Chapter 4

Trixie’s father was a much less scary person than I gave him credit for. Trixie and Stacey were able to explain our loving triad to Trixie’s mother, then at her request, the three of us were there to explain it to Mr. O’Brien. There was none of the bristling, anger, or posturing I expected. It seems that Belinda had somehow softened the blow to the parents by announcing the fact that she enjoyed the company of both men and women the prior year, which would have given the temperature in the room eighteen months to lower.

It was over the MLK school holiday that we met with him and his wife. He did ask pointed questions. Very pointed questions. Were we being careful? Was he going to be a grandfather soon? Did we really love each other, and what did we base that on?

Naturally, there is no real answer for that one, but Trixie summed it up about as good as anyone could. “Dad, you have to trust me on this, but I have some pretty good examples to follow. You and Mom. Most of my friends’ parents have issues. Lots of them. Mine don’t. I feel that my relationship with them, Charlie and Stacey, looks like what you and Mom have. I see love at home. I feel that love with them. Charlie comes from a very close-knit family. Extremely close. He says the same. Stacey’s parents are an absolute anomaly among their peers. Her parents act like they are still newlyweds. We think that your examples have helped us decide, or determine might be a better word, that what we have is real and what we have is love. In any case, we have taken that step.”

He asked, “What about living arrangements?”

“Mr. O’Brien, we’re still in school. We didn’t have any intention of moving in together at this point. I still have a year of high school and the girls are looking at college. Maybe then, but we have months to work on that. What I have recommended, and it depends on what you and the Francis’ say, is for the girls to start college here in town and get the pre-requisites out of the way, then we can decide together, next year whether to continue here, living at home, or go to school elsewhere and live together. I was left enough money to pay for food and housing, for all of us, as well as my education.”

“And you girls agree with this, as long as we let you stay at home, knowing you are involved this heavily with each other.”

Both girls nodded.

“That actually sounds pretty good, considering.” He stood, walked around the kitchen for a minute, then went to the little refrigerator by their back door and pulled out five bottles of beer. He twisted the tops off and handed them, one at a time, to his wife, Stacey, Trixie, then me, after which he held his out and said, “To my daughter and her ... loves. May only the best befall you from here forward.”

Whew!

Mr. and Mrs. Francis weren’t nearly so melodramatic. They loved Stacey very much but were as far from helicopter parents as you could get. She had everything she needed and most of what she wanted from them, including their time and affection, but they were more hands off in their approach to parenting, especially parenting a legal adult. We were told, however, that sexual relations were a private matter, and in so much as they didn’t frequent the family room much, and Stacey’s suite was at the other end of the house from theirs, we shouldn’t have any issues.

More of a Wow! than a Whew! but still, that turned out well.

School was another matter, entirely. While there was only a little pushback from their peers, what little there was, seemed to be over the top.

Bill Davis and Gary Parsons were the most troublesome. They had a small cadre of friends that followed them like sheep. Travis and Greg had friends, too, but they were mostly the polite type, aiming to head off problems rather than create them.

I still had girls on my arm going from class to class, but now, instead of looking rehearsed, or even planned, it was organic. The whole school knew that there were six girls who if you followed them for any period of time, I would show up in their midst. Even teachers knew. I had a bit of a cold one day and had four different teachers send me homework through three of the girls. Two of the classes were those that none of the girls shared with me. The teachers just knew it would be taken care of. It was.

Lunchroom antics were still a problem and every once in a while, one of the jealous guys would make a scene. The worst of the problems came with Bill or Gary giving Trixie or Stacey a hard time. It was well known that the three of us were triad. No one said much about it, except the dynamic duo. Gary wasn’t going to let drop the fact that he was out of action for sports and even walked a bit gingerly on the foot I damaged a while back.

There was the occasional shoulder thrown, or a stray elbow in the lunch line, or similar adolescent acts that unnerved me, but I was able to take care of most of the incidents without involving anyone else. There was a time when Gary was behind me in line, jabbing me with a butter knife, whispering what he’d like to do with it if he ever saw me out and about by myself. I started laughing, an act that made him so mad he picked up his plate to dump it on me but wound up pushing it into his own chest. That was exactly what the lunch lady told the vice principal happened to him. She was right in front of us when it happened. Gary was furious, but I just walked away, took care of the cashier, and went over to sit with the girls.

