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Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 of that story especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Enjoy, vote and please comment. 

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The Pixie's name was Melissa. She'd always been small compared to everyone else in her life, especially her parents. Her father – a six footer - told me that as she grew up they'd always thought she'd catch up to her cohorts with a growth spurt of some kind but she never did. The Pixie's mom stood about five-nine.

Mel stood exactly five feet tall and weighed about a hundred pounds. She looked trim, even shapely for her small size, with legs that turned an eye, coupled to well-proportioned hips and a cute little butt that'd catch your attention as she walked away from you – particularly if she was wearing tight cutoffs. Besides her petite size, she had a striking face, a perky nose and pleasant mouth, angular cheeks with smiling eyes, and all that surrounded by long blond hair that she often pulled back into a ponytail. 

One other fact was inescapable about her – she was stacked! She had a set of knockers on her that defied the laws of gravity and made every male eye (and many females) turn in awe and wonder as she passed by. They weren't grotesque or bulbous; they were just remarkable – truly remarkable. Somehow, in seeing her you knew they were 'naturals,' just the way Mel was overall.

In school, because of her pint size, she'd been given the nickname 'The Pixie' and never lost it. She liked the implication of mischievous cuteness and magic the name implied. The overall impression of Mel was that of a 'sexpot' – a small, hot body that might do just about anything and probably had.

The Pixie had an unusual personality. She was a rebel, carefully figuring out what was 'normal' and then doing anything but. 

I'm Doug and I've been married to the Pixie for eight years. Together we've had two daughters both of who show signs of 'pixie hood' in spite of my six-foot frame and more conservative personality. 

I met the Pixie about four years before we got married. Even though I was a junior at Ohio State and a fraternity man, I'd managed to stay pretty naïve about life and relationships. Slightly shy and a hopeless romantic at heart, I evaluated just about every female acquaintance against some high standards I'd developed for the role of soul mate, but at that time no one had come even close. 

I thought of myself as a 'catch' when the right soul mate did come along. Besides a sense of humor, I'd been told by some dates that I was handsome, and in fact I did have that square-jaw, dark eyed, clean-cut look about me. Further, at the time, I was a fraternity man; a label that I thought imparted some mystical qualities of attractiveness to me. As I said, I was naïve about life at the time.

I met Mel for the first time the day she arrived at OSU as a freshman. Along with the rest of the male population that saw her, my eyes popped out of my head the first time I saw her sexy body walk by. She was wearing a peasant scoop-neck top and a short skirt with spike heels. I can still remember the moment I first saw her, just as though I took a photograph of her that instant when she came to my information table at freshman orientation. 

Lots of impure thoughts raced through my mind and the words "SOUL MATE" flashed before my eyes in large capital letters. I fell in love with her in that instant. I'd been looking for my soul mate for at least six years (I was twenty one at the time) and suddenly, in just that glance, I knew she was "The One". A friend of mine once convinced me that we each have an aura and that our auras meet and interact – sharing the totality of information about ourselves - well before we ever say a word to the other person. This is why first impressions are often so accurate.

I'd volunteered to staff an information table at freshman orientation for the University. I was dressed in my 'Joe Cool' college outfit: tight jeans, loafers with no socks, and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up part way. My specialty that day was how to register for the courses you want. The Pixie came to my table first. We were both wearing nametags: mine said "Doug" and hers said "Melissa".

We talked and I think she felt some magical connection too. We even flirted a bit; you know using body language to signal you like someone. We leaned into each other's comments and questions; soon we were very close. We touched a few times, as though to emphasize a point. Each time I felt some electricity run through my body.

I devoted myself to answering her questions about the course registration process as well as many other aspects of campus life. Her questions were intelligent and a cut above the naiveté of most incoming freshmen. Before she left my area to checkout the other tables she was supposed to visit, and with my knees knocking slightly, I asked her to come to a welcome party for new freshmen on Saturday night at my fraternity house. Mel accepted.

After Mel had prowled the rest of the tables at the Orientation Session, she came back to my table. I broke off from the guy I'd been talking to so I could devote undivided attention to the Pixie. She gave me her campus address and we set a time for me to pick her up on Saturday. She asked if I would escort her out to her 'ride' and of course I jumped at the chance.

Mel's ride turned out to be a little pink Vespa motor scooter. I'd never seen anything like it. She dug a matching helmet out of the rear luggage compartment and put it on as I watched, commenting about how unusual the scooter was. 

Mel said, "I do lots of things that are unusual – the more the better. Maybe you'll want to find out, and maybe you won't." Then, just before she left, she came up close to me and pulled my head down and kissed me on the cheek. "You're cute," she told me. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

The rest of the day I could think of little else but the Pixie. I'd been told I could be unemotional so it was most uncharacteristic of me to feel my stomach do flippity-flops over some girl I'd just met. Not only did I feel funny, but also I started having little fantasies about Mel – everything from wild sex to just sharing a simple meal with her. 

Time passed very slowly over the two days before Saturday. I went out of my way to often walk by her freshman dorm hoping to run into her again, but didn't see her until it was time for our date. By that time my emotions had ranged from wild elation and certainty that I would sweep her off her feet and that she'd fall in love with me on Saturday, to near suicidal depression that she'd totally reject me and that I'd never see her again.

Mel turned out to be a savvy young woman that knew exactly what her attraction to males was all about. She also knew how to change the basis of the relationship away from sex and her gorgeous breasts into other, more fun or intellectual endeavors. She also had the magic capability to absorb huge quantities of beer without showing the slightest signs of inebriation or loss of mental faculties.

Thus, at my fraternity's welcome party, mainly for frosh girls, Mel drank me under the table, mostly as we sat and had deep discussions about ourselves, careers, life, spirituality and what made us feel happy. Mel's views on practically every topic were well thought out, yet often unusual.

For instance, rather than taking courses to get some career certification, she wanted a mix of general science and business courses that would let her do about any kind of job. Thus, she was the only person on campus signed up for the business science degree program. Further, she'd decided on a minor in art, making the whole package a very unusual combination.

In terms of religion, she belonged to no normal faith. Instead, she explained, she had read rather widely in the area of metaphysics and eastern religions. She even showed me a small tattoo on her wrist of the Chinese symbol for the Tao. "It reminds me to be in harmony with the world, yet to seek a full and rich life that makes me happy."

As we got to know each other, I found that Mel had taken a special education program through middle and high school, resulting in her graduation over a year earlier. For the past year, she'd gone to Europe on her own to 'see the world'. While there, she'd decided to go to Africa and help in some way regarding the spreading AIDS epidemic. She'd ended up working as a volunteer in a woman's clinic in Zimbabwe teaching sex education - mainly disease and birth control. All I did of note last year was bag groceries at the nearby market.

Somehow, in spite of the beer, I managed to be the most brilliant I think I've ever been. Suddenly, I found I actually had an intellect and could have deep discussions on profound subjects. The Pixie also seemed impressed, however, both impressions might have been influenced by the prolific amount of beer that the two of us consumed.

I fell deeper in love with her that night, however, she was cautious; she emphatically told me she planned to play the field while at college – at least for a while. In spite of that partial rejection, she told me she 'liked' me and wanted to see me again. She even added the word "Please". I felt those little 'flippity flops' again, particularly when she accepted my invitation for another date.

I dreamed about the Pixie every night now. I would say little prayers about her and our future together. I found myself promising to reform all of my bad habits if only she would fall madly in love with me. Everywhere I went on campus I watched for her, continually disappointed that our paths didn't cross.

I got to first base with Mel a few nights after that welcome frat party when she deigned to go out with me on our second date and we spent a lot of time with our tongues down each other's throats. I know both our temperatures were elevated by the time we called it quits that night. I could tell she liked me. I saw Mel a couple of other nights over the next week or so and we repeated our heavy make-out sessions.

Mel didn't dress like the other co-eds on campus. The usual campus dress consisted of jeans or cutoffs, a t-shirt or multi-layer look of some kind, and flip-flops until snowfall. Those pretending to be rebels dressed down in grunge. By contrast, Mel usually wore a skirt and fashionable top and heels. If you weren't watching, you could often hear her coming from the click-click-click sound her heels made as she neared. In contrast to a no-jewelry style on campus, Mel usually wore a single strand of pearls or some piece of elegant African art she'd obtained while in that country.

Two weeks after the opening fraternity party I took Mel dancing at one of the more forgiving clubs in Columbus. She dressed to the nines in spike heels, tight black shimmery pants, and a scoop neck top that left her midriff bare. She had expertly applied makeup and had put her hair in a twist. She looked like a million dollars and looked like she was in her late twenties rather than eighteen. 

