Chapter 2: Hope

I drove Fran and Sheila back to the city after a long dinner that at least got more friendly and relaxed as we ate. Sheila had apparently taken the train to Dillon from the city earlier in the afternoon. The table conversation gradually became lighter as the night went on, until we were all laughing and comfortably poking fun at each other in some ways. I was self-effacing about not adding together all the clues about the relationship of the two sisters.

I was on guard and on my best behavior with Sheila and Fran, and of course with Dave, Jean, and Allison. I bonded with the rest of my dates’ family, and I think I left a good impression, despite the very awkward start to the evening.

As I turned off the Interstate for the last part of the journey into the general neighborhood where the three of us had separate apartments, Fran, who was sitting in the back seat asked, “Steve, how were you hoping tonight would end?”

I chuckled, feeling daring, “What a question to ask a guy? How do you think I’d want it to end with someone as nice as you?”

She said, “You say it.”

I muttered two words in embarrassment, “Home plate.” I wondered if she’d understand the sports analogy to our romantic entanglement.

Fran said, “So, you would have wanted me to stay overnight with you?”

I nodded, and for emphasis said tentatively, “Honestly, yes ... but, I wouldn’t push that now, and I certainly wouldn’t ask you to do anything that you didn’t think was right or that you didn’t want to do. I like you heaps -both of you. I would hope you’d want the intimacy as much as I did. I need to think about your sister, too; we can’t operate independently of her now, can we?”

Sheila had turned sideways in her seat beside me so she could see the two of us in this discussion. Not to be denied, she said, “And what about our Tuesday night date? How would you have hoped that would end?”

I sighed and hoped I again wasn’t sinking myself with the sisters. “The same way I just described to Fran. We’ve had a comfortable progression of flirting and intimacy with each other, so sometime soon, if not Tuesday, or next week or the week after, I would hope, we could enjoy the ultimate in mutual connection – again somehow taking into account that there are now three of us in this relationship.”

Sheila and Fran exchanged some kind of nonverbal communication. I caught a few hand gestures partly behind my back by each of them but didn’t see enough to interpret them.

As I made the last turn onto Fran’s Street and came to a stop in front of her apartment building, she announced, “Don’t stop here. We’re all going to your apartment – all three of us.” Fran leaned over from the back seat and kissed me. She said, “I should have said something earlier, but we know you’re a good guy, and your heart is in the right place about the two of us. I, for one, forgive you – if that’s even needed.”

Sheila quickly added, “And I forgive you, too. We’re cool.” She made a gesture between the three of us.

I mumbled something in reply about caring for them and their whole family.

Sheila leaned over to me and also kissed my cheek. “I agree with my sister. I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I’d created some false fantasy about you and me, and when you showed up with Fran it blew everything apart. I’m okay now, especially since you were dating Fran and not someone else.”

“I’m sorry, but I guess I’ve already said that a hundred times tonight.”

Sheila said, “Don’t be. I liked my fantasies ... and maybe they’ll still come true someday, maybe even one or two of them tonight.”

Fran said, “We talked at the house, and we also talked tonight without mom around. We have ... errr ... a proposition for you.”

I sensed some monumental decisions were about to drop in my lap before I even reached the corner to head back towards my apartment.

Sheila continued Fran’s train of thought; “We’d like to be with you tonight – the two of us.”

After a suitable silence, during which I almost drove the car off the road, I said, “You’re kidding right. You’re tormenting me for having dated the two of you – sisters – by accident.” Even as I said it, I heard the sincerity in their voices, and it made me wonder.

Fran amplified, “Nope, we mean it. We want to prove it. We’ll stay overnight ... with you ... in your bed ... the two of us.”

“Whoa! Are you sure?” I think my head spun around on my shoulders a half dozen times like the crazy girl in The Exorcist as I looked between the two sisters. Had they just mutually agreed to come to my apartment and to my bed for a night of sex? Did I dare think that far into the rest of the evening? Maybe instead of sex they planned to castrate me.

I scolded myself for being presumptuous. I thought that more likely they wanted to talk about the crazy arrangement we seemed to be forming between the three of us. I vowed to remain realistic in my expectations and subdue the ‘horny man’ that I knew lived inside of me all the time.

Sheila removed my doubts in a husky tone, “We’ve both dated you for months. We more than like you, and we want to spend all our time with you. We think we can stand each other, and further we think we can get over the hurdle of sharing the same guy – you. We’ve both wanted to make love with you ... and, well, tonight’s the night.”

I said in disbelief, “So, we’re really having a threesome?”

Fran said softly, “Yes.”

I blurted out, “But that’s okay with both of you?”

Sheila laughed, “Probably. Only time will tell, but we want to try. For the near future, you’ve got two ‘hot’ women who like you and want to be with you ... and be in your bed. We’re every guy’s wildest wet dream tonight. Enjoy.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening, but both women assured me they were sincere. I was speechless. Given the mood swings of the past couple of hours, I couldn’t believe what was happening in my life. I started to memorize every word and even the locations where parts of the conversation took place.

