Chapter 4

"This is a good movie," Chrissy giggled.

"My favorite." I smiled at him, or more at the stars really. I was laying on my back while him and Mark cooked some hotdogs for us on sharp sticks.

We sitting on a huge soft quilted comforter, spread out over the short grass. Mark had brought it along in the back of his truck. We had a cooler too, with some food in it. Just hot dogs and chips, some cokes. We had a little fire going and it was nice, sitting in our spot. Our special place. The old bridge was just in front of us, lit up by the big orange moon and the creek beneath it gurgled softly. There were still some crickets, but not many, and no frogs this time of year.

"We come out here every weekend," Mark told him. "We say we're going someplace else, but..."

"There's no place better than this," I sighed.

"So how come ... I mean, I gotta ask ... Why do you guys wanna go out with me?" Chris looked at me, but probably he wanted Mark to answer. It was a guy thing.

"Why not?" I grinned.

"You two are so ... perfect, why do you..."

"Oh! Falling star!" I pointed, but it was gone so fast. "I wish..." I laughed and kept it to myself.

"We're just us," Mark shrugged, looking up for a second. "We talked about stuff..."

"We talk about everything," I giggled.

" ... Like what would make us happier, or whatever." Mark pulled his hotdog out of the fire, actually two of them, and looked at them closely.

" ... And first we were like, maybe having another girlfriend would be kinda cool," I continued. "But Mark's pretty busy anyway and there aren't very many girls around that we really like."

"We like 'em okay," Mark said.

"Yeah, I mean we like them, but not ... You know..."

"Okay," Chris shrugged, but maybe he wasn't sure and he was checking the hotdogs he was cooking too.

"So we started thinking about boys, cause you know Stephy." Mark grinned. "She always needs a ride or something."

"I do not!" I sat up a little.

"You do too!" Mark chuckled.

"No way! Don't listen to him," I told Chris and he was smiling at me.

"What?" Mark shook his head and looked across the fire. "What was the first thing she ever asked you, Chrissy?"

"Uh, for a ride," Chris giggled.

"See?" Mark grinned at me. "I rest my case."

"Hah!" I shook my head. "I asked him his name before I asked for a ride."

"That doesn't count!" Mark was pulling the hotdogs off the stick, making little ooch! sounds as he burned his fingertips.

"The first thing I asked," I nodded. "You guys gotta get your stories straight."

"Well maybe..." Chris was taking his hotdogs off too. "But I definitely remember she needed a ride home first thing."

"See? First impressions are forever, Steph." Mark was laughing.

"Yeah, yeah ... Well, the only reason I asked was so he'd be at my house when you came over." I sat all the way up. "Remember that?"

"Whatever." Mark waved at me. "Anyway ... The point is ... What was my point?"

"Your head," I laughed. "Give me my hotdogs."

"I got it. Do you want ketchup or mustard?" Chris was fixing the two he'd made for me.

"Both." I grinned and then stuck my tongue out at Mark. "See? That's a real boyfriend!"

"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me." Mark laughed. "The point is, we thought being friends was more important than anything else, so if we had another friend..."

"Like a boy," I added.

" ... that we both liked, well, why wouldn't we want to share everything?" Mark looked at Chris. "So when Stephy started talking about you, I was like yeah, he seems pretty cool, let's ask him out."

"So this is like ... What? A first date? See if you guys like me?" Chris handed me a paper plate with hotdogs and chips and I smiled at him, setting it down beside me.

"No way," I giggled. "We had that already."

"Yeah," Mark nodded. "It's hard to explain, but I mean it feels right, doesn't it?"

"The three of us together?" I looked at Chrissy, biting a chip slowly.

"Yeah," he nodded. "It feels great."

Chris was putting some more hotdogs on his stick and Mark was already cooking two more. He'd cook the whole package probably, just cause he could eat a lot. And it was so nice just being out there with them. Chris was still kind of uncomfortable, a little shy, but only because he didn't know us really well yet. Mark and I had dated a long time, so we knew what the other one was thinking, practically. After awhile Chris would be like that too.

"Oh! You gotta tell Mark the good news, Chrissy!" I said around a mouthful of hotdog. I'd just remembered and I couldn't even wait until I'd swallowed it.

