Chapter 7

Annette showed up on the first day of school as a new student. Beth introduced herself to Annette, and they became friends. It was funny, in a way, because after she did it, I remembered that I’d seen them around together in my first run through life. Annette joined us for lunch almost every day. There were days we didn’t have a hot lunch. Usually, they served tomato soup or a few other things that were not fit for human consumption.

Annette became so attached to us that Beth confessed that she was asking personal questions about us. Annette was not Bi (my previous Annette wasn’t, anyway), but she stuck around us like glue. She became affectionate with lots of hugs. Then that jerk tried to horn in. Carl was his name, and he had been her first husband. Annette was a real people pleaser, so she didn’t know how to say no. But Beth and I did, and we sent him packing the first chance we could. It was easy. He was only interested in getting laid in the first place. A rumor about her and a sly reference led the jerk to find greener pastures.

Annette was not happy when she heard she liked girls. So, I asked her to the next dance, and Beth insisted she had better go. She did, much to my mom’s dismay. Mom thought I was dumping Beth. She had no clue as to what Beth and I were up to. Beth was at the dance with a camera in hand. She got lots of nice shots of Annette and me. That wasn’t all she shot, but it was all I was interested in.

Annette seemed confused about the whole thing. I mean, on the one hand, I was with Beth, and on the other hand, I was with her. It was time to come clean.

Beth asked that we all go out afterward, and we did. At the restaurant, we confessed all to her. Of course, she didn’t believe a word, but she couldn’t deny that we had become her best friends. I briefly wished that The Three Thieves would intervene again. I guess they decided to be nice because Beth and I got a call from Annette at three in the morning the next day.

Oh! I might have forgotten that we sleep at my place half the time, and the other half, we sleep at Beth’s. That night, we were at Beth’s house. Mom likes the arrangement because she had her girlfriend over the nights I was gone. My poor mother is still trying to hide her preferences from me. She did a lousy job of it. Then again, she was discreet about it.

Anyway, The Three Thieves picked Annette up, and she was convinced after that. She needed us, and she was coming over right now. What could we do? We got up and met her out front. She fell into our arms. It seems she got a glimpse of her life if she didn’t stay with us. It was a lot more intervention than I had hoped for. Even if it upset Annette over the experience, she didn’t take it out on Beth and me.

It would be a night to remember for the three of us. We snuck Annette into the house and the bedroom. We talked for over an hour before drifting off to sleep. I think I was the first to fall asleep because the two of them took advantage of me in that state.

Not that I was going to complain at all. I had never had a double blowjob in my prior life. I was getting one when I awoke, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. They were licking up and down my shaft and seemed to be playing tag with their tongues at the same time. It was overwhelming, and the goop started spurting all too soon. They were gobbling it up, and then, to my surprise, they started sharing it.

It turned into the hottest kiss I think I have ever seen. I had recovered enough that I started to rub them both with my hands. Soon, they joined their hands with mine, and we all became naked.

I managed to be the first one to get my head between Annette’s legs and started kissing her clitoris just the way I knew she liked it best. She went ballistic and was thrashing around uncontrollably. My tongue finally tired, and I pulled away. Annette settled down, and you could see the sweat sheen on her body from the streetlight’s glow outside the window.

Beth wanted her turn and stuck her face down there next. I laid down next to Annette and massaged her breast as Beth ate her out better than I ever could. Annette had all she could do not to scream. She clutched at Beth’s head, pulling it away because she couldn’t take any more.

Beth lay down on her other side and started kissing her some more. Annette turned to me, and I kissed her as well. Then my hand drifted down between her legs, and Beth’s mouth settled around her nipple. God, I missed Annette’s nipples, so I took the other one in my mouth as well.

Meanwhile, my hand was rubbing her swollen mound. Annette responded by grasping my cock in her hand. It wasn’t long before I got the message that she was trying to pull me on top of her. I followed along and soon found myself back inside my true first love. I looked down into her face as she smiled at the motion my hips were making. Beth looked up into my eyes and smiled.

Then she switched her mouth from Annette’s nipple to one of mine. It was overwhelming. I started pumping for all I was worth. I came so hard I collapsed on top of Annette. I was worried for a moment that I might hurt her. I mean, my weight on her is that. Then I remembered that she liked it. We had done that frequently in our prior lives.

I felt guilty that I had nothing left for Beth that night. Well, it turned out that Annette was the one who solved that problem. She had tugged Beth’s hips into place over her head, and she dug in.

That’s when I remembered that she had once told me she had tried it with a girl. Did she say only once, or was that just my interpretation? She had said it was different with a woman; that is how she described it. She left me feeling better with a man, and I never pried. Beth was a bit louder than usual, given we were in her parents’ house. Ultimately, we were just three hot, sweaty bodies on the bed. Somehow, I was in the middle when I fell asleep.

Beth’s Dad seemed very concerned with Annette being there when we finally got up at noon that Saturday. He didn’t say much, and Edith, his wife, kept it that way. I did not know that Beth had told her mother everything about me. In the end, I guess he just accepted that his daughter wanted a man and a woman. He never said anything else on the subject—not where I could hear him, anyway.

The girls started referring to the three of us as a triad. It was Annette’s idea that we should take photos of our sex play. God, it was a good thing the child porn laws were not in place yet. I was 18, and so was Beth, but Annette was still seventeen and would be until January. We had months before she would be legal to do that.

Annette turned into a quick study, however. She mastered photography like a pro, and we bought her an F-2, too. She was getting shots of Beth and me that could win awards in photo magazines. Well, I was sure they would if we submitted them.

I wanted to be a professional photographer, so I decided a BS in liberal arts was the way to go. Annette followed suit for the degree anyway. She was leaning towards social work of some kind. I remembered that it was a terrible thing for her in the future. Not that being in a triad was going to help her position much. When it came out, I could hear the state’s decision to pull her license for lack of good moral character. It was Beth that convinced her to become a nurse. She wanted Annette to work alongside her in her practice. As I said, Annette was a people pleaser and went along for the ride on that one.

All was going well, and Annette’s birthday was approaching, so we planned a private party for her at Momma Lois’ restaurant. It was family only, mainly ours.

That’s when Carl showed his ugly head again and started making trouble at school. It was right after winter break, and he was determined I would give him Annette back. The first thing that began to go around was a rumor that Annette had dumped me because she was unwilling to share with Beth. Then, it was Beth who dumped me rather than share with Annette. The two of them had been fighting like cats and dogs. Finally, I was arrested over summer break for prostitution.

This rumor caused problems for the lawsuit against the school. The lawyer informed us that it probably wouldn’t be settled until after graduation. That was because it kept the school from acting against Beth and me. After all, any action the school took could be viewed by a juror as proof that the school had harmed us. Now how is being raped in the principal’s office not ‘harmed’? Ok, he didn’t rape me, but he did plead guilty to doing so. It’s not like he wasn’t guilty of the other fourteen rapes.

Carl approached Annette when alone and demanded she go out with him. She said no, of course, but he didn’t like that. So, the day before her birthday, he hit her and gave her a black eye. He then claimed that she had walked into a door. The police were called in when she complained a bit forcefully that he had attacked her. In the end, it was his word against her word, and his tale of her running into the door was a good one. After all, he loved her, so why would he hit her?

The police decided they didn’t have a good enough case and left. Annette was now in the wrong way because Beth and I were the only ones who believed her. Most of the rest of the school felt the two of them were going out. You would think the fact that the three of us hung out all the time would have some effect on them. Well, gossip has a life of its own. People would rather believe the unbelievable than what they can see with their own eyes, as long as it’s “juicy.”