Somehow, even with her small size, she managed not to get carded. Mel was a hit with everyone in the place and every guy wanted to dance with her; not so much because she was a great dance partner (she was) but because of the magnificent oscillations her breasts achieved in time to the throbbing beat of the music from the live band. The top she wore excited us all, in that it gave the appearance that it might either dip below or flip upwards at any moment, in either event exposing the full glory of her breasts. It never did.

While we danced, Mel found interesting ways to mold her body to mine. She also liked to dance by holding her hand on my bare neck, a move that signaled SEX to me in large capital letters. We nuzzled and kissed a lot as we danced.

Mel appeared to be the 'hottest' date in the Club. There was more to it that how she danced or shimmied her lithe body. She had an 'air' about her, a sophistication that no other person in the place had, even people decades older. She was friendly, approachable, fun loving, and even loving, yet there was no doubt that she was different, a rebel and someone with avant garde views on everything.

I decided to let Mel set the pace for any romantic or sexual activity between us. I didn't want to start pawing her and suddenly get slapped or told I was being way too forward, and then never see her again. Thus, I played the role, as I had been brought up, of being the perfect gentleman. My mother and my sister would have been proud of me.

On the way home from the club that night, Mel told me to find some place 'romantic' to stop. Columbus has a beautiful park, although at night it was pitch black. We found a parking area where I thought we wouldn't be disturbed and parked. 

I put my arms around Mel and we made out for a while. Finally, she said, "You may touch my breasts – outside my top. Will you?"

Would I? What a question! I'd thought of nothing else for the whole time I'd known her and they'd been the primary objects of my masturbatory fantasies. Mel allowed me to push, probe, rub, smooth and tweak her breasts but all from outside her sexy top. We kissed a lot too, again romancing each other from the neck up more than the neck down. 

During the following week I saw her twice but truly private time was hard to find, so I had to be content with heavy make-out sessions and a copped feel somewhere in the shadows of a campus building.

Mel's unusual style, attitude and thinking captivated me right from the start of our relationship. If she was the rebel, I was the conservative. Yet I found myself struggling to break out of my 'traditional' upbringing and comfort zone, wanting to move into new ways to think about life and how things could be – just the way the Pixie did. 

Among other things, this led me to think up unusual dates for us to go on. A typical campus dinner date was to walk down one of the main streets to a pizza place and then occupy a table for most of the night. Somehow, I knew from the beginning that I'd seldom take Mel on that kind of date.

Thus, the following Saturday, I drove the two of us off campus for dinner at a nice little inn. I could tell Mel approved of the 'different' date. By the end of dinner, the sun had just set and Mel suggested we find a nice place to watch the pretty sunset. I found a small scenic turnoff from the main road and parked there facing west and the dimming light of day.

Mel turned to me and said, "Play with my breasts." She willingly unbuttoned her silk blouse and undid the front clasp of her lacy bra, exposing her melons to me. I was in heaven. I petted, smoothed, fondled, squeezed, licked, sucked and caressed her globes for almost two hours, enjoying every second; apparently Mel did too because she kept urging me on and even making suggestions about what I could try with her mammaries. 

One might think you'd get bored of passing over the same landscape again and again, however, the Pixie's chest only offered pure and increasing excitement and wonder. Of course, I made more than a few forays up to her luscious lips and neck too, but that night her breasts were my primary focus. 

Mel started purring shortly into our make-out session and, except for her exhortations to try this or that, she didn't stop until we called it quits. I could have gone on all night and wanted to escalate and move to the next base, but she'd set our limits and I acknowledged and abided by them, again in the role of the perfect gentleman. I did tell her I hoped our relationship would progress further - rapidly. Mel laughed and said, "We'll see!"

I saw Mel only once mid-week due to our school workloads and two night seminars I had. We remained content with 'breast play' in my car although I started to think about how to bed her. During the next week when we did meet and make out, Mel acknowledged the very physical emphasis of our relationship by being an eager participant. She told me with a giggle one day, "We have to find some things to do other than make-out and pet all the time."

I'm a fast learner. I could see the logic in her statement, however, I translated it into my own terms: 'If you want the breasts, you must provide more intellectual pursuits as well;' A follows B. 

Friday night I took Mel to a concert by the Columbus Symphony Orchestra. Somehow I managed to not only stay awake but also be urbane and attentive. She looked gorgeous and I was proud to have her on my arm that night. At that event I realized that the Pixie fascinated men of all ages, not just college age guys like me. Further, Mel knew the impact she was having. In fact, I noticed, the older the men the more they ogled her magnificent chest. A chest displayed at its finest that night due to the black sequined evening dress she wore that had a plunging neckline and delicate little spaghetti straps. Her graceful neck was adorned with a simple strand of pearls. Even I was mesmerized by how the dress violated the laws of physics. By far, she was the prettiest woman at the concert.

On the way home Mel suggested that we go the park again. Pleased that I'd get some 'breast time' I pulled into the city park. Mel dropped the top of her dress and I started attending to her chest with tongue and hands. 

After a while Mel started to rub the evident lump in my pants for the first time. I'd already sported hard-ons when we'd been together before and always accepted the fact that I wouldn't find relief until after our date ended and I went back to my room. That night, the Pixie had other ideas, however.

As I continued to fondle and kiss her breasts, Mel reached over at one point and slowly unzipped my pants. She reached in and fondled my package with just the right erotic and stimulating touch to head me for earth orbit. A few minutes later, in the midst of a deep 'soul kiss' she carefully pulled my cock out of my pants and started to masturbate me. Somehow she seemed to know what to do with her hand better than I did when I jerked off. She was magnificent. 

I gladly accepted her attentions but then started to rub her thighs as well as her breasts. She told me, "What you're doing is fine, but tonight you can't go past the tops of my stockings."

"Damn," I thought. 

Mel told me by way of explanation, "I just don't want to rush this. I need to take my time – to be sure about us and how I feel. Just let me pay attention to you for tonight. You enjoy my breasts while I give you some pleasure. You already know I'm not like anyone else you ever met, now let me prove it by how we engage in sex."

With that she started to give me a serious hand job, a sexual experience that I could tell she excelled at based on prior experience. Instead of feeling some twinge of jealousy that she'd learned this skill through earlier practice, I felt the entire experience one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

Mel's every action was calculated to bring me to an exquisite, mind-blowing orgasm, but not before bringing me to brink and back an untold number of times. Where had she learned this technique that so drove me crazy? She reduced me to a bundle of raw sexual energy in a matter of minutes, and then someone pleading for relief. She didn't rush me to climax, and instead focused on raising the sexual tension between us and having us bask in it for many minutes.

Eventually I came all over her hand and my exposed leg, depositing a copious amount of cum particularly where her hand and my cock met. I let out a huge sigh and a moan that might have been heard across campus. Fortunately there was a box of Kleenex in the car so we could clean up the mess I'd made. 

That night I told Mel a little lie. I told her I thought I was falling in love with her, when in fact she'd stolen my heart weeks before. She didn't say anything back but she did kiss me really hard and then wrapped my face in her breasts. I took her response that as a positive sign.


Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 01



Mel went on a date with someone else the following weekend. As I was studying that Saturday night I ruminated about how I felt about Mel. Oddly enough, I hoped she was having a good time rather than wished for a change of situation. We already had another date planned and somehow that seemed good enough for now.

Mel had explained to me how she just didn't feel like other girls. "I don't feel this drive to forge an exclusive relationship with some guy. I find personal comfort in having lots of guys around me, even guys that love me – and that I love. It's not that I don't like you – or value you, it's how I think about relationships. They just shouldn't be exclusive. They shouldn't shut you off from other people. She explained, "That's why I had two guys take me to each of my last two proms in high school. I'd often go on double dates – two guys and me. And, yes, we'd even make out and mess around."

I slowly accepted Mel's unique philosophy about dating. Her unusual approach was at least consistent with all the other parts of her non-conforming life style and thinking.

The fraternity had a toga party two weekends later. The Pixie and I planned our costumes and even visited a couple of stores to get just the right laurel wreath crowns and sandals to go with our toga sheets. 

The frat party was a scene right out of the movie 'Animal House'. The Pixie threw herself into the whole scene and late in the evening became the party's focus. As the drinking escalated and the live band got louder and raunchier, various female 'guests' abandoned their togas or dropped their tops. While none went completely nude, the sight of several dozen naked gyrating breasts on the dance floor became a scene locked in my memory forever.

The Pixie decided not to exclude our fellow revelers from the sight of her own spectacular breasts. Thus, as the band rolled into the thirty-fourth verse of 'Louie Louie', Mel slipped the top of her toga off her shoulder exposing her luscious taut breasts to the other dancers. She was in front of the band and there was a sudden lull in the music before the beat was re-established. The pause made everyone look to the dance floor to see what was happening.