"What good news?" Mark looked at me.

"Ummph..." I did swallow, hard. "Chrissy will tell you. It's way cool!"

"You mean the ... Thing with ... Yeah..." Chris giggled sorta nervously, but he shouldn't have been nervous at all.

"What thing?" Mark laughed, turning his hotdogs over the fire slowly.

"Uh ... I'm going to be a cheerleader." Chris gave Mark a little shrug. "I think."

"He is!" I clapped my hands happily. "Isn't that cool?"

"A cheerleader?" Mark grinned. "What like Stephy? Pom-poms and a skirt and all that?"

"What?" I frowned. "Don't be silly!"

"No." Chris shook his head, knowing Mark was teasing him. "I hope not anyway."

"I think the boys wear pants and a sweater ... They do lifts and stuff, you know?" I explained to Mark.

"That's pretty cool," Mark nodded.

"Yeah, the coach asked me today when I was watching Steph's practice," Chris agreed.

"Ms. Hayden," I said. "She was all over you too, Chris. You can't say no."

"Sooooo..." Mark smiled. "I'm dating two cheerleaders, huh?"

"The two hottest ones!" I giggled and Chrissy blushed.

"No doubt." Mark grinned.

"I just have to figure out how to tell my dad." Chris made a face.

"Ah, he isn't that bad," Mark shrugged and his hotdogs were about cooked.

"Yeah he is!" Chris laughed. "Anyway, I don't know. I'll try and tell him tomorrow at Stephanie's house. Maybe he'll at least try and be cool in front of other people."

"Just tell your dad you fucked me." I grinned at Chris and he looked shocked.

"What?" He glanced at Mark who just smiled.

"Yeah, but not like in front of my dad!" I laughed. "But you know, when you tell him, just say I fucked you so you'd do it, like that's why I'm going out with you."

"Uhhh..." Chris looked at his hotdogs, mostly so he wouldn't have to look at me, I thought.

"What?" I picked up my other hotdog.

"That's not why you did ... We did it ... Is it?" Chrissy's voice was soft.

"What?" I made a face. "No, of course not! I didn't even think about that."

"I know," Chris nodded quickly. "I just..."

"What's wrong, dude?" Mark looked at him.

"I just never knew anyone like her ... Like either of you." Chris cleared his throat. "I feel like I'm kind of dreaming, you know?"

"That's sweet." I smiled at him.

"Well, we're not going to wake you up." Mark smiled at him too.

"Every time I got something good, there was always ... I don't know, like a string attached, you know?" Chris was being pretty serious and we nodded. "I just ... If you guys are messing with me..."

"We're not," I promised.

"You're my boyfriend, Chrissy," Mark said. "Stephy's too, nobody's gonna mess with you around here."

"Mark will beat 'em up!" I giggled.

"I will, too!" Mark chuckled.

"Okay." Chris smiled and his hotdogs were cooked. "I ... Yeah ... Okay"

There really wasn't much more to say about it.

"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular and neither one of my boyfriends wanted to answer me at first.

So I stopped unbuttoning my dress and gave them a frown in the combined yellowish light of the big rising moon and our little campfire. They were sitting on the comforter, Mark and Chris, watching me as I stood just a few feet in front of them. I was barefoot and a little self-conscious, but only because there were two of them, and that was something different. But I wasn't shy or nervous, if anything I was calm with a sort of happy excitement that wasn't overwhelming at all.

I didn't want it to be ... I wanted to remember everything perfectly.

And I had been undressing for them, but just started, when I'd wondered about the time. I had to be back home before one in the morning, which had sounded like a very long time from when we'd started our little adventure at seven, but it wasn't. Not really.

I'd stood up and kicked off my shoes with a smile and stretched for a moment with a happy sigh, teasing my two boyfriends while they watched. My long black hair was loose and the night warm, without even a breeze to disturb it. I had seven buttons on my dress, right down the front, and I started at the top ... One and then ... Two...

"I said, what time is it?" I asked again, since I'd taken off all my jewelry, including my little Minnie Mouse watch before I'd even gotten out of the truck, probably two hours before.

"Uh ... Nine oh four, Steph." Chris tilted his wrist.

"Be time to go home before she gets undressed," Mark teased me.

