Chapter 1

The fun started on the walk home to my house, as Rhee and Heather ganged up on me being “the coach’s pet.” The fun started getting risqué at the front door, as Rhee pulled Heather’s shorts – but not her panties – down to her ankles before she was inside. I laughed heartily as I held the door open from inside the house. As I’ve come to expect, Heather objected not one whit, simply stepping out of them on the doorsill and entering the house. Once she was a few steps in the house, Rhee pulled her panties down.

I checked the angle of Heather to either of the two houses across the street that might have a view in the front door. Assessing that Heather wasn’t in view from most of the windows and doors, I left the door open and turned back to see what Rhee was doing now. My eyes bugged out a bit, as she had Heather on her back on the floor about ten feet from the door still wearing all her clothing except her shorts and panties. Heather’s and Rhee’s bags were a few feet away, obviously tossed aside. Heather’s knees were bent acutely and spread as wide as possible. She was in that position, because Rhee was on her hands and knees with her face in Heather’s crotch.

Despite the few angles from the houses across the street through the open door, I decided to hurry them along. No, I didn’t suggest that they move somewhere else. I knelt at the top of Heather’s head, lifted her shirt above her breasts and let it cover her face. I lifted both bra cups to expose her beautiful little breasts and started massaging them and playing with the nipples.

Heather began moaning. While maintaining my actions on her breasts, I lowered my head to her right ear and started whispering to her.

“It’s too bad that you can’t see through that shirt, as you might not know. The front door is still wide open. If someone like the mailman or a delivery driver or Jehovah’s Witnesses come to the door, they’ll witness more than they expected.”

She had moaned more loudly at the bit about the open door, then nearly crooned at my witness comment. I leaned over and sucked on her two nipples in turn, lightly nipping each, then put my head at her ear again.

“Of course, we probably won’t get anyone coming to the door, but who knows. However, it might not matter... , “ at which point, I was interrupted by more-intense sounds emanating from Heather’s throat and mouth.

I looked at Rhee, and she obviously had some fingers inside Heather, as I saw her arm moving in a manner consistent with Heather’s pussy getting finger fucked, all while Rhee’s mouth was going to town on her clit. So, I spoke more loudly.

“It might not matter that no one comes to the door, as when Rhee drives you crazy, anyone on the sidewalk will hear you scream.”

That did the trick; Heather tipped over almost immediately. I leaned over again and attacked her breasts with my mouth, partly to make her orgasm more intense but also to interpose my torso between us and the door, figuring that it would block some of the sound. She was loud.

When she was obviously coming down from the heights, I ceased my nipple sucking and pinching and just caressed her chest and belly. Rhee raised up to her knees, her eyes shining brightly.

Heather, when her breathing moderated, reached up to remove the shirt from in front of her face. I was ready and grabbed her arms.

“Ah, ah, ah. No peeking. Stand up.”

I had released her arms, but as she began the process of standing, I made sure that her shirt continued to cover her face.

When I said, “Rhee, her bra,” Rhee stood up and reached around Heather’s torso to unhook it.

“Okay, Heather,” I said, “close your eyes and keep them closed.”

Heather nodded her head slightly. I then pulled her shirt off her, Heather cooperating by raising her arms; Rhee slipped her bra off her. I then put her shirt back over her head as if I were putting it back on her but left it so just her head was in it.

“You can open your eyes, but don’t take the shirt off your head. We’re going upstairs now, past the open front door.”

I looked out the doorway and saw no one, so started guiding Heather toward the stairs that opened onto this floor right by the front door. Rhee had obviously designed her own subsidiary plan, as she had taken off her shirt and bra before we had taken two steps. Rhee then walked in front of Heather, stopped, and turned to face her, then enveloped her, Rhee’s breasts pressed against Heather between her neck and her breasts.

We were now about four feet from the front door, and I could now see some of the windows on one of the houses across the street. I could also hear two people talking on the sidewalk, though they weren’t in view.

Rhee, who had released Heather and was standing next to her, said, “You’re on display, Heather, and you can probably hear those people on the sidewalk.”

A long, wavering sigh-moan escaped from Heather’s mouth. I tweaked a nipple, and a sharper moan ensued. As I turned Heather to her left, I notified her that we were going up the stairs and that she should take it slowly. Rhee closed the front door; the people on the sidewalk had never come into view. The three of us made our slow way up the stairs, turned right down the hall, then left toward the bathroom, then right into the bathroom.

“Bathroom,” Heather asked.

“Yes. Wait here.”

Rhee got naked, then took Heather’s shoes and socks off her. I joined them in nudity. I had a plan that I hadn’t divulged, even to Rhee, that I thought would knock Heather’s socks off. It involved my knowledge that the next-door neighbors to street-facing right were away visiting family.