Similar things happened all winter and into the spring. There was no accounting for stupidity.

Colleges had been picked out, and the way it happened couldn’t have been better, at least not for us three. Trixie and Stacey decided to stay home, like we’d planned, but so did Brenda. Donna and Diane were headed off to the university in Columbia, but Susie was going to attend trade school here in town. She wanted to be a welder, of all things, and we had a very good school for that here.

I asked Trixie once about Diane and Susie’s relationship, but was told not to worry about it, as they had things pretty well worked out and just to sit back and reap the benefits. That was just a bit worrisome for me when I heard that. I started to question it, but was hushed with a finger to my lips, followed by a kiss and a wink.

Spring break came, giving us quite a bit of time to celebrate our situation. None of us really wanted to travel anywhere, so when Mr. Francis took Stacey’s mother to New York with him on a business trip, we took advantage of the situation. Brenda spent quite a bit of time with us, as did Susie, and on trips to the mall, and a few outings to movies and dinners, Donna and Diane did as well. Still, if I looked, I could see the closeness between Susie and Diane, but there seemed to be some between Donna and Diane as well. They had always been close friends, but it seemed to me like they were becoming more and more familiar.

The Friday night of the break, just a couple of days before we went back to school was telling. So telling, in fact, that I saw my future blaze before me, so my intended spouses told me.

We were down in Stacey’s family room, the seven of us, watching a romantic comedy with some risqué scenes when one of the girls got behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. I was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa at the time. When I felt the hands moving, squeezing, caressing, and gently playing with my shoulders and my head, I made to turn around, but was stopped.

I had Trixie on one side of me and Stacy on the other, the latter actually lying with her head in my lap. The hands on my neck let me know whoever this was, wasn’t doing it out of friendship, or just playing. It was intimate. It was close. It was personal. The hands went to my chin and pulled my head back until I was looking straight up at the ceiling. There, before me, was an upside-down image of a smiling Brenda. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was a romantic kiss, albeit upside down.

When she broke the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “Charlie, I want you to make love to me tonight.”

“Uhhh,” I started to say, but was stopped by a hand on my thigh.

“It’s okay, Charlie,” Trixie said.

“We talked about this, didn’t we, hon?” Stacey asked me, looking directly into my eyes.

“Yeah, I guess we did. Are we sure this is best?” I asked them both, getting emphatic nods in return.

It was then that Brenda stood next to Trixie, pulled her, then Stacey up to where they were standing, then helped me up.

“Trixie, take him and Brenda up to my room. I’ll be there in a minute.” It was five minutes, but when she came up, she said the other three were busy downstairs, with both Diane and Susie showing Donna the pleasures of feminine delights.

Brenda undressed me and laid me back on the bed. “Charlie, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, but from what I understand, you don’t take it lightly. I’ve decided I don’t either.” She was already barefooted on the couch, so the next step, removing her shorts, started my attention to be centered on her. “I have decided, for the long term, to ask to join you three in your pursuit of love and happiness.” She pulled her tight, form fitting t-shirt over her head, leaving her in lace panties and a sheer bra. She reached behind herself to undo the bra, putting her arms out in front, pushing her breasts together and letting the bra fall down to her wrists. “I haven’t been looking very hard, mind you, but I’m just not happy unless I’m around you guys, and I don’t want that to end.” She leaned over, removing her panties, showing me that her breasts, as wonderful as they were, didn’t move hardly a millimeter. Firm, large, beautiful, and coming straight toward me.

She took up a position between my legs and settled on her own, kneeling, then sitting back on her heels. When she leaned forward, just laying her head on my chest, and sighing, I felt her breasts on my stomach, her hair on my chest, her hands on my thighs, and her tummy on my erection.

I looked side to side and saw that both of my other girlfriends were naked, reaching for my hands, and placing them under their crotches so that I would have my hands pleasuring them while Brenda was working on me.

“Brenda, I’m not doing well. I’m getting too close.”

“Yes, you are, Charlie. Yes, you are. You’re doing just fine.” She moved her torso around a little bit, then just as I started to lose control, she sat up, pulled my erection into her mouth, and sucked as I ejaculated into her mouth. She had one hand on my balls and the other on my dick. Each time she swallowed, I pulsed again, making for one of my longer orgasms. I was also feeling the wet and hot vulvae covering my hands, and that certainly didn’t help to calm my passion.