Chapter 65

Christmas came and went as Colleen, Rebecca, and I carved out a kind of relationship, together.

The special circumstances of our love triangle kept intruding, but we worked at working things out and enjoyed the uniqueness of our joined lives.

"Brian. Earth to Briiiian," Rebecca's voice caught my mind wandering. We were in the shower trying to scrub off our combined juices. Rebecca fixed me with her smile, then asked again, "are we flying to Sweden on Tuesday, or Thursday?

"Seriously, where were you just now?" She had a point. It was not like me to lose track of a conversation, any conversation.

"Rebecca, I'm sorry. What we were doing – me washing you top to bottom, caused me to loose myself in a memory. Forgive me for being so insensitive. You don't deserve a man that gets you naked, then daydreams about other encounters." Honesty was the one thing I owed Rebecca, and she was getting it. I hoped my admission didn't hurt her feelings. Then she surprised me.

"You were thinking about Beth, weren't you? I've always felt strongly that you too were more than mother and son, and what you just told me confirms it. You two liked to shower together after sex, didn't you?"

Ok. I wasn't expecting to get in to that. Rebecca wasn't done, yet. "Colleen and I have had this conversation several times. You were impossibly young to have so much talent in your fingers and mouth, but Beth always looked like she just had the best sex ever, so we put it together almost immediately and decided to keep to ourselves.

"It does help explain how devastated you were over losing her. For you it wasn't just about losing her as a mother, but losing your first great love, too, wasn't it?

"I'm sorry, Brian. What those people did to you was so brutal, monstrous, and painful; I don't know how you lived through it. Honestly, I didn't expect you to live through the night after that truck killed Beth and reopened the bleeder in your skull.

"Don't be shocked. We're women, and Colleen and I recognize things about other women. Beth not only glowed like a woman in love, she absolutely radiated sex. Every time she smiled that, 'I just got laid, and it was amazing, ' smile I wanted to take her clothes off with my teeth and eat her till she was nothing but a puddle of cum juice on the bedspread.

"Colleen and I talked about that, too. We fantasized about getting you both alone somewhere and seducing you together, so we could explore Beth and have a hard male to finish us all off. Ohhhh ... I still shiver when I think about Colleen and I sharing that fantasy."

She must have remembered I was there, because she snapped out of it, pulled me into a tight hug, and said, "I'm such a bitch! Please forgive me for opening those old wounds. Brian, I never meant to upset you like this. I'm so, so, sorry, Baby. I am..."

How does one react to this kind of surprise? She was near tears, and I was hard as a rock. What do you think I did?

Rebecca's body jerked like she had accidentally touched a live wire when my fingers penetrated her wet pussy. She writhed against my hand, as I found her climax spot and rubbed it briskly, triggering an unexpected climax. Her body sagged as all her energy drained away, coming to rest against me and my pistoning fingers.

Her moan turned into an agonizing groan as she erupted a second time. I let her come down slowly, dried us quickly, and escorted her to our bed, where I reclaimed her completely. Rebecca tried to participate, but my need was far greater than her determination to be an equal partner, this time.

When I came deep inside her, Rebecca cursed, shouted, quivered, and screamed my name over and over. She slammed upwards to meet me trying to pull, push, and shove all of me, inside her and come one final time.

Afterglow is always sweet, but this time it was weird. The weirdness was because multiple orgasms did nothing to quell Rebecca's desire to talk about my relationship with Beth Ann.

Rather than go down that road, I evaded gently, refusing to talk about my sexual behavior with anyone out of respect to everyone. It didn't fool Rebecca, but I didn't intend to fool her. It was my intention to make her see that private, means private, and convince her to leave it at that. She knew, or thought she knew, which was pretty much the same thing, and I knew she knew. There was nothing left to expose and no one to expose it to.

As we drifted off into a comfortable, post orgasmic sleep, Rebecca took my hand and held it against her dripping nest, softly rubbing my knuckles against her clit while we faded out.

Colleen's voice woke us, sometime later. "Hey! What do you mean starting and finishing without me?" Her clothes were flying in every direction as she hurried to insert her body between us and make up for lost time. I could smell her arousal as her right hand briefly touched my lips. She had been touching herself as she undressed, and the fragrance was stirring.

"Come here," I growled in my most frightening voice. "Get naked and get me hard, so I can pound your weak, tiny little body into the mattress. You'll not be able to walk when I'm done with you, so get ready." She LOVED it when I role-played the part of a brute with her.

"Oh, Brian. Please don't hurt me. I'm not used to such aggressive men, and you are so big, I just know it will hurt. Can't you take it slow and warm me up, before you tear into me with that polish sausage?"

Polish Sausage? Where did that come from? Colleen was nothing if not creative, and the Polish sausage thing was her newest shtick.

"Oh! So you want it slow, do you? Well, I'll give you slow," and I tongue bathed her from head to toe bringing her to an orgasmic crescendo over an hour later. She was so exhausted after hanging on the edge for so long, that she immediately fell into a deep sleep, leaving me to reflect on my life.

As Carl I never knew the comfort of loving without concern. Judith continually changed. Her attitude changed. Her style changed. The type of foreplay that got her motor running changed so often, I simply assumed it would be an Easter egg hunt every time we got naked together. Her life was in such a state of flux, that she spent her hours changing herself to try and find the person she was comfortable being.

As Brian, I knew a woman that loved being in love and women that loved loving me. Beth Ann brought out the best parts of me. I was such a better person with Beth Ann, because she made me want to be. I so desperately wanted to please her, that I altered my basic personality so that I could behave in ways that would please her.