“Rhee, please turn on the shower and get Heather wet.” I reached under the sink and grabbed the bucket there. I waited while Rhee got the showerheads going and the temp agreeable.

“Close your eyes, again, Heather,” I instructed.

When she nodded, I pulled the shirt off her head, then led her into the shower. All three of us got our hair and bodies wet. I also filled the bucket with water. Rhee cocked her eyebrow at me; I mouthed, “Wait.”

Heather had a questioning look on her face, her eyes still closed, as the bucket filled, but I said nothing about it. I set the bucket on the floor of the shower.

“No questions, now, but we’re exiting the shower.”

Rhee cocked her eyebrow again; I shook my head at her. I gathered shampoo, soap, and the poofy, scrubby thing and then led them to the door opening from the bathroom onto the deck and then outside.

“Fucking hell,” Rhee exclaimed. “I’ve never been naked on the deck. What about the Jacobsens,” she asked while pointing to street-facing right.

“Oh, they’re probably not home,” hitting the “probably” hard.

“Where are we,” asked Heather.

“Open your eyes,” I said gently.

Her blue eyes opened, took in the tree canopies that blocked the houses behind us, and gave out an unintelligible, but happy-sounding, loud squeak. She looked right, but the house to street-facing left of us is a ranch, so all she could see is their roof. When she looked left, she startled.

“They’re not home?”

“Probably not,” again emphasizing the “probably.”

“Now, you stand there, and we’ll wash you.”

“WOW! This is WONDERFUL!”

She proceeded to spread her feet farther apart and raised both arms above her head, but angling laterally away from her body, effectively presenting her nude self to the world.

“I love you, guys. You keep making my world better and better.”

I proceeded to wash her hair while Rhee soaped and scrubbed her body, the hot sun shining down on us from a cloudless sky. When I finished washing her hair, I retrieved the bucket of hot water from the shower, returned to Heather, and poured it over her head and shoulders. I then returned to the shower,, turned the showerheads back on and got the water to the right temperature, and refilled the bucket. I distributed the second bucket over her front and back, rinsing her.

Heather and I then washed Rhee, followed by the two of them washing me. We air dried on the deck. Well, we air dried our bodies while toweling our hair, particularly Rhee’s. I ran an extension cord onto the deck and Heather and I each ran a hair dryer on Rhee’s hair, each of us brush in hand.

We lounged out there on the deck in separate chaise longues until hunger drove us to the kitchen for lunch. On the way downstairs, I admitted that I knew that the neighbors were on vacation, as Dad had their key and was checking on the house every few days.

“Can we make lunch and eat it on the deck,” Heather asked.

“Sure”

On the way back up, I grabbed my big, thick comforter from my room. When we hit the deck, I spread it on the deck away from where we had “showered,” though the sun had dried most of the area. I went to my room and returned with some pillows. We sat on the comforter Indian style munching away at sandwiches.

Not too surprisingly, when we had parked our derrieres on the comforter, Heather wound up in the middle. Once Heather finished, she put her plate on the deck and stretched out face up.

“Man, I could get used to this. This is exquisite, with both the warm sun and the light breeze on my, well, on all of me.”

As Rhee and I had each sat facing Heather, thus each other, I was looking at Rhee’s face, trying to divine her thoughts, intentions. I didn’t wait long until she leaned over Heather and kissed me lightly, then backed off.

“I love you, Beth. This was such a lovely idea. Thanks.”

When Heather parroted Rhee’s thank-you, I looked down at her; she was looking at me. I watched as she reached her left hand to my right breast and her right hand to Rhee’s left breast.

“I want you two. Right here. Right now.”

Before either of us could respond, she elevated her torso and replaced her left hand with her mouth, sucking my nipple. I probably should have moved us to my room, but it was so nice in the sun and I was so turned on by it all: sitting naked on the deck with my best friend and lover, also naked, and with my new really good friend and lover, who was naked and wanting me.

I capitulated. I laid her back and stretched myself beside her, Rhee quickly following suit. I stuck my right breast in her face, an action that Rhee mirrored. Heather fondled those two very different breasts, then took turns sucking the respective nipples. With my right hand, I fondled Heather’s right breast. Again, Rhee mirrored my action.

For quite a while, we did not change anything. Rhee and I fondled Heather’s breasts, Heather fondled and sucked on ours. After some unknown amount of time, I skootched down so that I could kiss Heather. Again, Rhee mirrored me, and our mouths met at Heather’s, three tongues meeting in the middle.

