Chapter 3

The next day, Tom came over to visit us-- both of us. He was worried that, after we’d had time to think about it, we’d be upset over what we’d done the night before.

It didn’t matter that we’d done far more than that in the past; he didn’t know that, and he worried about us. He really did seem to understand that we had something special, even if he didn’t understand what it was.

When he finished his halting, hesitant explanation of the reason for his visit, I stopped Amy before she could speak.

“Me first,” I said, and looked at him. “Tom ... you have no idea what this means to me, how ... I was afraid you would freak out. That you’d think it was ... was incest, even if we didn’t touch each other. That ... you wouldn’t want Amy anymore. But ... you’re worried about us.”

He shook his head in denial. “Of course I’m not freaked out,” he said, then paused. “Well, maybe a little, because you let me watch you. I’m ... I should have said this last night,” he continued after a moment. “I’m honored, Sue. I’m honored that you think enough of me to ... to let me see you that way, and that you trust me enough.”

“It ... wasn’t easy,” I admitted. “But you’ve been good to Amy, and you’ve gone out of your way to be good to her, like when you talked to me before you asked her out, or ... or today. I was ... almost certain I could trust you.”

“Almost?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Almost. And I was right. I could trust you with that. I’m ... almost certain I can trust you with the rest. I am certain that you wouldn’t use it to hurt me.” I took a deep breath. “I think, really, that if things were a little different, I might be able to tell you now.”

“Sue, I told you last night. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I do,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “You’ve been too good to Amy ... too good to me for me not to tell you.”

“You can tell me whatever you want, whenever it’s right for you,” he said. “I’m not going to push. I’m not even going to ask.”

I took a deep breath, and glanced at Amy, getting a small nod. “Will you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Anything, as long as Amy is okay with it,” he responded instantly.

“She is,” I said. “We’ve already talked about it.”

“Then yes,” he said. “What is it?”

“Would you take me to the Prom? Along with Amy?” I smiled wryly at his confused look. “I think most people at school have figured out I’m not interested in guys, so they’ll think you’re being noble and agreeing to take me so that I don’t have to stay home or go alone. After the Prom, Amy and I were thinking we could get a suite at a hotel. Officially, she and I would be sharing a room, and the other one would be for you.”

Tom looked more than a little shocked. “Officially?”

I shrugged. “No one else has to know where Amy actually sleeps,” I said, carefully not mentioning myself. “And ... when we get there, I’ll tell you.”

“Sue...” He stopped. “I’m not going to argue with you. You obviously want to tell me, but I can tell you’re scared. So...” He looked at Amy. “You’re okay with this?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah. I ... well, I know what it is, and ... I think she’s right to tell you. I don’t know if it’s really right to not tell you before then, but...” Her voice trailed off.

“It probably isn’t,” I said, sighing. “No. I know damned well it isn’t. But it’s not something I can just drop on you when we don’t have time to talk about it, and...” I sighed again. “It’s complicated, okay? If you weren’t the kind of man you are, I could never trust you enough to tell you, even though it’s not right to keep it from you. So ... when I do tell you, will you remember that I wanted to tell you sooner, and that I knew it was wrong not to do so?”

He opened his mouth to answer, then stopped before actually speaking. “This is important to you, isn’t it?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I swallowed. “You-- yeah.”

“Then I’m not going to give you a glib answer, like ‘of course I won’t be upset’,” he said. “I want you to answer two questions before I give you my answer.”

I swallowed. “Okay.”

“You obviously think that whatever you have to tell me will upset me, or hurt my feelings or something,” he said. “Is whatever it is that this is about something you did to hurt me, even if you regret it now?”

That was an easy one to answer. “No,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Not even close.”

“If I insisted, would you tell me now?”

I glanced at Amy, looking for her opinion. After a moment, she gave me an almost imperceptible nod.

“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “But I’m asking you not to. Our parents will be back in a couple of hours, maybe sooner, and ... we wouldn’t have time. Not enough time.”

“Then I can wait,” he said, sitting back. “Because you aren’t keeping it from me, or at least not without my agreement.”