Mel swung her blond hair and body around the dance floor; her boobs followed the wild gyrations. She showed complete abandon as we danced. Various eyeballs started to pop out of the heads from all the guys and even the gals around us and soon the dance area was packed with my fraternity brothers not to mention their dates. Everyone cheered and applauded as Mel shimmied and shook her 'pair'. No other female could even begin to compare to the spectacular full breasts Mel had revealed.

More than one brother patted me on the back and told me I was the luckiest guy in the world to have access to such wonders. In the meantime, Mel continued to dance wildly allowing hand after hand to stroke her breasts so long as it didn't upset her dance routine. I rocked along beside her, clearly a superfluous body in the throbbing throng of dancers.

Later Mel pulled me off the dance floor and up to my study room in the frat house. We made out for a while, I sucked on and made love to her breasts, and she gave me another hand job. After we cooled down, I walked her back to the freshman dorm and we promised to see each other the next afternoon.

Sunday afternoon I picked Mel up and took her off campus to a mall where we had lunch and walked around shopping. We held hands.

Mel finally asked with a licentious grin, "Did it bother you seeing me dance half naked at the party last night?"

I thought for a bit and answered, "No, but you took me by surprise. I was a bit fogged last night from the beer, but even this morning I think of the whole night as exciting and sexy. You just added to it. Are you having regrets?"

"No, not at all. I was afraid that you might think less of me. Personally, I thought it was a rush. Besides so many other girls were doing it. You know I danced topless, even naked, in Africa many times when I lived there. It's fun."

"I thought seeing you do that in public was a rush too. I guess I like having an exhibitionist girlfriend and certainly one that is as 'different' as you are."

"Oh goody," the Pixie said, "Maybe I'll do some more 'displays' of my body sometime." She pushed herself up into my face and kissed me wantonly.

I went on more seriously, "I have question for you, Pixie. I'm really falling for you and I'd like to go steady - to give you my fraternity pin. This would make us, well, engaged to be engaged. I think you're the most fabulous person I've ever met and ... well, I can't imagine my life without you."

Before I could go any further, Mel led me over to an out of the way bench in a side corridor of the mall. As she did she spoke softly, "Doug, I like you – a lot – a whole lot. I really do. However, I'm not going to accept your offer and I feel I need to explain a little more about how I feel. I like our times together and I want them to continue but I need to date other guys and party my pretty little ass off while I'm in college – or at least for a couple of years of it anyway. If you can humor me we can see how it all plays out. In the meantime, I don't want either of us to feel locked into anything - ever."

She paused and studied the look on my face, "This isn't a rejection of you and it's certainly not that I don't like you. It's the way I grew up. For me, life and love aren't about exclusive relationships. Maybe it's just because I'm such a contrarian. I'd probably feel at home in a commune, but that age past us by and besides, parts of that life style were too laid back for me."

"I don't know if I'll ever settle down and be anyone's exclusive spouse. Maybe I'm doomed to have to live with the results of this errant way of thinking. I just can't imagine an exclusive, monogamous relationship as something I'll ever be in." She looked at me with large and sympathetic doe eyes that signaled to me that she loved me in her own way.

I nodded. I'd expected the rejection based on her earlier comments. I'd tried to make things go too fast. I remember thinking that in the past she'd left the door open for things to change in the future. I could have been heart broken over her refusal, but instead I felt relief that the issue had been breached and resolved – at least temporarily.

She held my hand tightly and continued, "I like our sexy times together. I want them to not only continue but also to become more exciting and sexy for each of us. Now I'm not exceptionally experienced sexually, and as you know from our talks I'm also not a virgin. That said I've learned a few things about good sexual relationships over the past couple of years – by doing a little and by reading a lot." She paused and added, "And now you will too. We both will."

"Huh?" I responded not fully understanding her last couple of sentences.

"What I'm trying to say is you need to learn how to make me happy – how to make any woman happy sexually. Put another way, if I'm going to be one of your 'girlfriends' then you are going to have to become one of the best boyfriends in the world. I only deserve the best." Mel grinned at her statement.

"What's that mean?" I asked. "Lots of practice?" I said hopefully.

"That too," she said emphatically, "But it means you have another course to study – 'Sex 101' taught by yours truly, and I'll be learning more right along with you. Somehow, I think you'll end up a winner."

"Sounds like the best course on campus," I said.

She grinned and said, "It might be, however, you have some tough homework to wade through. I just bought us this book while you were buying those CDs and I want you to read it over the next couple of weeks and we'll discuss parts of it. You'll be tested on its content." 

The Pixie shot me her warmest smile and I melted. She reached her small hand into a bag from Barnes & Nobel and pulled out a copy of The Joy of Sex by Alex Comfort. She passed it to me. I flipped through a few of the pages, amazed at seeing several rather explicit pictures of a modern couple making love in different positions.

"Mel," I asked cautiously, "Am I a bad lover? Have I done something wrong? Gone too fast? Too slow?" I suddenly felt a tremendous sense of inferiority wash over me.

"No, no, no!" she declared as she hugged me. "Nothing like that. It's just that we're going to make love one of these days - real soon - and I want us to know what we're doing – what we're both doing to each other and why. We can bring a lot more pleasure to each other if we understand what's in this book. I don't want to have just sex, I want to make love." She stretched out the word 'love' to add great emphasis. "This book is what I used about six years ago to learn about sex. My parents had a copy and I'd read it when they went out. I think they actually left it around so I'd find it."

"And if I do this it will make you happy?" I asked tentatively looking deep in her blue eyes. My emotions were all a tumble at the moment. After all Mel had just practically guaranteed that we'd make love soon.

"Yes," she said with emphasis. She looked around to be sure no one could see us, then pulled her loose top down to expose one breast to me for a second. She gave me a lecherous grin.

"Then I'll definitely do it." I paused and reached for the breast that quickly disappeared before my hand got to it. Mel swatted my hand away with a wicked little laugh. I told her, "I'll do it because I love you and want good things to happen between us – for a long time, like forever."

I guess that was the right thing to say because Mel jumped into my arms and we created a noteworthy public display of affection right there in the mall. No one seemed to mind as we hugged and kissed each other. We did manage to keep our clothes on.

My feelings for Mel might have been tempered by the fact that I was irrationally falling in love and had subconsciously adopted the position that she could do no wrong. Yet, I carefully examined Mel's philosophy about relationships and tested over and over again whether I could live with them.

I even called my sister Kara and talked to her about Mel's philosophy. She was closer to Mel's age yet had been raised in the same conservative home I had. Kara brushed the whole thing off, declaring it just part of the 'any philosophy goes' part of kids our age. Thus, in the end, I decided I'd try to adapt to whatever situation Mel conjured up.

I read the Joy of Sex from cover to cover over the next three days – some parts twice or even three times. Somehow I also managed to read some textbook chapters in social psychology, master fifty new Spanish words and a verb conjugation, as well and do a term paper explaining activity-based cost accounting principles. I found myself operating in a high performance mode I didn't know I was capable of thanks to Mel. 

I didn't see Mel during the week but we talked by phone a couple of days and made a date to spend Saturday together. Thursday when we talked on the telephone she suggested that we stay together overnight into Sunday at a 'nice' place. Her tone of voice and innuendo to our conversation left no doubt about the wild sexual activities we'd be engaged in every moment we'd be together overnight. I started sporting a perpetual hard-on because I couldn't stop thinking about the coming weekend. Now I was thinking of sex all the time, not just once every five seconds.

I had never 'shacked up' with anyone before. I wasn't a virgin yet I'd had few opportunities to copulate in my short, happy life. The previous summer I'd had steady sex for a month with an old high school girlfriend while her parents were in Europe. She had a boyfriend a thousand miles away near where she was going to college so didn't want to get serious, so we became 'fuck buddies' for the month before she left to go back to college. Prior to that month I could have counted the times I'd had intercourse on fingers and toes – mostly fingers. 

I looked around for a motel that would be a compromise between the Ritz Carlton and the 'No-Tel Motel' that specialized in the hot sheet trade. I couldn't afford the former, by far, and worried that the latter would make Mel feel cheap and unappreciated. Thus, I settled on an acceptable Holiday Inn out by the Interstate. Saturday morning I drove out, registered and got our room keys. I also left a couple of little presents for Mel on the pillow of the king-size bed in the room. Not only did the Holiday Inn have a nice room but also a heated pool, exercise room and a nice restaurant. 

