant lock of blonde hair from her face. In that flash of a second I could see the entire weekend unfold. I felt a surge of blood enter my sleeping dick.

“I have trouble keeping up with your sexual needs. I had trouble keeping up with Joy’s needs by the time we started to cool things down and think about checking out Sunday. What makes you think I could handle both of you at the same time?”

Mel got a silly grin on her face and said, “Maybe Joy and I could take care of each other when you’re recovering. Besides, you’re still exciting, even when you aren’t trying to have an orgasm. Not that I’ve had all that much experience, but you have the best tongue of anyone I’ve ever known plus you’ve studied the sport. You love pussy, which is more than I can say for some folks I’ve been out with. Plus, aren’t guys supposed to get off watching two women together?” Her sexy grin got wider and she licked her lips seductively.

Somehow, I had the feeling that Joy did not know about this devious plan by her roommate to have a threesome, and to have sapphic sex.

I’d learned from the Pixie that her weekend with Bill Seaborn hadn’t gone as well as Mel had hoped, although I had to impute that from her tone of voice and lack of enthusiasm for any future dates with him. He apparently demonstrated a lack of creativity as well as unwillingness to be inventive sexually, even when Mel tried to lead him into some fun sexual stuff that we did routinely. Secretly, I was glad. I wanted to outshine every other male in tending to her. That said, I had at least hoped Mel would come back happy rather than barely satisfied from her weekend in Indianapolis.

I felt my pants bulge further in immediate response to the Pixie’s suggestion of a threesome and a lesbian encounter that I’d get to watch. I also noticed that not for second did I think it unusual or repugnant. I grinned rather widely. This exciting and erotic landscape of possibilities was all new to me thanks to Mel.

The Pixie said, “I’ll take that lecherous grin as a definite ‘Yes’. Let’s do all weekend at the motel – two nights, Friday and Saturday. If I work like hell the rest of this week I won’t have too much weekend homework to worry about. What about you?”

“I could swing it, if I finish a term paper for psych that’s due on Monday. Besides, for a weekend like this I’d drop out of school and join the Marines,” I said in my most lecherous voice. Mel laughed and punched my shoulder.

“Wait!” I said suddenly, holding up my hand. “One small problem; what if Joy doesn’t want to play with us as you propose?”

“Leave it to me,” Mel said with an impish smile.

I don’t think I’d ever studied as hard as I did that week. I didn’t want any worries about homework or term papers or anything other than my feelings about my two girlfriends hanging over my head by the time we left campus on Friday afternoon. The downside of that philosophy was that I didn’t see either Mel or Joy much the rest of the week except for a brief Wednesday night dinner at the Student Union.

I decided that the Holiday Inn has outlived its usefulness as a love nest. After Mel and I had our talk I telephoned a number of places and finally found a winterized log cabin on a picturesque lake about an hour east of the campus. We’d have to do our own cooking; however, the winter rate was very low and I thought we’d enjoy playing house together. Mel loved the idea that we go somewhere else and assured me that Joy would like it too. Moreover, the rental price for the weekend was almost dirt cheap – even cheaper than the Holiday Inn.

At dinner mid-week, while the three of sat together in the Student Union, I asked Joy if she was all right with what Mel and I had planned. She had seemed more fragile than either of us in terms of her sexual experience and I didn’t want to damage her delicate psyche by forcing her into a threesome.

To my surprise, Joy leaned forward, and squeezed both our hands. She whispered so no one else would hear, “I’ve wanted to have a lesbian experience for five years. This weekend will be a dream come true. I love you Doug, and I get to have you make love to me again. And I love Mel, and now she’s also ready to make love to me. I’m in seventh heaven and Friday can’t come fast enough ... although I am nervous.” She bestowed her infectious grin on me again.

Joy had more moxie than I’d given her credit for. Moreover, since the weekend I’d taken Joy to the Holiday Inn, she’d become more outgoing and open – to everyone. She’d started to come out of her shell. I know when I lost my virginity my self-confidence rose dramatically; I guess the same thing was happening to Joy.

I studied and wrote my term paper with a ferocious intensity and finished two weeks of studying in a few days. I aced an unanticipated quiz. My conscience was clear about taking off for the complete weekend and for those rare few days I’d actually gotten ahead in my courses.