I let out a sudden breath in relief. “God ... thank you, Tom. Thank you.” I stood up abruptly. “I’m going for a walk,” I said. “Amy ... thank him for me? Please?”

She looked at me, startled, and then caught my meaning. Her lips curved up in a smile. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll... ‘thank’ him until he has trouble walking at school tomorrow.”

The fact that Tom had agreed to wait helped with my feelings of guilt for not telling him; it wasn’t right to keep him in the dark about something this important, but now he knew there was something important he didn’t know.

And it didn’t change a thing about his behavior, except that possibly he was even more careful about my feelings. I wondered if he’d guessed-- I was afraid that I’d said too much, and given us away-- but I never caught him looking at us with the kind of speculative lust I would have expected if he knew we were lovers. Instead, there was, if anything, a slight sadness in his eyes when he looked at me.

The four months until the prom simultaneously flew by, and took an eternity. Mom kept a careful eye on us for the first week after they got back, but didn’t say anything until we approached her with our intent to rent a suite after the Prom.

“Are both rooms actually going to be used?” she finally asked, examining us carefully.

I took a deep breath. “I ... don’t know,” I said honestly. “I ... hope not. I don’t think so. But I don’t know for sure.”

Mom sighed. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she said, after almost a full minute.

Amy nodded. “He’s not going to have a problem with it, at least we don’t think so. We’re pretty sure we’d know.”

Mom closed her eyes. “All right,” she finally said, tiredly. “I’ll talk to your father about it. I just hope this doesn’t blow up in your faces.”

I couldn’t fault her for that. So did I.

Prom night finally arrived. Amy was, of course, beautiful, and I don’t think I’m being arrogant to say that I didn’t look bad myself. Tom was ... well, if I looked at him intellectually, I suppose he was quite handsome in his tux; if he’d been female and Amy I probably would have been drooling.

Not that I wasn’t anyway. Amy was gorgeous in her dress. Luckily, Tom was too struck by his first sight of her in it to notice me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when we got to the Prom. We hadn’t kept our plans a secret, but we hadn’t gone out of our way to tell everyone, either, so the fact that everyone seemed to take it in stride was both surprising and reassuring.

No one seemed to catch my wistful stares at Amy and Tom during the slow dances, or so I thought, until about an hour before the end of the Prom.

“Um ... Sue?”

“Huh?” I looked up to see who’d stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Amy, and blushing that I’d been caught.

I vaguely recognized the girl; she was a cute, shy brunette about a year younger than we were.

“I was wondering ... I saw you watching them, and you look so lonely...” she said. “You ... um. You don’t have to sit here all by yourself, though.”

“I don’t?” I asked, wondering what she’d meant.

She reached out, taking my hand. Tara, that was her name, I thought.

“You could ... I mean ... if you wanted to ... dancewithme?” The last bit came out in a squeak.

I didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t Amy. It wouldn’t be fair to lead her on ... but it was just one dance, right?

“I’m ... Just a dance?” I said, and took a deep breath. “I guess ... yeah. I could do that.”

I learned something that night. I like dancing, especially with a pretty girl in my arms. She wasn’t Amy, but she felt nice. After the second dance, though, I led her off the floor, and outside, so that we could talk.

She looked up at me, nervous, moving closer, and I suddenly realized she was hoping I would kiss her.

“I think ... I think I owe you an apology, Tara.”

“Why?” she asked, looking up at me.

“I shouldn’t have said yes, at least ... not without explaining.” I sighed. “I shouldn’t have let you think it might be ... more than I meant.”

I could see the faintest signs of hurt in her eyes. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m ... I’m not looking for a girlfriend,” I said. “I’m not even sure ... I’m not even sure I like girls that way. I think I do, and ... dancing with you was nice, but ... if you want more than a dance, I can’t ... I can’t give you that.”

She looked down. “Oh,” she said, and I felt like scum.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I should have ... I should have turned you down.”

“No.” She shook her head. “At least I have the dance.”

I hesitated. Maybe it would make it worse, or maybe it would make her feel better. I didn’t know.