Emotionally, I had high expectations for the afternoon and night. Mel still seemed reluctant to commit and be exclusive, yet I found myself joyous with any arrangement that involved the two of us. I felt I might win her over if I could prove that I'd mastered the book she'd given me. I even allowed myself time to scan the book one last time that Saturday morning.

I picked Mel up at noon. She had a small bag in addition to her large purse. I carried my shaving kit, my bathing suit and a couple of clothing items in a small duffle bag. I also had two-dozen condoms; I was armed for a 'big' weekend. Mel looked very athletic in a pink exercise suit with an aqua top on beneath the unzipped jacket. She had her pretty blond hair pulled back in a ponytail with the tail pulled through the back of a Red Sox baseball cap. 

Based on my initial reading of the Joy of Sex, instead of racing to the motel and attempting to pummel her lovely body with mine, I wisely drove us into the countryside to another little inn that sat beside a wide river. 

We had a leisurely lunch on the deck of the place and watched a few canoes float by from time to time. We talked about our classes, parents, and hopes for summer jobs the following year, and dozens of other things. I found Mel fascinating and her opinions and ideas really interested me. Since she leaned forward and seemed to hang on my every word too, I guess the feeling was mutual. I felt her eyes often peering deep into my soul, almost in examination of my inner most feelings. Was I worthy of her? Would I make the cut? Was this relationship worth pursuing?

I ignored the inner voices of insecurity and after lunch suggested a swim and some late season sun at the motel. Mel liked that idea. Thirty minutes later, carrying both our bags, I escorted her into our motel room. 

Mel gave a little clap of her hands and a little jump of joy when she saw the flowers and book of sappy poetry I'd left on the pillow. The Joy of Sex had been right about little gifts as a quintessential part of foreplay. 

I thought I was laying it on a bit thick but Mel didn't seem to think so. She threw herself into my arms and kissed me passionately. Our tongues dueled together for a short time before Mel pulled away and said, "Oh Doug, let's read some of the poems to each other while we sit beside the pool."

I quickly agreed. Mel disappeared into the small bathroom with her overnight bag much to my disappointment. I quickly changed into my swim trunks and waited at the door with two towels from the rack in the room.

Mel appeared from the bathroom in her swimsuit. My jaw dropped open and my tongue instantly lolled out the side of my mouth. I'm sure I also started to drool. The Pixie wore a little pink bikini that couldn't have been much bigger than three postage stamps arranged strategically over her body by a few pieces of string. Her tight little buns were fully exposed by the G-string thong; a small patch of hot pink Lycra barely covered her mons and vagina area. Mel's magnificent breasts and large areolas were barely encased by two small triangles of the same slick, hot pink fabric, and her slightly erect nipples were already evident as they pressed through the fabric.

Mel apparently liked my response to her suit, because she came and kissed me hotly again as our bodies pressed into each other's. When she finished and pulled away, I had a good start on an erection and briefly worried about being seen with it outside the room until I realized that no one seeing us would look any further than the Pixie's bathing suit – what little there was of it.

We went out our exterior door to the pool and stretched out in the warm slanting rays of the mid-October afternoon sun. One other couple appeared to be dozing at the other end of the pool from where we sat. Mel thrust the book of romantic poems I'd bought into my hands. I hadn't read poetry aloud since high school but knew if I wanted to score big with the Pixie I'd better relearn how to do it - fast. I slowly opened the book to the first page and turned to Mel. She rolled towards me on her lounge chair, one breast falling from its meager support; she tucked the nipple back into hiding and grinned briefly at me.

I started reading slowly and with meaning from the book: "If I could have just one wish, ..." The first poem was short and sappy but I poured my heart into it, looking up often and deep into the Pixie's blue-green eyes. She looked back at me with an adoring expression. My heart melted every time she looked at me like that.

As I finished the last line – "Knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you," Mel got up on her knees on her lounger, her taut breasts swinging down from her chest into the small scraps of material meant to encase them, leaned over and kissed me firmly on the lips.

"Read another," she said to me in a husky voice.

We both knew we were taunting each other. Now there was no doubt where the afternoon would end or what we'd soon be doing. Nonetheless, we both opted, at least temporarily, for this time of romance rather than lust.

I started another poem from the book after scanning two or three before selecting one; "Your lips speak soft sweetness, your touch a cool caress, ..." I went on with this longer poem as Mel now hung on my every word again.

I finished and she said, "Another." Her wish was my command. I read several more poems to her, each more romantic and sensual then the previous one. I was glad I'd spent so much time in the bookstore looking for just the right poetry book.

She kissed me again when I finished the fifth poem. This time she said, "Put the book down and let's swim." She stood and stretched, her magnificent body reflecting the sun's rays.

I rose and we held hands and walked into the tepid water. Once we were submerged I suddenly had the Pixie's body tight against mine again. The difference this time was that one of her hands now grasped my rapidly hardening penis through my swim trunks. 

"Oh, Mel," I whispered so no one else could hear, "If you do that I'll have an accident right here. I'm really hot – and hard - for you right now and it won't take much for me to cum."

Mel grinned as she let go then thrust her tongue into my mouth. When she pulled away, she said, "Nice pool. The bed looked nice too. I think it's time to try out the bed."

I grinned back and we turned around and exited the pool after our short swim. We dried off with the towels I'd brought and sauntered back to our room as though neither of us were in a rush. I drew the doorway curtain so anyone passing by couldn't see in and when I turned around Mel stood naked with her arms outstretched to me. I quickly lost my suit.

This first view of Mel's body in its full naked splendor stopped me in my tracks. Every part of her body had a gentle curve leading to an erogenous zone or two or three: her beautiful face and features, a slender neck, her impeccably shaped legs and hips, a flat stomach, a shaved pussy with a small tuft of hair as decoration, and then her magnificent breasts. And best of all, this beautiful young woman wanted me!

"Make love to me," she said in a voice tinged with innocence. She held her arms up in a tender and welcoming gesture. This was also the first time I'd heard her use the "L" word. My heart did some those little flippity-flops again; Mel loved me.




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 01



"I thought you'd never ask," I retorted softly as I moved to her, gently picked her up in my arms, and set her in the middle of the bed, my hard-on bouncing around in the air.

I immediately kissed Mel several times then dropped a little lower and romanced her breasts, bringing her nipples to an high state of excitement. My next move was to run my tongue down her body, encircling her pubic area and then approaching from below with my tongue – up one leg and then the other. I made sure to take my time and not rush into 'ground zero'. My readings about foreplay from the Joy of Sex played in my head as I stroked, licked, smoothed, and caressed her body.

Mel might have cum from the first touch of my tongue to her clit. I confess I did take aim at the right area before ensuring that a wide and sensuous lick by me would touch the right areas. Apparently, I did. 

Mel blurted out as she started panting, "Oh shit, you are good. Do THAT some more – a lot more." I did, getting my tongue deeper into her pussy and exploring more of the little nooks and crannies and interesting flaps of skin that she had. Somewhere along the line I added a couple of fingers. I made a couple of thrusts into her with my fingers as my tongue lapped at her clitoris. Mel suddenly grabbed my head in a near vice-like grip and held it to her juicy area. 

The Pixie's orgasm pleased me. I'd read in depth about them in the book and now I actually produced the kind I wanted for my Love – a nice, mind-blowing, earth-shaking orgasm of about Richter 7. Mel moaned going into it and as she clutched my head to her nether region she actually started to purr.

"Oh, Doug," she expounded as she released the pressured grip she'd had on my head, "You are so special." She stroked my hair in a very affectionate manner.

Rather than say anything I lapped up her slit again. She jerked and twitched in response.

Suddenly she pushed me away and announced; "Now it's your turn. What would you like me to do? A blowjob?" She pulled me up to bed so we could kiss again.

I moved up beside Mel's shapely body, kissed her lips, and told her, "No, I've wanted to make love to you from the moment I met you. I just want to be buried in your pussy in a way that brings us both pleasures – and that let's you know how much I love you." I reached onto the bedside table and retrieved a condom, quickly rolling it onto my erect pole.

As I moved to come over Mel, she pushed me back and straddled my hips. She reached down and took my engorged cock and ran it back and forth along her soaking slit, lubricating my rod. She then positioned me at the entrance to her vagina and slowly lowered her excited body onto my rigid cock, her warmth slowly enveloping me until every inch of me resided deep in her body. How someone as petite as she could absorb so much cock and not noticeably swell mystified me. As she sucked in my rod, she closed her eyes clearly entering a state of ecstasy.

I instantly knew that I would cum in mere seconds due to the sensations and eroticism of these first moments so sweet. I could feel her pussy pulsating around my meat. "Mel," I said, "I'm not going to have any staying power this first time."