"Huh?" I stared at him.

"I don't care," Chris sighed. "Look at her."

"Ahhh..." I smiled at Chris. "That's what I like about new boyfriends."

"You're spoiling her, dude." Mark grinned at Chris and he was acting like that on purpose, but I knew he liked watching me just as much as Chrissy did.

"Old boyfriends just don't appreciate me enough," I sighed theatrically. "This is supposed to be slow and sexy."

"It is. You're beautiful Steph." Chris wasn't paying much attention to Mark.

"It's slow, I'll give you that much." Mark chuckled and then he lunged forward, quickly too, and grabbed me around the waist.

"Whooo! Hey! What ... Heey ... Oh!" I was giggling and screaming and Mark had pulled me down quick to the comforter, putting me somewhat gently, but sorta roughly too, flat on my back between himself and Chris.

"Now this is sexy." Mark was on my right and he grabbed that arm, pulling it above my head.

"This is fun too," Chris nodded and he followed Mark's example, taking my left arm and pulling it up.

"Oh, you guys ruined it," I pouted, but I was smiling too. "I was gonna strip for you."

"You still are." Mark had his hand on my tummy, sliding it up my buttons until he got to the third one down, the one between my breasts.

"You do make it pretty hard to wait, Steph," Chris almost apologized.

"Alright..." I sighed airily. "Hurry up then ... Whatever ... Somebody kiss me though, before I change my mind."

Chris giggled and started leaning towards me.

"She's bluffing." Mark laughed, undoing my buttons rather nimbly with his big fingers.

"So?" Chris grinned and he did kiss me, putting his soft lips on mine and he kept his eyes open as I let him do it.

I know because I kept mine open too, watching him and letting him do all the work this time. All our other kisses I'd been the one doing it, now it was his turn. Chris licked across my lips lightly at first, and then he grew bold, pushing his tongue slowly into my mouth where I greeted it eagerly with mine.

Mark had my dress unbuttoned quickly and I was shrugging myself out of it, with Mark's help, and giggling while I tried to keep kissing Chris. It was awkward and fun and finally Chris pulled away, smiling and watching as I sat up. My dress was around my waist and I lifted my butt so that Mark could pull it down my long legs.

I reached back with my left hand, holding my bra to my breasts with the right, and unclasped it with a grin and a wiggle of my eyebrows. I held it in place, switching hands only briefly as I slipped my arms through the straps and then I brought my knees up close, keeping my bra against my tits while I hugged my legs. It was all I wore, that loose bra and my panties.

"You guys have to undress too, you know," I told them seriously.

"We will," Mark promised.

"Like tonight?" I giggled. "I'm not getting naked if you guys aren't."

"That's pretty fair," Chris nodded.

He was willing to do anything to make me happy, while Mark was playing devil's advocate, as someone had to and I always liked the way he teased me anyway. But now it was time for some fun, like we didn't have enough all week anyway, but this was our night to really have some time together anyway. Saturday too and Sunday afternoons, but Friday night was my favorite just because it seemed to take forever to get there.

"Come on..." I prodded Mark with a giggle and he was grinning, sitting down and pulling off his cowboy boots.

"It's gonna get chilly in a little bit," Chris said and he was undressing slowly, being willing but a little shy.

"Don't worry, it'll be warm later." Mark looked at him and it was the same sort of look he might have given me, which sent a little quiver through my tummy.

"Yeah," Chris agreed, sort of softly and looking down and he was so cute like that it was almost an ache, like a physical thing inside me.

Mark and I really had talked a lot about stuff like this, about adding a third person to our relationship. I don't know why exactly, or how it had come up. It wasn't like we were bored with each other or anything, far from it. I was happier with him now than I'd ever been. Mark said it was because he wanted to share what we had, like it was too good to keep it a secret just between him and me. He wanted just one person to know what we had and appreciate it, just like he'd appreciate what Chris I would have. And I'd enjoy Mark and Chris and their affection for each other.

