Chapter 5: Adulting

I reflect back on our first threesome weekend with amazement. There were a lot of lessons that we learned from each other and we even talked quite explicitly about each of them as they occurred to us.

First, we were each surprised that we could love two other people. Even Mel, the instigator of the various pairings in our threesome, seemed amazed that her philosophy and theory actually worked in practice. I hadn’t realized that it needed testing before our threesome weekend. Prior to our union, her philosophy has been theoretical; we made it practical.

Mel pontificated weeks later; “We’ve each been brainwashed by society or the church that heterogeneous exclusive monogamy is the only ‘right’ way. Yet, here we are feeling all these wonderful feelings about other people and in turn basking in that love. I feel twice as loved as I do with just one of you.” The fact that there was sapphic pairing seemed to add spice to the equation.

Second, while lust certainly entered into our relationship, the more time we spent together the broader and deeper the basis of our relationship became. Sex became only one way we had for pleasing and interacting with each other. We went to concerts, movies and plays together. If one was busy, they encouraged the other two to go.

I, for one, found myself fascinated with the different ways both Joy and Mel approached their education, thought about problems, and came up with solutions to the daily issues they had to deal with. They likewise seemed infatuated with how I thought. We often learned from each other. We were changing and adapting to each other as well as feeling individual personal growth.

The three of us also seemed to operate on a different plane from so many of our classmates. Soon, we found ourselves having much richer discussions about such mundane subjects as the purpose of life, spirituality, eastern thinking, particularly the Tao; and even Tantric sex. The latter led us in some interesting directions. Our classmates, on the other hand, seemed more focused on the next great party, booze, or who was going out with whom.

Third, not one of the three of us entertained any feelings of jealousy or uncertainty about the direction we chose. We were all secure in who we each were and willingly gave to each other without judgment or expectations. We may not have started that way, particularly in Joy’s case, but as each week passed we each became more our own person. I could feel my own personal growth almost daily.

We each had a genuine sense of gratitude for what we received from the others, and our feeling of love for each other, wishing only that the others felt loved, not that we exerted any degree of control over them. Even when Mel went out with some other guy, as she seemed to need to do every now and then, neither Joy nor I wished anything for her other than a happy and satisfying date; she always went with our positive support.

Fourth, Joy taught us about the Law of Attraction; basically, that what we think – both consciously and unconsciously – creates our reality. If you believe you can do, be, think or have something in a positive way, you can achieve it. As she put it one day, “Know what you want; ask the Universe for it; feel and behave as if the object of your desire is on its way; and be open to receive it.”

On my list there was a big Number 5. Mel announced that my small apartment was no longer off limits for her. Joy hadn’t been there and had no self-restriction. Thus from our threesome weekend on, we had a place to go and make love that was homey and comfortable, although I only had a queen-size bed. The girls decided that they’d sleep over with me on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, and be in the dorm the rest of the time.

Joy went through a real transformation over the months before summer break. Each new day she became more self-assured and confident, losing the shyness and avoidance of interactions that she’d initially had when she arrived at school. Now she reached out to others in helpful and even gregarious ways. Going with those changes were changes to her looks; she became more style conscious, got contact lenses and lost the nerdy eye glasses, and, with Mel’s help, transformed into a real stunner. Before our eyes, Joy became sexy.

Armed with this new philosophy we each seemed to attract an entire new life for ourselves. Friends and even family opened their arms to our unusual relationship. I thought my parents would freak out to find I was in love with two pretty women. Instead, both my mom and dad received the news calmly and with interest, urging me to bring both young women home some weekend.

Joy’s parents weren’t as accepting as mine were, loading her up with warnings about broken hearts and concern about the lack of exclusivity in our relationship. By then, Joy had achieved a level of self-confidence that enabled her to hear but not react negatively to their comments other than to assure her parents that right then, this was what she wanted. I think they were actually amazed about how she stood up for herself and how assertive she’d become. After that, they gradually warmed up to a moderate level of acceptance.

Mel confided that her parents had no problem with our relationship. Indeed, it was from them that she’d developed her open relationship philosophy that seemed to empower our threesome. Her parents had insisted that she examine and challenge each societal or religious rule and more, deciding for herself how she would deal with it. Thus, over time she’d come to realize that more interesting and trusting relationships could be built without ownership, exclusivity, or jealousy.