"Just cum in me," she said. "Do it, right now. I'm there too."

We made about ten strokes together, each propelling me closer and closer to an orgasm. Mel reached down and started to massage her clit as I made the last few strokes into her. 

Then the weeks and weeks of dreaming and fantasizing became reality. I'd fallen in love with the Pixie and now could make love to her. I came, hard, thrusting up into her body with my hose jetting a stream of cum into her body, stopped only by the prophylactic. 

Mel came too then sagged onto my chest in her after glow, her full breasts pushing against my naked chest. We kissed and tongued at each other in those first minutes of appreciation for our initial union.

Twenty minutes later, after pawing and cooing at each other constantly, Mel lay beneath me imploring me to fuck her harder. Her legs were over my shoulders, as I pounded into her ripe pussy. This time we didn't rush and I didn't feel the urge to prematurely, in my opinion, end our lovemaking session until I'd brought the Pixie to untold heights of sexual ecstasy. 

We often paused and looked deep into each other's eyes, ensuring as we went that we were pleasing our partner. Often we smiled in our happiness, urging the other to continue just what they were doing. My heart ached with love for this woman.

We rolled around the large bed trying different positions and enjoying each other and the different sensations each afforded before moving on to the next. Mel particularly liked the doggie position and the woman on top, she told me later. In the former, my cock stroked against her G-spot more than in other orientations and she came twice in the period of two minutes. In the latter, we both enjoyed that she had some of the control and I could reach up and fondle and love her breasts more effectively.

When I blasted my load this time, we'd been at it for almost an hour and were exhausted. We fell together side by side as I cradled her head against my shoulder. We both snoozed for a half hour or so. When I awoke, Mel was staring into my eyes with a very happy look on her face. We kissed and snuggled into each other.

With breaks only for meals and a daring midnight swim in the motel pool in the nude, we fucked most of the night and into the next morning. When we weren't fucking I was exploring new ways to bring the Pixie to a state of orgasmic bliss.

After a late brunch in the dining room at the Holiday Inn, we both declared we were too tired to try anything new. Mel also complimented me on my lovemaking and told me the money she'd spent on the Joy of Sex turned out to be the best investment she'd ever made. She told me that any test of my sexual prowess or right to earn her favors had been passed with flying colors.

We checked out of the motel and drove back to campus. Regrettably both of us had schoolwork to attend to lest one or both us screw up our mid-term exams. Further, we both reluctantly yet humorously admitted to each other that we were sore and might need a day or so to recover.

*

The next few months were a blur. I'd really fell for Mel; I offered her my fraternity pin several more times and she reiterated that she wasn't the kind of girl to go steady – at least right now, if ever. Whenever I'd bring up the subject she'd reaffirm her independent status and even go so far as to encourage me to date other girls. Several times she made it clear than she was going on or had gone on other dates, but that she still wanted the deep relationship we were developing as her 'primary' one. I accepted her wishes and for some reason didn't react with jealousy about her other dates.

Most of the time when we got together we were sexually active. Sometimes that just meant that we petted like crazy in the car in the city park and brought each other off; other times we spent the night together somewhere and screwed until we ran out of energy.

Over the Christmas break I drove from my home in Ohio to Mel's home in Massachusetts to be with her and meet her parents. We spent New Year's Eve in Boston at their First Night celebration. Planned or not, we somehow found 'alone time' every day I was at her house and were able to fuck our brains out for at least a short time each day. Two days after New Year's, we drove back to the Ohio State campus together, spending an overnight at a beautiful hotel just outside of Pittsburgh.

While Mel had encouraged me to date other people, since I'd met her I'd only gone on two other dates and had not in the least felt an urge to apply elsewhere any of the testosterone or other hormones raging in my loins, let alone the skills I'd learned from the Joy of Sex and our 'practice' sessions. Mel knew this and with great intent changed that about a week after classes restarted.

"I want you to take my roommate out," Mel told me one Sunday as we were walking along snow-dusted sidewalks back to her dorm from the campus library.

"But I like taking you out," I told her.

"And, she needs to go on a date with you – to get to know the 'real you' she's heard so much about."

"You mean you kiss and tell," I asked jovially. We'd never broached the subject of what we told other people about our relationship or activities. I found myself surprised that she talked about the two of us then realized that was probably pretty normal for two women. Personally, I'd said little about the Pixie to any of my friends or fraternity brothers. I had sought some advice a couple of times from my sister but she was a thousand miles away and of little help at this stage in our friendship.

"Yes," she replied with a smirk.

"What's that mean?" I inquired.

"It means that she'd have expectations on a date about you showing her some of the finer points about The Joy of Sex. The poor girl only went on one date all of last semester and she's nice. She's pretty, has a nice personality, a great body – which you'll really enjoy, but she's shy. She might even be a virgin."

"Are you pimping me out?" I asked in jest as I tried to duck the question.

"Yes, and you'll like it. How about next Saturday? I'll even pay for the Holiday Inn; just don't tell her I paid. She needs to get laid. It'll change her whole outlook on life, and believe me I know."

"Your offer to pay insults my sense of chivalry. Besides, I'd rather be with you next Saturday."

Mel said, "You can't. I already have a date – so there. Bill Seaborn is driving me to Indianapolis on Saturday so we can watch the Pacers play. We're staying over."

I felt like a small truck had just hit me in the chest. I tried to macho my way through the next couple of minutes before we parted company for the day. I immediately acted pensive, as though I was thinking about whether to take her roommate out. Mel studied me as we walked.

I'd met Joy, Mel's roommate, many times over the past four or five months. Mel was right, she did indeed please the eye but seemed intensely shy and for the first few months I'd known her, when I'd started dating Mel, she'd barely said two words to me. More recently, she'd opened up a little and once or twice got quite chatty. I liked her but had never thought of her in a sexual way or even as a date.

As we neared her dorm, Mel pushed me harder in a direction my thinking had never been in. She seemed to have insight into what I was thinking and the hurt I felt about her going out with someone else. 

"Doug, I know you think you want exclusivity in our relationship, and I also know you know I don't – at least not now, if ever. To me, that kind of commitment and exclusivity imply ownership and I don't want to be chattel. I'm my own person, with unconventional standards about relationships. I want to be accepted and valued that way. I think I'll be a better person if I'm open to see other people – on any basis. That's why I accepted this date with Bill and why I'm telling you. I want you to know about it, not to hurt you but to get you to date too – to experience other people, to reach out, to like – even love - others. I'm not a 'pin-me-down' kind of girl and think you'd like being that kind of guy. So no guilt trips on me, OK? I'm the way I am." 

I nodded stoically as we started walking again. My brain raced but it seemed like the wheels were spinning but there was no traction. Mel's logic seemed obvious to me for some reason, yet I needed time to get used to her ideas.

Mel continued, "I don't want us to break-up; far from it. I've already got a lot invested in you as you do in me. Why don't you try to adopt the same philosophy and I'll try to meet you halfway. The past few months we've been each other's primary relationship – a home base, so to speak – even though I never phrased it that way. Let's continue this way, to date and learn about each other and advance whatever it is we have for each other to new levels. In the meantime, be completely open and free with other people."

I asked in a slightly glum voice, "Is this an 'open marriage'? I heard a few other people refer to their relationships this way."

"Exactly," Mel responded, ignoring my grumpy tone of voice. "I want you to go out with others. I want you to explore other people – see how they think, how they tick, and even how they make love. Bring that back to our relationship and share it. We'll both be richer for it.

"And you'll do the same?" I asked with some angst in my voice. I paused as we walked and looked at her.

"Yes, I will," Mel said softly; she reached up and stroked my cheek with her warm hand. "As little or as much as you want to know, but I won't malevolently hold back anything from you – even if I think it would hurt you. I'll offer it all to you. I do love you."

There was the "L" word again. She loved me but wanted this unique brand of boy-girl relationship, something I'd never encountered before. She loved me but would see other people. She loved me and wanted me to see other people. Her philosophy was all so new and didn't follow any of the models I learned about mating.

"Would you share all the details about your trip with Bill?" I asked in a taunting voice, emphasizing the word 'all' and not expecting the response I got.

Mel got very quiet for a moment then said, "Yes, with you, I will." She came around in front of me and leaned up and kissed me. Then she said, "You don't understand yet, do you?" She looked into my eyes in the dim light and said, "Go on the date with Joy and then let's talk. I think you'll start to get the feeling of why I am the way I am. And even why I love you."

I thought for a long moment as we stood and hugged then I told her in a slightly more upbeat voice, "OK. I'll take Joy out and try to be the perfect date – sex and all. That's what you want?"

Mel nodded and hugged me.