Yeah, three people together had to be about perfect, we'd decided, and not that long ago either. Just a few months, during the summer. We'd make love, or sometimes just sit and kiss, and talk about who we both might like. And that was the hardest part, really. Mark was the most special person in the school for me, the whole world maybe. And he felt the same for me, so how we're we going to find someone like that? Boy or girl didn't matter, and we'd talked about that stuff too. I could love another girl, a body was a body, the person was what counted. Although I had to admit I did really want to be with someone I found really attractive ... But who wouldn't? That's just common sense.

Lots of people fall in love though, and attraction isn't just looks. It isn't even mostly looks, once you know the person. Believe me, I know. Me and Mark talked about all the other kids in school, girls and boys, and the best looking ones were usually the ones we shook our heads at first, for a variety of reasons. Yeah, it might be nice to kiss so-and-so, but did we want to spend hours talking with him or her? No, definitely not. So our options got less and less and finally there just weren't anymore names on our list.

Until Chris came along. And yeah, we'd picked him mostly cause he looked seriously sweet, cute and sexy, and just hot as heck! But he was new too, so we didn't know him. He could have been a real butthead for all we knew. Or a dork, or an idiot. Shoot, he could have been French for all we knew. But you know what? Me and Mark got so lucky with each other that I guess we just figured it was fate, or destiny, or whatever ... We needed someone and there he was. Chris had to be right and now, watching him undress for us in the moonlight at our special place, I knew he was perfect.

"What?" Chris caught me looking at him, because I was thinking about that stuff.

"She's kinda spacey sometimes." Mark laughed and he was undoing the snaps on his shirt

"Huh?" I smiled and felt a little warm. "I was just thinking how lucky we are that Chris moved here."

"I'm pretty glad I moved here too." Chris was kneeling, barefoot in his pants, and he'd pulled off his sweater and the t-shirt he'd worn underneath.

"You're so pretty," I sighed, looking at Chrissy's chest. Not muscular or anything, just toned mostly, and clean without any hair, just his nipples, dark in the moonlight, warmed by the fire.

"He's beautiful." Mark nodded, pulling his shirt off and Chris looked at him, swallowing hard. "You're the hottest boy in school, Chrissy."

"I ... Nobody ever called me beautiful before." Chris laughed a little. "Uh ... This is kind of strange for me."

"Me too," Mark grinned. "That's okay though, we'll figure it out."

"Yeah," Chris nodded.

Chris was looking at Mark's body which was seriously hard. Not like a body builder, but he had real muscles and you could see them, on his chest and stomach, shoulders, everything. And Mark had just a little thatch of brown hair on his chest, halfway between his nipples, and a thin trail running from his belly button into his pants. They were so different just from the waist up, my two boyfriends; I loved that part of it.

"Here..." Mark said gently, and I knew he was a little nervous too, although he didn't want to show it at all.

"What?" Chris widened his eyes as Mark moved closer to him and reached out to touch his chest.

"I'll undress you, okay?" Mark asked and Chris didn't say anything for a moment.

"Yeah. Okay," Chris finally agreed and he sucked in his tummy a little, looking down as Mark moved his hands down Chris' body, to his khaki trousers.

"I've never done this." Mark smiled at Chris, his voice coaxing the other boy to look up.

"Me neither." Chris licked his lips. "But I want to."

"Me too." Mark undid Chrissy's pants and then he was pushing them down the boy's thighs, so that Chris was wearing just a pair of plain white briefs.

I just sat there smiling with my head turned sideways; resting my cheek on my knees and watching my two boyfriends discover each other. I didn't feel neglected or forgotten or anything. They were doing it for me too and I didn't have to be involved more than I was, just enjoying the sight of them together. It had my heart beating quickly, my skin flushed and my sex moist between my thighs.

It was pretty special.

Chris giggled softly, which was a sound I'd only dreamt of until I'd met him. He was sitting down now, with his legs straight and in the air, while Mark pulled his khaki pants off the boy's feet. It was insanely sexy watching my two boyfriends together and I tightened my tummy muscles, but I was looking for the ones a little lower, actually.

"Okay ... Um, your turn." Chris moved so he could undo Mark's belt.

"Yeah." Mark smiled, kneeling with his body straight, watching Chrissy's hands move tentatively to undo his pants.

Neither one of them were gay, although I suppose people would disagree with us there. Or maybe they were, it didn't matter a whole lot either way. Mark and Chris were friends, boyfriends, and if they wanted to express it sexually, what was the big deal with that? They were even falling in love with each other, I thought, just like I already had with both of them.