“I...” I took a breath. “It looked like you wanted me to kiss you, when we came out. Do ... do you want...”

She looked up at me, searching my eyes for something, and then raised up on her toes, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me quite thoroughly. And nicely. She was the only girl other than Amy that I’d ever kissed, and I had to admit it felt nice.

Pulling back, she slowly broke the kiss, and looked up at me. I could see tears forming in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “I ... if you ever get over her ... I’d like a chance.”

I swallowed, going pale. “Get over who?” I managed.

“Whoever it is that you’re in love with,” Tara said. “I ... I hope you don’t, though. I hope it works out for you, but ... if it doesn’t ... I’d like a chance,” she repeated, before turning and almost running back inside.

“Well ... shit,” I said, feeling worse than I had in a long time.

“You okay?” Amy asked, startling me. I’d been so lost in thought that I hadn’t heard her walk up. “I saw you leave with her, and she came back in looking upset...”

I sighed, looking up at her, and seeing Tom behind her. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m okay, I just ... I shouldn’t have led her on by dancing with her.”

“Oh,” Amy said, as understanding dawned.

I sighed again. “Do you think we could get out of here?” I asked. “Between this and worrying about later, I don’t think I could enjoy it any longer.”

Amy looked at Tom, raising one eyebrow, and he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I have to admit I’m kind of curious.”

“Great,” I said, relieved. “Let’s go.”

The drive to the hotel was a little awkward; everyone knew there was a big discussion coming up, so small talk didn’t really seem appropriate. We sat in an uncomfortable silence most of the way.

“Okay,” I said, once we were in the suite and the doors were locked. “Um. I’m not sure how to start.”

“I am,” Amy said, looking at Tom. “But before I do, I want you to remember I love you, okay? Nothing you’re going to find out tonight changes that.” She kissed him, thoroughly. “Nothing. I love you.”

He nodded. “I know,” he said. “I’m not worried about that.”

“Good,” Amy said, with obvious relief, and turned to me.

And kissed the hell out of me.

I hadn’t expected her to do that. I’d planned on trying to ease him into it ... but there was no way I could not respond when she kissed me like that, and Tom was observant enough to realize this wasn’t our first kiss, or even our tenth.

When Amy finally released me, my head was spinning, and I looked up at Tom nervously, knowing that she was doing the same.

“So...” He stopped. “No, wait. There’s something I need to do before we have this discussion, especially since I know now.” He walked over to his bag, and dug through it briefly, returning with something in his hand.

My eyes widened as he dropped to his knees in front of Amy. Was he...

“Amy,” he said, seriously, looking her in the eye, and opening the small box in his hand. “Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”

Amy bit her lip, reaching for the box with a shaking hand. She stopped just before she reached it. “I ... yes, but...” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes again, she looked at him.

“I’ll marry you,” she said. “But you have to understand that I love Sue, just as much ... just as much as I love you. And she’s just as important to me as you are. If ... if you can’t handle that, if you don’t want to marry me now that you know, then ... then I’ll understand.”

He smiled slightly. “I knew before I asked,” he said. “Well, guessed, anyway. That kiss wasn’t exactly sisterly. I think I can live with it.” He glanced at me. “I’m pretty sure I’m not the one with the prior claim.”

I swallowed. “You aren’t mad at us for not telling you before?” I asked.

He hesitated. “I might have been, if you hadn’t made it so plain that you wanted to tell me,” he said. “Or if I didn’t understand why you didn’t. You wanted to make sure I wouldn’t freak out after I had time to think about it, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“It’s not just that,” Amy said, softly. “It’s ... we wanted to be able to give you something special when we did tell you.”

Tom looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I flushed.

“I’m ... not interested in men,” I said. “That’s the truth. I’m not even really interested in other women. So ... I’m not really likely to do anything with you, but ... I’d really like to help you make love to Amy.”

He swallowed. “I ... um. That’s. Um.”

Amy giggled. “You like the idea, don’t you?”

Tom flushed. “Well ... yeah. I’m alive, aren’t I? The two of you are gorgeous.”