I felt awkward and clearly moving in a direction for which there was no map. In one way I didn't like the idea of Mel going off with someone else, yet in another sense I did. I wanted to be with her, and yet the idea of taking Joy on the kind of date Mel described was tantalizing, particularly when the instigator of the date was my girlfriend.

"Should I call her or are you the intermediary?" I asked in a neutral voice.

"You call her when you get back to the frat house. That'll give me just enough time to talk to her briefly." She paused and added, "And trust me, you'll have a great time and I want you to bring all your raging hormones to her doorstep – and beyond. Oh, and I want to hear all the details – from both of you."

I gave her a funny look and frowned, somewhat uncertain as to what she meant by her comment about my raging hormones.

Mel looked at me with a grin and said, "Fuck her brains out, stupid!"

*

About an hour later I called the phone in Mel and Joy's room. Joy answered the phone and I pretended that I was pleased she'd picked up. We both knew my call was a bit of charade and we both knew we were being aimed at a weekend fuck fest at the Holiday Inn starring just the two of us with my girlfriend playing matchmaker.

Nonetheless, I politely asked for a date for Saturday night, suggesting in an oblique aside that perhaps we'd stay overnight somewhere and that it'd be great if she could bring an overnight kit and her swim suit as I planned to find a place to stay that had a pool.

Joy accepted in a low key and very shy voice. I detected a shudder in her voice that indicated a rather nervous acceptance. I ignored the tremor and told her I looked forward to our date and that we'd see each other before then and plan the details.

Strangely enough, Mel and I went out every night the rest of the week and Friday when we went out we managed to even fuck in the backseat of my car while parked in a remote section of city park. That week we never mentioned our respective dates until I was dropping Mel off after our passionate interlude.

"Doug," Mel whispered to me as we sat in the car just before she went into the dorm, "Please have fun with Joy. Don't think about what Bill and I are doing. Do your own thing and be good– be very good." She smiled warmly at me, kissed me and disappeared into the dorm.

I nodded, reluctantly resigned to perform the role she'd assigned to me.

*

I picked up Joy about two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. She had a very large duffle bag with her and I had my usual small overnight bag. As I did with the Pixie, I'd driven out to the motel in the morning, pre-registered and gotten our room key. I'd even left flowers and a different book of poetry on the pillow for her.

When we got to the room, Joy had a combination of embarrassment and shyness over the flowers and book of poems. She actually blushed so much that her whole face looked flushed. She allowed me to come and hug her yet we didn't kiss. We'd never kissed.

I'd worked myself up to a state of excitement about our overnight. Yet, in those brief moments as I watched her blush I wondered if this was the right thing to be doing. Mel had been so convincing that all her roommate needed was a serious date, yet now I wondered whether this might be a bad idea in terms of Joy's psyche and self esteem.

I'd lured Joy out to the motel ostensibly on the excuse that they had a winterized pool. In fact, it was a low budget operation. The pool was heated but the motel had erected a large inflatable dome over the pool. The dome was not attached to the motel so to get to the pool you had to go in the outside air and then through a sort of air lock in the side of the bubble dome. Once inside, the whole place smelled like chlorine and I expected to be a blond by the time we finished our swim. In any case, we decided to start our time together with a swim.

After we dropped our bags in the room, we did a quick change of clothes. Joy used the bathroom to change into her suit and came out in a demure one-piece suit that clung rather nicely to her curves yet didn't reveal very much. She had nice looking legs and curves in all the right spots. For a moment I tried to decide whether the term 'busty' could be used to describe her. 

Joy stood about five foot six inches tall and had luxurious long dark brunette hair that hung down her back past her shoulders. She also wore glasses with pointy frames – not the best shape for her pretty face and a throwback to the 1950s. Overall, she had the appearance of a nerd, except at the moment she was wearing this hot bathing suit.

We took some towels and opened the exterior door to go across the patio to the door to the pool. The outside air temperature was about ten degrees and I'm sure my body temperature dropped to that temp in the thirty feet we sprinted to the door into the tented pool. We burst into the pool's bubble dome to find we were alone in the pool area. At least we were both laughing at the situation we'd put ourselves in.

I shed my shoes and dipped a toe in the pool. Although heavy with the smell of chlorine the pool did have the perfect temperature. I could actually dive in and neither feel it was an overheated bathtub nor an ice bath. 

"The temp is perfect," I told Joy. She smiled at me and headed for the stairs into the pool.

I took a shallow dive from the deep end of the pool staying underwater and enjoying the drifting sensation as I slowly glided towards the shallow end and Joy.

I surfaced about ten feet in front of her just as she took the last step in the pool. She was still dry from the waist up but dipped down in slow increments until she'd submerged up to her neck, most of her hair still dry.

I walked over to her, helped her stand and turned her to me. I whispered to her, "Joy, we've never kissed and I think it's time."

She nodded shyly and allowed me to kiss her lips a couple of times. She didn't kiss back and was stiff as a board. After the fourth kiss I verified that she was just presenting her lips to me but was not participating. She had her eyes clenched closed. 




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 01



"I think you're supposed to kiss me back," I told her in a soft voice. With this pretty friend I could have infinite patience.

"I'm sort of scared," came the timid reply as she opened her eyes and looked down into the water between us.

I thought for a moment then said, "Try this. Kiss me."

I stood motionless and locked my jaw and pursed my lips into a frozen state. Joy kissed me and it wasn't half bad except I didn't respond. We pulled apart and she gave me a funny look. 

"You didn't do anything," she observed. 

I said, "Right. When two people kiss they're supposed to get into the act together, otherwise there's no feedback, no feeling of passion, no appreciation that you're glad we're together, no hint that it could go further. I feel all these things for you, by the way."

"I guess I'm nervous," Joy said flatly.

"Come here," I said and pulled her into my arms in a loose embrace. I kissed her forehead and said, "You will be the only person putting pressure on yourself on this date. I'm at your service. We don't even have to kiss or go any further than have a nice swim and maybe have some dinner together. If the thought of our date horrifies you, I can take you back to the dorm whenever you want – right now even."

"Oh, No!" Joy exclaimed immediately as her head jerked up. "I want ... well, Mel said ... I have to ... Oh, damn, I'm so nervous. Just give me a while and I'll get used to all this."

Joy wrapped her arms around me and we stood there hugging. Finally she looked up into my face and we kissed – really kissed. This time the kiss had some feeling and romance in it. Our lips were pliant and soft for one another and there was some motion as our bodies snuggled into each other.

We hugged and kissed some more standing there then on one of our kisses I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth. She welcomed me with her tongue, dueling with mine for a moment. I pulled back to see if she liked what we'd done. She smiled and we kissed again. With tentative moves her tongue snaked into my mouth and I sucked on it gently. Joy moaned.

During one of our breaks for air, Joy said, "I've never French kissed. Actually, I've only kissed two other boys. I guess you can tell, huh?"

I told her softly, "I'm here to bring you pleasure and joy. You draw the boundaries. And, right now you are doing just fine in the kissing department." I led her into another soul kiss and I'm certain both our temperatures rose so we heated the entire state.

As we kissed I also started to stroke her body. Her swimsuit had almost no back but a lot of front to it. I ran my hands over her back and up and down her arms. I also used my arms as we hugged to maximize the amount of skin contact we were having. Joy caught on and returned the gesture. 

I slithered into the warm water of the pool pulled Joy over onto me. We floated close together – romantically close together and made several laps around the pool. I pulled her with me, touching as much of her body as I thought she'd feel comfortable with. We stopped periodically and kissed some more.

I pulled Joy with me towards the pool edge at one point. I hopped up on the edge and positioned Joy facing away from me as she still stood in the pool. I massaged her neck, shoulders and back, making the event as sensuous as I could. I wrapped my legs around her hips as I worked at relaxing and pleasing her.

Eventually, I slid back into the water and pulled Joy to me really tightly. I ground my hips – my cock – into her groin, leaving no doubt that I wanted her body. This wasn't exactly textbook Joy of Sex, but I did think it telegraphed my desire and intentions to her. We broke from a kiss I'd started and looked at each other. Joy turned and walked back towards the pool steps pulling me behind her. She turned and I looked questioningly at her; she said, "Let's continue this in the room."

Five minutes later we stood in the motel room. I slowly peeled Joy's wet bathing suit from her upper body, using my mouth on her pretty erect nipples as they came into view. She had nice full breasts that overflowed my hand as I cupped first one and then the other. I rubbed and smoothed them with tenderness and care, hopefully communicating that I not only liked what we were doing but also that I like her and her body. 

Joy stood half-naked before me and watched my ministrations in what initially appeared to be a detached manner then the sensations started to arouse her sexually and she started to moan and move her hips in a sexy way. Soon her skin was singing under my hands.