Mark's jeans came down slowly, since they were a little tight around his muscular thighs, but that was nice too. Chris peeled the denim down almost tenderly, leaving Mark naked in his loose white boxers. Mark sat down, much as Chris had a few moments before, and Chris pulled off the other boy's pants completely, over one foot at a time.

Now we were all in our underwear and Mark looked at me, then Chris followed his gaze, and we all smiled at each other.

"Keep going," I giggled. "I'm having fun."

"You sure?" Mark grinned at me. "Not getting lonely?"

"Nope." I shook my head slightly. "Not at all. I just want to watch for awhile."

Mark looked at Chris and our blonde boyfriend just shrugged and smiled. That was enough for Mark, and he was always a little aggressive anyway, it was just the way he was. So I wasn't surprised when he reached for Chris, pulling him down to the comforter.

They sat together at first, and Mark put his arms around the boy, just stroking Chrissy's back and inviting him to do the same. Chris moved a hand to Mark's shoulder, then the other one and they were looking at each other, maybe thinking of their first kiss, the one the previous night in Mark's pickup truck.

I held my breath when they kissed again, Mark pulling Chris close against him, his mouth finding his boyfriend's, and Chris gave us a soft moan, yielding his lips to Mark's tongue. I saw his fingers tightening against Mark's strong shoulders, squeezing the bigger boy and encouraging Mark to kiss him deeper.

It was incredibly hot watching Mark, who was so big and strong, making out with Chris, who seemed smaller and soft in comparison. I slipped my hand down between my thighs, unable to help myself at last, and I rubbed my pussy through my panties, feeling a damp spot that had already grown there.

Mark and Chrissy moved slowly, without breaking their kiss, to lay down just a few feet in front of me. They were on their sides, Mark's back to me, but not really hiding anything as I was sitting up. I could see and hear them just fine. The sound of their breathing, punctuated with soft happy moans and sighs, the occasional wet sounds of their mouths and tongues working together.

I watched their hands playing across each other's skin, slowly at first, cautiously exploring. They'd never touched another boy this way, neither of them, and had probably never really wanted to. That was the cool part. They weren't gay at all, at least not in the sense that they wanted sex with other boys; they just wanted to share themselves with one another. If Mark and Chris were gay it was just for each other. I understood that instinctively and I was sure they did as well; it would have been the same for me if Chris had been a girl.

I smiled as I saw Chris' foot sliding along Mark's calf, he had soft brown hair on his legs, and Chris had thin blonde hair, so fine it was almost invisible. Their bodies were close now, their hips together and I knew they must be excited, their cocks hard and aching, trapped within their underwear, rubbing together while the two boys kissed.

Mark's left hand was low now, on Chrissy's hip and further, massaging the boy's ass, which was as sweet and round and pert as any girl's at school, mine included. I'd noticed Chris' butt right away and so had a lot of other people, other girls and probably some of the boys. But it was Mark who was squeezing it now, grabbing Chris' firm round cheeks with his big left hand, bringing Chris to groan with pleasure and thrust his hips against Mark as they lay there.

Chris was the one who reached for cock first, sliding his hand between them and I smiled at seeing Mark's body jerk, just a little, and he lifted his mouth with a gasp and a soft chuckle. Chris had his hand inside Mark's boxers, his fingers finding that big throbbing cock and I saw Chris' eyes go a little wide. I knew he was surprised by what he'd found. Mark was big down there, full sized like a grown man would be proud of, and I knew exactly how hot and heavy it would feel in the boy's hands.

"Jesus, that's big." Chris giggled and Mark laughed.

"Here ... Take these off..." Mark breathed, pushing his boxers down with one hand.

Chris helped him, both of my boyfriends moving, sitting up once more like we had all the time in the world, and then they took off Chrissy's briefs as well, so that they were both completely naked. They were both completely hard too, their cocks straining and so beautiful and different. Mark's was big and thick and jutting straight out from his thick brown pubic hair. Chrissy's cock was smaller, but still nice sized, and not so thick. It curved a little, pointing upward and he had a thin patch of light brown pubic hair around the base of it.