Day 83

It is hard to believe its only been three months! Tomorrow marks the three month anniversary of the loss of my virginity, and the beginning of the two most satisfying relationships of my life. My cousin came to stay with my Mom and I over Christmas and became my first lover. Then in a strange twist of fate, my Best Friend, whom I call BF, became my second. Finally, and largely at my impulsive instigation, I attempted to braid the three of us into a new kind of thing, a kind of relationship that others give multi-syllabic names to, but we just call "us". And after three months, against all the odds, we are still together.

That first weekend at the hotel near his college, we discovered how magical a number three can be. I never believed I could be so happy, and was so pleased to see how they took to each other, in bed and out. He is the most talented, thoughtful and humble person I've ever met. She is the most interesting, outgoing and adventurous person I've ever met. I have no idea what they see in me, but I know they both love me. I love them both so much, and in the last three months, I've watched as they have begun to love each other too.

It hasn't all been roses. The distance is a factor that wears on us all. BF and I live together now, which allows us to scratch our itches so to speak, but he admits that he sometimes feels like he is loving us through a glass window. Our nightly video chats allow us to stay connected and stimulated, but when the call is over, we snuggle up together in our large king size bed and he is all alone.

We all have busy lives, between work, school, and other commitments, but we still make time to visit as often as we can. BF and I drive out to stay with him once a month and he comes out our way as well, but we have all been looking forward to an extended time to reconnect and recharge in person. And just when we start making plans to spend spring break together, Mom drops the bomb on us all. My cousin's family has invited us both to join them in the Happiest Place on Earth, down south in the Sunshine State.

Mom has been vacillating between insisting we have to go and declaring we cannot possibly go. She knows about my cousin and me, and is terrified the rest of the family will find out my cousin is my lover. Of course, he is only legally my cousin, having been adopted by my Mom's sister at birth, but she is still convinced that we will be kicked out of the family.

My cousin and I both sort of want to go, but there is no way either of us would go without BF. Mom still doesn't know about me and BF, I'm afraid the shock of finding out she has a bisexual, polygamous daughter on top of what she already knows about would probably give her a coronary.

I proposed what I was sure was a brilliant solution. Our story would be that my cousin started dating BF when he came down at Christmas. I invited her to come with me so I can have my best friend with me and they can be together on the trip. Mom looked surprised when BF and I asked her, but then just shrugged and finally agreed. That was a couple of weeks ago and today we flew into Orlando, the three of us holding hands and singing "It's a Small World" all the way through the airport.

It was general boarding on the plane, so when we got on we left Mom at the front and headed to the last row at the back of the plane. BF got the window, our boyfriend between us, and me on the aisle. The flight attendants were kind and got us pillows and blankets when we asked. The three of us had some ideas to alleviate the boredom on the flight down, and the blankets were a key feature of the plan.

After we took off, with our blankets up to our necks, we leaned into the middle as he began to read us a story. The book was an erotic tale that BF had picked up in the airport bookstore, so I let her go first. He took a deep breath as the blanket over his lap began to move slowly. He read the first page without pause, but started to flush a bit by the second and stumbled over a word or two.

When he turned the page, it was my turn, so I felt my way over to his open fly and found his soft head sticking out. I slid my hand inside his loose fitting shorts and then through the funny little flap on his briefs. I only recently discovered that men's underwear had that opening when BF managed to pull him out through it one time at the movies. I never really understood the point of it. It was certainly convenient though, as I pushed his legs apart to be able to play freely with his balls.

His balls are one of my favorite things in the world. Since I don't have them, and I have only had his to play with for three months, they still hold great novelty for me. There is just something about the soft skin that makes playing with them irresistible to me. His seem heavier than they should be, and pull the skin down when he stands like two stones. Licking them has such as wonderful effect on him as well, but that would be impossible to pull off on the plane.

I ran my hand all around them, then slid upwards along his shaft, gripping him firmly to move the skin against the harder interior. He kept reading, but he had to pause in odd places to hold his breath. The combination of the hot story plus the under blanket activities had us all shifting uncomfortably in our seats. I kept finding myself clinching my kegel muscles as my panties got damp.

Just when I started to get into a rhythm, he turned the page and BF pushed my fingers away with a grin. He was leaning hard back into the seat, his feet spread as far apart as he could. When the attendant came up to ask us for our drink orders, he stopped reading, but his flush deepened as BF continued to stimulate him without moving the blanket. We all ordered water, but when he said it, his voice cracked a little.