She whispered to me during my attentions, "No one has ever ..." She didn't finish the sentence; she just put her head back in obvious enjoyment of what I was doing.

At one point I used my own chest to stroke her erect nipples, swaying and rubbing my nipples and modest chest hair into hers. Apparently the action stimulated her in the right direction for suddenly Joy thrust her tongue down my throat again and we seemed to shift into a higher gear of sexual activity.

I knelt in front of Joy and pulled her bathing suit off, having her step out of the wet fabric. I gently massaged her damp skin with the fluffy towel before I made love to one prong of her pelvic bone. I then licked my way across her flat stomach to her other side. My journey took me just north of her pubic area. She jerked as she stroked my head. I could tell I was delivering little lightning bolts of pleasure to her because of the little sighs and purrs from her throat.

I kissed all over her lower extremities from knee to navel yet stayed at least a few inches away from her pussy. Joy lightly stroked my hair as I knelt before her, her feet a shoulder's width apart. I often ran my hands over the same area then up to her breasts, cupping their comfortable weight in my palms and feeling the warmth of her beauty in my hands.

I stood eventually and pulled my own bathing suit off, quickly dabbing at my damp body with the towel I'd used on Joy. I then urged her onto the king-size bed, pushing her into the middle where I could more properly assault her pretty body. I could still detect her reticence as I nudged her into position and then lay before her.

Now I readied myself to taste her nectar and to make oral love to her nest. I gently slid beneath her legs, pushing them over my shoulders and lowered my head to the whiteness of her body. My tongue extended and touched the small flap of skin surrounding her clitoris. 

Joy's body jerked into a state of heightened arousal in spite of the exquisite tenderness I used on her. A long, low moan escaped from her lips and she then encapsulated my name in the next moan.

I lapped at her slit from peritoneum to clit and beyond. Joy practically came out of her skin as her arms flailed to hold my head still for a moment. She groaned at first and squeaked as I finished.

"Oh, Doug. That's wonderful. Oh ... oh." Her breath quickened as I re-applied my tongue to the area. Her body rose up and pushed into my tongue.

I had become quite adept at cunnilingus thanks to the Pixie's affection for the sport as well as detailed instruction from the Joy of Sex. Thus, in record time I had Joy squirming and writhing beneath my tongue as I licked and touched the tender areas of her anatomy. I knew my work was effective because I could hear her ever-accelerating heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Joy's arms slapped back into the bed and her hips rose to meet my mouth and then locked in place. She froze motionless in that position as my tongue dove back and forth into her vagina. Joy had climaxed. I gently applied my entire mouth over her clit and sucked the nub into my mouth, almost like a miniature penis. She screamed and clenched my head between her thighs.

"Ooooooooooooouuuuuuuuh," she wailed softly as the emotional moment swept through her body, warming her from within. I had successfully taken her on that wonderful journey with only my tongue.

As she relaxed her legs, I slipped under one leg and scooted up the bed to hold and kiss her. We went into a tender embrace and I kissed her. Our tongues were soon dancing.

Suddenly, Joy pulled away and looked at me. She tensed for a second then relaxed. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing really. I just realized I could taste myself in our kiss." She thought further for a moment then added, "I rather like it, actually." She smiled at me with a guilty look on her face, but then she French kissed me again using her tongue to search out the new taste she'd found.

Joy's body was a banquet of slender sexy curves. I thought how she could be a great calendar model before I went on to other things. I let my fingers, and occasionally my lips, trace many of the curves of her body in a lazy but erotic way. We seemed to be delighting in the feeling of skin on skin, of flesh rubbing against flesh. 

"Joy," I told her with a grin, "Sex is dirty, wet, smelly, and loaded with feelings and taste sensations – if it's done right." I kissed the end of her nose then thrust my tongue, still clinging to some of her nectar, back into her mouth. We had a long French kiss and Joy's tongue explored the tastes I offered her.

Joy's hand soon found my partially inflated penis and took hold of me. The touch was one of innocence and uncertainty about what to do next. A rush of blood started to further fill me to the bursting point. She looked at me as she awkwardly stroked and fondled me.

"Will you really fit inside me?" she asked in an uncertain little girl voice.

"Yes, when you're ready. Are you a virgin? Mel wasn't sure whether you were or weren't."

She answered in almost a whisper, "Yes, but I've been doing some things to help prepare for this day."

I asked, "How can I make this the most special moment in your life? You know you'll remember this forever, don't you?"

She nodded her head. "You're the perfect guy. I really like you – and Mel. I'm so glad she's sharing you ... with me. You're so tender and gentle, and you make me feel safe. Plus, I know you really care about me. No one's ever bought me flowers or a book of poems. It's little things you've said and done over the past months to make me feel comfortable with you – with guys in general. You include me. I know Mel's you're Number One, but for a little while I can be your Number Two. And ... and right now you've stoked my sexual temperature up to an all-time high."

Joy smiled slightly at me and then urged me to come over her, between her legs. She continued, "So now is the time to make me a woman as the saying goes. Love me."

Joy watched me as I moved into position. I quickly slipped on a condom then leaned in and kissed her with all the tenderness and love I could summon to show her in that instant. Joy's hand directed my steely shaft until the mushroom head of my penis rubbed into the prolific moisture almost gushing from her vagina. I slowly pushed forward in small thrusting motions as I started to penetrate, first by fractions of an inch and then in larger strokes into her willing body.

Joy's legs naturally folded back and then went around my lower body as I neared full depth. She instinctively used them to guide and urge me deeper into her. I sank unimpeded by any encumbrance until I bottomed out, the tip of my cock at the gate to her womb. I didn't detect that she had any pain with my incursion into her virginal body.

My weight pushed her down into the turned down comforter on the bed, the soft fabric surrounding and welcoming our union.

Joy had shuddered almost continuously as I penetrated her, closing her eyes and turning her head with an air of pleasure – of satisfaction. Now she steadied herself, opened her eyes again, looked at me and smiled. She whispered, "Thank you," in a voice that was almost inaudible.

Together we started a slow oscillation into each other. My gentleness took more strength than the passion we both wanted at that instant. I needed release – release from so many things that afternoon. I still held the tension from the peculiar relationship Mel wanted, plus Joy and I had now built this sexual tension between us. I thought whether I should just fuck this woman for my own selfish satisfaction, plundering her body until I ejaculated into her.

My tenderness and warm feelings for Joy won out. I wanted her to have a good experience – a smooth, painless, loving, joyful experience. I wanted her to want more – from me, from life. I felt a caring and wanting for this lovely girl in spite of our unusual pairing.

Joy had a natural motion of her hips to welcome me, to milk me of my juices, and to maintain the magnificent sensations we were providing to each other. As her legs loosely encircled my body, one arm reached up and touched my chest in an erotic gesture, her fingernails lightly raking my torso; the other hand reached up in the same instant and tenderly touched my face.

I resisted the growing urge to drive hard into her body that I often felt with Mel when we hadn't been together for a day or so. Instead, with Joy, I prodded into her nest more slowly, circling my hips to bring her greater stimulation or pulling almost entirely all the way out before slowly reclaiming the territory I'd just given up.

The more I did to arouse, stimulate and scintillate Joy, the more she responded and the more blood I had roaring in my head. Finally, she came, her pussy spasming around my rigid shaft as she froze in another orgasm. After that her breathing became more a series of pants or gasps as she urged me deeper and faster into her pussy.

"Just cum. Cum in me. Aren't you supposed to blast your cum into me? Isn't that what they say?" she asked with a questioning look into my eyes. I could tell the words were foreign to her tongue and more some story of our lovemaking that Mel had probably told her.

I told her, "I'm actually very near, but my focus is on bringing you pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure."

"My pleasure right now is that you fuck me until you cum. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She kept repeating the last few words over and over again as I increased my stroke length and frequency, driving harder into her yet holding back.

I became a machine, propelled forward towards an unmistakable conclusion. I felt the tubing and ducts in my body engorge with the semen from my scrotum. Warmth in my groin and surge of pleasure started deep within me and traveled like lightning to my cock. I ejaculated jet after jet of cum into Joy's body as the waves of pleasure hammered into my brain stem. My body became racked with pleasure and a sense of heaven for a few precious seconds. 

Joy pulled me into her with all her might and I couldn't have been any deeper. We mashed our mouths together so hard our teeth gnashed occasionally. I tasted blood for a second but wasn't sure whose it was. 

Joy had shrieked again as I'd bellowed my pleasure to the Universe. From our ecstatic state with bodies arched into one another I carefully lowered myself onto her, then rolled us to our sides, my long and satisfied cock continuing to nest in her hot vagina. I showered her face and neck and ears with kisses.