The three of us used our mouths on each other’s mouths, Rhee’s left hand and my right still fondling Heather’s breasts.

“I want one of your pussies on my mouth.”

Rhee and I glanced at each other and she made a slight motion. I believe that I interpreted it correctly, so sat up, turned around, then straddled Heather’s head between my knees facing her feet. Rhee had either already figured what we were going to do or interpreted my turn correctly, and she skootched farther down and inserted her body between Heather’s legs, lying on her belly. She immediately began laving Heather’s lips with her tongue, while I lowered my pussy onto Heather’s mouth. I put my fingertips on Heather’s lovely breasts and began lightly stroking them, slowly increasing the pressure on her breasts until I was rubbing them, squeezing the nipples.

Heather’s hands and mouth were very active on my pussy, frequently causing a rush of feeling to course through me, such that my hands stopped moving.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned.

I could vaguely hear Rhee’s mouth on Heather and, perhaps, the squishy in-and-out noises of her fingers sliding back and forth in Heather’s vagina. That was probably exciting me a little, but Heather’s tongue and fingers were exciting me even more.

So far, this sex session ... no, it was not just sex; this was love. This was love being expressed sexually and, so far, it was mostly gentle, though not at all tentative. The three of us were becoming familiar, not only with each other, but with all of us as a trio. No one was trying to push the heat higher rapidly. No one was pushing to shove another over the orgasmic precipice. No, this was a slow rise, each of us and all of us content with expressing our feelings for each other and for all of us, here in our currently circumscribed universe that encompassed only we three and a small area of the deck at the Williams house.

I recall long, easy orgasms. I recall ... vaguely recall, switching places, mouths and hands having different duties on different bodies. How many times we changed places, how many orgasms we achieved, either singularly or combined, I know not, nor do I care to know. We three reveled in a new awareness of a slightly-less-new relationship. That awareness seems not to have been a conscious awareness, but one that slowly and easily crept over us, nonetheless. One that sent us to Morpheus’ realm before that awareness reached our singular or collective consciousnesses.

I woke wrapped partly around Heather in a place that I couldn’t determine, until I realized that I had been woken by a car. And our garage door. Oh, we’re on the deck.

OH. WE’RE ON THE DECK. WE’VE JUST HAD SEX. WE’RE NAKED. AND DAD HAS JUST GOTTEN HOME!

I quietly, but aggressively, roused my partners – Hmm. Is that an official usage of the term? Anyway, I got them awake, and on their feet, through the bathroom, and to my room. Uh, our room. It’s definitely Rhee’s and my room, but is it now also Heather’s room?

My mind side-tracked to having Heather move some clothes from her house to my room ... uh, our room, but Rhee roused me from that deviation.

“Oh,” she got out right before her chest heaved mightily. She tried again.

“OH.”

I could see her eyes moisten. I could also hear Heather’s long, slow exhalation behind me.

“What just happened? What was that? I mean, I know the physical details. I’m asking metaphysically. My insides are both very calm and jumping around like a maniac at the same time. I am incredibly excited as well as wonderfully serene. What did we just do?”

Rhee, who has been accused of having a less-than-poetic soul, answered her.

“I think that we touched the universe, and that it touched us back.”

Heather looked into her eyes for a long moment, then replied.

“Yes, that fits, but I think there’s more. I think that the universe, when it touched us, bound us. Bound us with evanescent straps, straps that connect us.”

“Yes,” I responded. “I feel that we are one, but also three. How can that be?”

I turned to Rhee.

“Is Heather the third? We both thought that it was Dad. Do you still feel the want for Dad?”

Rhee stared into herself, feeling her emotions, her desires, for some time.

“Yes, the want is still there, but it is, ummm ... less clouded? More ... umm ... more certain? How can that be? HOW can that be? How can a spectacularly beautiful ... whatever that was that we just experienced together... , “ and she slowed to a halt, the train of thought temporarily lost.

“I feel the want, too, but stronger. It feels almost ... inevitable? That doesn’t seem quite right, but that word feels closest” added Heather.

Rhee recovered, and said, “Yes, inevitable does seem nearly right. But I’m still confused. What does Dad have to do with what the three of us experienced. You two did experience the same thing, right?”

“I think so. That is, I did if you feel that what we did was both impossible and possible. That we were somehow joined into one, but that each two-way relationship has not changed. I feel that I still love you, Rhee, more, but that I love us, the three of us, even more. I also feel that there is more to us than just us. I don’t know if the more is a person, or persons, or ... what. I just feel that there is more.

“I am still more confused about everything, but I am certain, dead certain, that the three of us are meant to be together. It makes me feel bad, quite bad, thinking of not having either of you, but horribly more worse thinking of not having both of you.”