Amy licked her lips. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do ever since the first night you fucked me,” she said. “We haven’t, because it wouldn’t have been right to do it without you knowing, and ... because you deserved to be there for the first time at least.”

“What?” he asked.

Amy swallowed. “After you’ve ... come in me ... I want her to go down on me. And ... you know. Lick me clean.”

He closed his eyes for a moment. “Oh, god...”

“Yeah,” I said, hoarsely. “It’s a hot idea, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “And you ... haven’t? Because of me?”

“Yeah,” Amy said, softly. “It was bad enough we couldn’t tell you, but...”

“I’m not upset,” Tom said. “I ... think you did the right thing, not telling me. If you had, I don’t think I’d have been able to sleep the last few months, thinking about it.”

Amy giggled. “And this is going to be any better?”

He grinned. “Well, at least this way I’ll have memories instead of just my imagination.”

Amy giggled again, reaching out and taking both our hands. “I love you both,” she said.

“I love you too,” Tom said, and I sighed.

“So do I,” I said. I looked at him. “Are you okay that I’m ... I’m not in love with you?” I asked. “I love you, for being so good to her, but I’m not in love with you. I’m in love with her.”

“I feel the same way,” he said. “So, if you’re okay with it, I am too.” He grinned. “I think I’ve actually got the better position here?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve got two beautiful girls to look at, one of whom loves me, and I get to watch them make love ... I do, right?” he asked nervously.

I giggled. “Definitely. I think Amy has an exhibitionist streak.”

“So, see, it’s all good. But you have one beautiful girl, and a guy you aren’t interested in. It doesn’t seem fair.”

I smiled. “I’m not ... sexually attracted to you,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean that watching the two of you make love didn’t seriously turn me on.”

“Oh.” He flushed.

Amy bit her lip. “I do like being watched, at least by Sue ... and I assume I’ll like being watched by you both,” she said. “I like to watch, too, though.”

I glanced at her, recognizing the look in her eye. I wasn’t sure what was coming, but it was probably trouble.

“Sue?” Amy asked, her voice rough. “You aren’t attracted to Tom, but he’s not ... repulsive, or anything, right?”

“No...” I said slowly, wondering if she was going where I thought she was.

“Then...” She bit her lip again, her cheeks reddening. “I’ve ... kind of ... hadthisfantasy...” she finished rapidly.

“And this fantasy would be?” I asked, my own cheeks red. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going.

“I ... We’re in a, you know, sixty-nine ... and he’s ... fucking you while I eat you,” Amy said.

I swallowed. I’d thought she was leading up to him fucking me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea. I mean, I liked her doing it with the dildo, and getting eaten while I was being fucked sounded ... nice, but...

It was my turn to bite my lip. “I don’t know,” I said, looking at Tom, worriedly. “What if I don’t like it? I mean, you know, really don’t like it.”

“Then we stop,” he said. “I’m not going to push you at all, Sue. You’re in love with Amy, not me.”

I swallowed, looking at Amy and seeing the hungry, pleading expression on her face.

“Okay,” I said. “We can try. But ... I want to do it the other way around first. I want to eat her while you fuck her.”

He swallowed, and Amy made a hungry little noise.

“And I can just keep eating her after you come,” I said, causing Amy to squeeze my hand hard.

“If someone doesn’t start taking off my clothes, right now,” she said, huskily, “I’m not going to be responsible for their condition in the morning.”

Neither Tom nor I was stupid enough to argue with something we wanted to be doing anyway. Still, it took us some time to get her completely naked; we kept getting distracted, especially once the dress was off.

“Wait,” Amy said, as I knelt in front of her after taking off her panties. “You’re still dressed. I want to see Tom undress you ... and I want to see you undress him.”

I hesitated, looking at Tom, and he silently indicated that it was up to me.

“O-okay,” I said, swallowing.

He was gentle, but I knew he would be, of course. I had expected that. What I hadn’t expected was that the light, brushing touches would make my nipples harder, that seeing the expression on his face would cause my breathing to speed up.

By the time he was done, my nipples ached, and I was even wetter than I’d been when he started.