As he continued reading, I found myself rubbing circles on my mons through my underwear. BF and I wore matching plaid skirts and white baby doll tee shirts, with cute little brown sandals. It made us look a little like we were wearing school girl uniforms, and it was fun to see the heads turn as we made our way through the airport. My fingers kept sliding along the elastic, I was so tempted to slip inside, but we had rules to our game. While we were on the plane, only the center seat got to play.

It was my turn again and I found he had begun to make a mess. BF had smeared it all over his head, so I picked up where she left off, squeezing him a little to get my hand slick. The attendant brought our waters and he took them, placing them on the trays for us as we snuggled against him. I kept sliding my hand up and down his shaft, moving my thumb carefully over his wet, slippery head. When he got back to reading, I shut my eyes to focus, pulling harder to bring more slippery drops to the top. I wanted to take him into my mouth so badly, but that pleasure would go to the winner, and only if no one could see.

I was amazed he could read at all, but he did manage to get through the page, so I regretfully left BF to her turn. When I pulled my hand back, I brought out a few drops on my fingertip, making sure to catch both their eyes when I smoothed them on my lips. He stopped reading, his mouth open and eyes wide, as my tongue slipped out to slowly lick my lips clean. BF just chuckled and winked at me.

The attendants were regularly passing by on their way to and from the galley. I kept a close watch on his face, waiting for the sign that he wanted to let go. If it was BF's turn, she would get the prize, and I would keep watch, to distract anyone who might notice her leaning over into his lap. If it was my turn, we'd probably have to go with plan B, which meant catching it in my hand first. I hoped for a miracle so I could drink from the source, but it wasn't meant to be.

His breathing changed subtly and he got a kind of panicked look, so I turned to stand up in front of my seat and looked up and down the aisle. No one was in the other rear seat and both flight attendants were down the aisle, closer to the wings. I glanced back just as BF moved the blanket and I caught a glimpse of his red, swollen head in her fist just as she covered it with her mouth. I stared at his face as he shut his eyes, head slightly down, jaw clenched tight, holding his breath as he emptied himself into BF's mouth. I felt a sharp stab of envy, but satisfied myself by reaching over and touching his face gently. He turned his head into my hand and kissed my palm, making me smile at his pleasure.

BF sat up, touching the corners of her mouth with the blanket like she'd just eaten a seven course meal, grinning at me with the smug satisfaction of a job well done. I let him get up and go to the restroom while I took his place in the center, picking up the book he had left turned face down on the seat. BF and I took a quick peek around, then bent down to kiss each other with hungry mouths, hidden by the seats in front of us. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, along with some of his slippery emission she had saved for me. It was unexpected and made my heart skip a beat. I reached over to put my hand behind her neck, pulling her hard against my lips and teeth. She always knew just what I wanted, but we had to stop before we created a scene.

When he came back looking refreshed, he sat in my old seat, pulled up the blankets, and snuggled up to my side like BF had. I started reading where he had stopped as I felt him begin to run his hand up my leg. I had to lean back, pushing my hips out to the edge of the seat to have enough room to open my legs all the way. He started slow, pushing against my mons with his palm before spreading his fingers out to massage me through my panties.

I discovered it was harder than I thought to concentrate on reading and him touching me at the same time. I did OK for a bit, but just when I got to the end of the page he was only starting to slide in past the elastic near my opening. When he pulled his hand away I wanted to weep, but only moaned a little in disappointment. BF patted my leg in sympathy, then she tickled along my inner thigh, making me jerk and jump, laughing at my reaction.

Just when got to my mons, she twisted her fingers together and I felt a vibration against my panties. It made my eyes open wide and I took in a sharp breath, scared someone would hear. I realized that as loud as the plane was in flight, we could probably use our Hitachi Magic Wand and no one would notice. Oh, did I mention how much I love our Hitachi Magic Wand? It is an engineering fucking marvel, just saying.

I couldn't imagine what she was using, because it just felt like her fingers were vibrating somehow. I kept on reading, but found myself breathing deeply after every sentence, struggling to stay focused. She had moved aside my panties and was just starting to slip between my lips when I reached the bottom of the page. I read the last. few. words. so. slowly.