Sheila made a request. “Stop by my place so I can run in for five minutes and get a few things until tomorrow. You know, girlie stuff. Maybe I’ll even bring along a sexy nightie.” She turned back to Fran, “You want anything special.”

Fran said, “Good idea. You decide, but I won’t need a nightie because I don’t plan on wearing much of anything after we get in Steve’s bedroom.” She laughed at her last statement. Sheila seemed to also like that thought.

After finding a parking space a block from my apartment, the three of us walked. I asked, “Why didn’t the two of you share an apartment?”

Fran held my hand, “At the time I was looking, Sheila had a steady boyfriend who spent a lot of time at her place. As you’ve seen, neither of us has much room, so I decided to not impinge on her situation. Of course, right after I moved in, she broke up with the guy.”

I understood the situation. I had a one-bedroom partly furnished apartment that faced one of the city’s parks. I’d added a few pieces of furniture, but otherwise, I think most of the furnishings came from IKEA. At least things were neat, and the place had a modern look to it. I had hoped to bring Fran back to the place that evening.

Once we got inside, I offered drinks to the two of them. Ultimately, I made hot tea for three. The two of them sat on the sofa. As I puttered in the kitchen I could hear some rapid whispering between the two of them. I felt like a mouse paralyzed between two hungry cats. The bile of fear rose in my gut as it had since I realized the two were sisters, and now I had the extra bite that something greater than I could imagine was about to happen.

When I went to serve, the girls separated and motioned for me to sit between them. I did with some caution about what would follow.

After an awkward silence, Sheila said, “Tomorrow is Sunday, and you and I were going to drive up the coast a bit and prowl for antiques and just be together. What do you propose now that this new situation is upon us?”

I felt put on the spot. “Well, I suggest that Fran join us, and we learn how to have this funny kind of date together. After our threesome date we should then critique what each of us felt when we get home at the end of the day.”

Fran smiled and said, “Ooooh, I like your idea of critiquing our dates. More than that, I like the broader idea of open communication before and after we get together. Something like that’ll keep all our expectations in check.”

Sheila nodded in agreement as she sipped the hot tea from the mug I’d given her. After she put her cup down she asked, “What if I want to kiss you or make out with you while we’re on a triple date – like right now?”

She had me squirming on that question. “Well, if we’ve agreed that that behavior is acceptable with the third person – your sister – then I guess it would be all right, but the reverse situation might happen, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if Sheila and I make out for a while somewhere, maybe Fran and I do too only a couple of minutes later, or maybe immediately afterward.”

Fran asked, “And what if you and I get really into it like we were on Wednesday when we were naked you were suckling my breasts, fingering me, giving me head, and we brought each other off? By the way, I really enjoyed myself.”

I looked at Sheila to see how she took the news about her sister and my behavior three nights earlier. She didn’t seem at all upset, maybe because we’d been in the same situation the evening before I did what I did with Fran.

I said, “Well, the same rules apply. Reciprocity, or maybe we negotiate something if that kind of behavior is embarrassing to the one of you not participating.” I could feel the sweat breaking out on my forehead. I’d never talked about sex so openly with one person while another participated in the discussion.

Sheila said, “What if there was someone else – another girl with us?”

I spoke cautiously, “Same rules probably, but definitely some up-front negotiation or agreement about behavior. Same thing if one of you wanted to bring a guy into our mix in some way.”

Sheila and Fran nodded in agreement. I could see that I’d anticipated their next question.

I had just set my mug back on the coffee table when Sheila pulled me into a kiss. I turned towards her so I could embrace her better. The kiss turned into a significant French kiss where our tongues dueled in the open air between our faces when we weren’t smashing our lips together. The kiss was so hot I checked for fire around us when we broke apart.

I think I gasped out an almost silent ‘Wow’ as I adjust my position again.

I’d barely gotten my head into that kiss when Fran turned my body and repeated the kiss with me with the same results. This time I thought the nails in my shoes might have melted from the heat and passion of the kiss.

I sat back and Sheila again engaged me, this time taking one of my hands and placing it atop one of her covered breasts. She whispered to me, “Take my top off. Make love to my tits like you did a few nights ago.”

I wasn’t too sure about where things were going, but after glancing at Fran I did Sheila’s bidding, casting aside her colored top and then her bra as I bared her chest. I then moved in and sucked on each of her luscious breasts bringing the nipples to a high state of readiness. Sheila moaned in happiness as she cradled my head near her chest.

I kept checking beside me to see if Fran was about to kill me or not. At this point I wasn’t sure I should turn my back on either one of them. Maybe they were in collusion to do me in. Fran just nodded encouragingly in my direction, as though I should keep doing what I’d been doing to her sister. I did, until Sheila starting panting with sexual excitement. Eventually, Sheila pulled me up into another kiss, and then whispered to me, “Do Fran. Take her top off too. Make love to her tits.”

I turned to Fran, knowing she had watched the sexual activities I had just done with her sister. She held her arms out and we embraced. I tentatively pawed at her breasts and felt her nod affirmatively in the ongoing kiss. Thus, I pulled her top off followed by the removal of her lacy bra.