I shook my head violently, trying to rid it of seemingly contradicting assertions. Not surprisingly, they did not go away. I inhaled deeply, let out the breath slowly, then consciously calmed my mind. I did so by concentrating on the things that I knew were true, were real.

The others remained silent, perhaps focused on the same effort to make order out of seeming illogicality. I was certain of a number of things, a couple in particular. To stress those to myself, I took a step to Rhee, gently held her by the shoulders, looked in her eyes, and spoke.

“I love you, Rhee. I want to be with you and you with me, forever.”

I then leaned in and kissed her lips gently. I released her and stepped over to Heather. As with Rhee, I held her by her shoulders and spoke.

“I love you, Heather, I want to be with you and you with me, forever.”

I then leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.

Heather looked deep into me for a time immeasurable.

“I am yours. Forever.”

Immediately after saying that, she shook her head, as I had just recently done. She did it again, then turned to Rhee.

“I am yours. Forever.”

She then put her right arm around Rhee’s waist, her left around mine, and pulled us together.

“I am both of yours. Forever.”

She paused, obviously in thought, and seemingly trying to figure something out. Rhee and I glanced at each other and waited for Heather’s thought process to finish. After many minutes, it must have completed, as she spoke. She spoke words that, now, some four hours later, continue to surprise and mystify me.

“I am more yours than you are mine, but you are both no less mine than Juliet was Romeo’s, or Romeo Juliet’s. You two are each other’s, but, more importantly, you are all of ours. There are others. Some may be one of ours, specifically, but all of ours, generally. Some are not any of ours but are all of ours.”

She paused for many moments, then got a confused look on her face.

“I had it. I had it for a few seconds, but it’s escaped.”

I looked at her, then at Rhee. Both looked like I felt: That understanding had been so close, and though neither Rhee nor I had grasped what Heather apparently had, no matter how fleetingly, that none of us were sad that we had not understood or that what understanding there had been had been evanescent.

“I think,” Heather said, “that getting a grasp on what has happened, what we now are, may well be like mentally getting a handle on a tesseract. It’s freaking, damned difficult in the first place, and so easy to lose. However, now that it seems to be gone, much of my confusion is also gone. How can that be? Reaching down deep into my feelings, I still feel a warm, crackling fire inside myself where you guys live, and I’m quite happy with that.”

She then grabbed us around our waists and pulled us in, again.

“I’m also quite happy, ecstatic, to be here with you, having had a mind-blowing, loving experience with you. An experience that I may never fully understand, one that most people probably never even approach in intensity, but one that I feel certain we will share again. I love you both.”

Then, a wicked grin seemed to creep across her face.

“And,” she said, “the two of you can do me anytime, anywhere. Just take me whenever you want. I am yours. I do not belong to either of you; I am not a slave. However, I. AM. YOURS. TOGETHER.”

She then pulled us into a three-way kiss.

When we each had pulled back slightly, I saw that same wicked grin that had captured Heather, do the same to Rhee.

“And we are so going to take you whenever we want, wherever we want. And we WILL take you in front of an audience!”

I confirmed. “Rhee and I will sex you up, but good, Heather, in front of an audience. However, we will not do it to demean you. We will do it because you want it so much.”

“Oh, GOD! I do! I definitely do!”

That wicked grin returned to Rhee’s face, but very quickly, this time.

“You do? Did you just agree to marry us? To take us in sickness and in health; for richer and poorer, and all those other contrasting doublets?”

Heather chuckled, but then her face calmed. She looked quickly back-and-forth between us.

“Yes, I do.”

Just a few seconds later, I could hear Mom on the stairs. My first thought was how long we’d been having this discussion about our experience. The second thought was that we were all naked. The third thought was that Mom knew that Rhee and I spent our time in our room naked. The fourth thought was that she didn’t know that Heather had become our lover. At least, I didn’t think that she knew that, but I have learned that she is quite good at putting disparate hints together to come to a, usually, correct answer.

However, by the time that I came to the conclusion of this burst of thoughts, the door was opening.

Mom stood in the doorway, her face showing slight surprise.

“I figured that Heather had joined the naked-in-Beth’s-room club, but you all look quite cozy.”

Heather blushed. I rolled my eyes. Rhee grinned. Oddly, not one of us let go of the others.

I quipped, “We were playing London Bridge, though we hadn’t gotten to the falling-down part, yet.”

Mom chuckled. Heather grinned. Rhee rolled her eyes.

“Dinner is ready. Heather, your mother called, as she hadn’t been able to reach you on your cell. Since I saw your bag in the living room, I knew you were here, so allayed her ... concern.”