It was ... surprising. I’d never been attracted to a man before, and, to be honest, I still wasn’t sure I was. Tom loved Amy, and that made him ... different.

“Your turn,” Amy said, breaking into my thoughts, and I nodded shakily.

There were no surprises as I undressed him-- I’d seen him naked before, after all, and ... well, he was put together nicely enough, for a man, I guess, but he didn’t have the things I really liked in a body. Like Amy’s tits, or her thighs, or her incredible ass...

When I tugged his underwear down, however, I couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was the only one I’d ever seen, and I hadn’t been this close when I saw it.

It seemed even larger now that it was only a couple of inches from my face, and I could see it bobbing slightly in time to his heartbeat. It wasn’t as ... pretty, I thought, as Amy’s cunt; it wasn’t something I’d want to frame a picture of and put up on the wall as art.

Still, there was something ... fascinating about it. I looked over at Amy.

“Can I ... touch it?”

She giggled. “Of course you can,” she said. “I think he’d like that.”

I looked up at him, and he nodded, a slightly disbelieving expression on his face.

“Go--” He swallowed. “Go ahead.”

I wrapped my hand around it, comparing the sensations to our dildo, and trying to imagine how the differences would translate to the way it would feel inside me.

It was warm. That was the first difference I noticed. The dildo was cool to the touch, but his cock was warm, almost hot, and it throbbed in my hand. The texture of the skin was ... I wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was nothing like the slick feel of the silicone of the dildo.

It was soft, too, where the dildo was ... not hard, exactly, but harder than the skin of his cock. Underneath the skin, though, it was just as firm as the dildo.

Experimentally, I squeezed gently, and he groaned.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I think I’d better sit down, though.”

“Lay down on the bed,” Amy said. “That way it’s easier on her.”

I didn’t let go of his cock as we moved onto the bed, something that made Amy giggle, and me blush when she pointed it out.

“It’s ... interesting,” I defended myself.

“Interesting,” she said. “That’s not the way I’d describe it.”

“For future reference, Sue,” Tom added, “Guys really prefer ‘incredible’, or ‘amazing’, or-- best of all-- ‘ENORMOUS’ to ‘interesting’.”

He said the word ‘enormous’ with such an over-exaggerated tone of shock that both Amy and I collapsed, giggling, and it took me a bit before I’d recovered enough to resume my exploration of his cock.

I slid my hand up, feeling the skin moving over the shaft, barely touching the edge of the head with my fingers as I reached the top. I knew enough to know that the head of his cock would be very sensitive, but I wasn’t sure how sensitive, and I didn’t want to risk hurting him.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Tom said. “You can squeeze a little harder if you want.”

I did, stroking his cock, watching the skin move under my fingers.

“Does that feel good?”

He nodded, and Amy giggled. “He’s got a beautiful girl’s hand wrapped around his cock,” she said. “Of course it feels good.”

“Yeah,” Tom repeated. “What she said.”

I blushed. I knew Amy thought I was pretty-- and I guessed I was, just ... not like her-- but to have Tom agree startled me a bit.

A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, and I stared at it nervously. Part of me wanted to know what it tasted like, but...

“Here,” Amy said, her voice even huskier than before. She touched her finger to the drop, and brought it up to my mouth. “Taste.”

I did, automatically, sucking her finger into her mouth. Normally when she did something like that, her finger had been in either her cunt or mine.

It wasn’t bad, I thought, distantly registering Tom’s groan. It wasn’t ... tasty, like Amy’s cunt, but it wasn’t repulsive or anything.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

I shrugged, a little uncomfortably. “It’s not bad,” I said, with an apologetic glance at Tom. “It’s not ... something I’d go looking for, but it’s not ... I don’t know, disgusting or anything.”

He gave me a quick smile. “It’s okay, Sue. I know you’re a lesbian, so ... honestly, I hadn’t expected to do anything with you. Just getting to watch the two of you would be enough.”

I swallowed. “Thanks,” I said, before looking back at his cock. “I don’t know. It’s not ... it’s not like your cock drives me crazy with lust, or anything, but it’s ... interesting.”