Word of our unusual relationship slowly spread around parts of the campus too. We didn’t broadcast it but we didn’t hide it either. Friends at school and even my fraternity brothers that initially raised an eyebrow and made crude sexual comments about our threesome soon became staunch supporters and even defenders of our life style, in several instances even going so far as to educate themselves about polyamorous relationships.

At one point in the spring semester, Joy and Mel ganged up on me to go on another ‘date’ with somebody. They suggested Patti, since she seemed to be a sure thing. I felt remiss that I hadn’t kept in contact, even in just a friendly way.

I did call Patti, and she gushed out how glad she was to hear from me. We had a good telephone call and set up a date for Saturday night. We did an early dinner and a movie, and then Patti came back to my small apartment. To say we fucked our brains out would be a serious understatement. She ended up staying over, and we continued our tryst into Sunday, calling it quits about noontime, only because we both had some serious papers due in our classes.

Patti gave me a standing offer to just call her whenever I was horny. She knew about the threesome and also the underlying philosophy. She was onboard with all that, and said she didn’t mind being ‘my piece on the side’ as I got it on with Joy and Mel.

Joy and Mel reported that many of the women in the dorm sought them out not only for dating advice, but also for counsel on establishing their own multi-faceted relationships. Both thought it peculiar that even upper-class-women sought the advice of freshmen. In part, due to these requests for advice, both of them started to read widely about building and sustaining good relationships. In turn, I started to read some of their books and articles. Thus, all of us became much better informed about relationships including our own, and how to make them run more smoothly.

Other students and even some faculty, often people that wouldn’t have given me the time of day, started to talk openly and freely with me about themselves and open themselves to friendship – something I’d wished for since I’d started at the huge and impersonal university. Joy said it was because I was giving off vibes of friendship now whereas before I’d been emitting messages about my lack of friends – so that’s what I attracted.

We used the Law of Attraction on our academic pursuits too. Certainly all our grades improved, as we got deeper into the second semester that year. Somehow it seemed like we each put in fewer hours and got more results academically by focusing our efforts. I commented one day that we’d really made the transition to being full-fledged adults.

The three of us spent more and more time at my apartment, even though it was tight quarters. I spent less time at the fraternity too. The apartment was quieter and gave the three of us space to just “be”. Joy and Mel had to be back in the freshmen dorm each weeknight, yet we used that fact positively to focus how we spent our time together.

During those months we could feel our sexual energy expand. Our libidos certainly drove a lot of our behavior. Somedays, the only time we weren’t having sex of some kind was when we’d just finished and needed a recovery period. We laughed about our days: morning were classes, and afternoons were ‘fuck, study, fuck, study’ periods.

Towards the end of the semester I started to think about two things: what would happen to our threesome over the summer and how could I earn some spending money for the following school year.

I’d turned twenty-one the previous semester and didn’t really want to move back home, even for the summer. My parents still lived an hour-and-a-quarter west of Columbus and the campus. I felt that I needed to stake out my own independence regardless of what Mel and Joy did for the summer.

My search for a summer job started and ended right outside my new apartment door. The complex of apartments that I’d lived in that academic year wanted to hire a handyman and painter for the summer to renovate as many of the empty units and they could. A job opening had been posted on the bulletin board near the mail boxes. I thought myself competent with tools and certainly with a paintbrush and roller, so I applied for and got the job. Besides free rent for the months I worked at least 80 hours, I got a decent wage and could set my own hours.

Mel and Joy both turned nineteen during the spring semester. We had a small party for Joy’s birthday and after everyone left, Mel and I turned her every which way but loose sexually. As I pummeled her pussy one more time, Joy screamed for mercy, however, we both knew she really wanted more, more, more, and both Mel and I gave it to her.

Joy loved sex – and thus fit in rather nicely with the two of her over-sexed friends: Mel and me. We had the same passion and we loved her dearly. One day as we all lay panting after a particularly arduous love making session, she asked me, “Could I stay and work with you over the summer? That is, if Mel wouldn’t mind.” She looked tentatively at Mel for approval or disapproval.