"Oh God. Yes. Oh, Doug, you are so wonderful. This is so wonderful. I never knew. I'd hoped but this is so ..."

"Sssssh, my little love," I told her. "Just be quiet and enjoy the feeling of the after glow." I kept kissing her and wrapping her in my new affection. There was a new kind of energy in me and I knew Joy could feel it.

To be continued.



Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 02



This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 in that story especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment.

*

My weekend with Joy had several unintended consequences of course. She fell in love with me. I played my part too well of initiating her into the hallowed halls of womanhood.

The other major consequence was that I fell in love with her too -- without falling out of love with Mel.

So now I loved Mel -- the Pixie -- who professed her love for me as well, but didn't want to be tied down; and I loved Joy, Mel's roommate, who openly loved me too. Further, we all knew everything about how we all felt about everyone else. I didn't think this was a normal situation.

I tried to convince myself that Mel was my Number One and that Joy was a very close Number Two, but the fact was that I loved them equally yet differently. This state of being surprised me greatly, particularly that I felt comfortable feeling this way. Whether with one or the other or both together, I had feelings of love, warmth and compassion for both of them. Moreover, they seemed to feel the same way towards me and towards each other. 

Mel, of course, was a rebel in her own way. She would be the one that pulled us out of our comfort zones or pushed us into doing something that expanded our thinking in some 'risky' way. She was also the 'dish' -- the hottie -- the outgoing Pixie that everyone looked to as a source of both amusement and amazement. I knew I was too conservative and Mel had set out to fix that; I welcomed the change. Mel also knew how to praise me in a language I understood and took as pure love; she'd tell me what a good student I was, or how hard I'd worked for a grade, or how she so appreciated the things I did for her or how open I was when we were together. I loved our talks together, particularly how she expanded my thinking in some area.

Joy was almost the opposite of Mel, even more conservative than I was yet open to Mel's efforts to pull her out of her shell. I often felt protective around Joy, even though when you saw her she looking like this stunning woman than knew exactly what she wanted. Joy liked to do little things for me that showed her love; I'd find a love note tucked in one of my books or a pressed flower; one time she washed and shined my car for me; another time she found some way to make me a box of chocolate chip cookies -- my favorites. Her gifts and little acts of service I accepted as her love offerings.

Of course, we were all physical with each other. We liked to touch, stroke, hold, look at, hug, and make love with one another. While part of this love language was the raging hormones we all seemed to have at this age, I knew that physical touch was important to me -- both to give and to receive.

A week or so after my weekend with Joy, I sat with Mel in the Student Union one afternoon talking about the situation; only no words came out in terms of solutions or options. My mind was blank. 

Mel asked with a tone of encouragement, "So, why don't you do another weekend with Joy?"

"Heck no," I replied sensitive to insulting Mel and making her feel left out; "I mean Joy is wonderful; everything you could ask for in a date and yes, I'd love to be with her again. She is a divine and passionate lover. Not as good as you, of course, but she's learning."

I felt myself blundering around in this peculiar landscape for which I did not have a vocabulary or any kind of compass. I paused and looked Mel deep in the eyes. I continued, "The problem is that I'm in love with you -- too. You are my Number One girlfriend and I feel I should concentrate on you. Joy is nice and I really care about her - too. Do I need to make a choice?"

Mel ignored my struggle to be politically correct and pleasing to her, and asked, "What if you could have both of us?"

"I sort of do, don't I?"

"No, I mean at the same time. Say, next weekend at the motel?" I got a Pixie grin from her just before she tossed her head to move an errant lock of blond hair from her face. In that flash of a second I could see the entire weekend unfold. I felt a surge of blood enter my sleeping dick.

"I have trouble keeping up with your sexual needs. I had trouble keeping up with Joy's needs by the time we started to cool things down and think about checking out last weekend. What makes you think I could handle both of you at the same time?"

Mel got a silly grin on her face and said, "Maybe Joy and I could take care of each other when you're recovering. Besides, you're still exciting even when you aren't trying to have an orgasm. Not that I've had all that much experience, but you have the best tongue of anyone I've ever known plus you've studied the sport. You love pussy, which is more than I can say for some folks I've been out with. Plus, aren't guys supposed to get off watching two women together?" Her sexy grin got wider and she licked her lips seductively.

I'd learned from the Pixie that her weekend with Bill Seaborn had demonstrated his lack of creativity as well as unwillingness to be inventive sexually. Secretly I was glad, yet I had at least hoped Mel would come back happy rather than barely satisfied from her weekend in Indianapolis.

I felt my pants bulge further in immediate response to the Pixie's suggestion of a threesome and a lesbian encounter that I'd get to watch. I also noticed that not for second did I think it unusual or repugnant. I grinned rather widely. This exciting and erotic landscape of possibilities was all new to me thanks to Mel.

The Pixie said, "I'll take that as a definite 'Yes'. Let's do all weekend at the motel -- two nights, Friday and Saturday. If I work like hell the rest of this week I won't have too much homework to worry about. What about you?"

"I could swing it if I finish a term paper for psych before Friday. Besides, for a weekend like this I'd drop out of school," I said in my most lecherous voice. Mel laughed and punched my shoulder.

"Wait!" I said suddenly, holding up my hand. "One small problem; what if Joy doesn't want to play with us as you propose?"

"Leave it to me," Mel said with an impish smile.

*

I don't think I'd ever studied as hard as I did that week. I didn't want any worries about homework or term papers or any thing other than my feelings about my two girlfriends hanging over my head by the time we left on Friday. The downside of that philosophy was that I didn't see either Mel or Joy much the rest of the week except for Wednesday night dinner at the Student Union.

I decided that the Holiday Inn has outlived its usefulness as a love nest. After Mel and I had our talk I telephoned a number of places and finally found a winterized log cabin on a picturesque lake about an hour east of the campus. We'd have to do our own cooking, however, the winter rate was very low and I thought we'd enjoy playing house together. Mel loved the idea that we go somewhere else and assured me that Joy would like it too.

At dinner mid-week, while the three of sat together in the Student Union, I asked Joy if she was all right with what Mel and I had planned. She had seemed more fragile than either of us in terms of her sexual experience and I didn't want to damage her delicate psyche by forcing her into a threesome.

To my surprise, Joy laughed and squeezed both our hands. She whispered so no one else would hear, "I've wanted to have a lesbian experience for five years. This weekend will be a dream come true. I love you Doug, and I get to have you make love to me again. And I love Mel, and now she's also ready to make love to me. I'm in seventh heaven and Friday can't come fast enough." She bestowed her infectious grin on me again.

Joy had more moxie than I'd given her credit for. Moreover, since the weekend I'd taken Joy to the Holiday Inn, she'd become much more outgoing and open - to everyone. She'd started to come out of her shell. I know when I lost my virginity my self-confidence rose dramatically; I guess the same thing was happening to Joy.

I studied and wrote my term paper with a ferocious intensity and finished two weeks of studying in a few days. My conscience was clear about taking off for the complete weekend and for those rare few days I'd actually gotten ahead in my courses.

Friday, I picked up Mel and Joy at their dorm about one o'clock. We swung by a Wal-Mart and picked up a weekend's worth of food for the three of us and by four o'clock the three of us stood in front of a roaring fire looking out at a good sized, man-made lake half covered in ice. While the weather outside hinted of snow flurries, inside we were nice and warm. The cabin exceeded my expectations and I silently thanked the travel agency I'd called for their recommendation of this beautiful place.

As we stood by the bay window, I hugged Mel and Joy to me, and they each put their head on my shoulder. Mel said, "You out did yourself, Douglas. This place is beautiful -- particularly when compared to the 'Ye Olde Holiday Inn by the Interstate'."

Joy turned and kissed me on the lips, "I agree." After a long pause, she asked rhetorically, "Is it time for us to make love yet?"

After a second's pause, both Mel and I said, "Yes!" simultaneously. We both pulled Joy towards the pine paneled bedroom and the king-size bed with a view of the lake.

By unspoken agreement, we took turns removing items of clothing from each other. Sweaters went first then our shirts and bras. A slight pause occurred in the undressing as I sampled each of the four female breasts in the room, kissing and nuzzling each nipple to an excited state.

Joy surprised me by tentatively reaching out and stroking Mel's gorgeous breasts. Mel soon returned the favor.

After that brief foreplay, shoes, socks, slacks, thongs and boxers quickly disappeared. We stood for a few moments and just looked at the splendor of each of our bodies. Each of us had the luster of youth: trim and muscular, shapely legs, flat stomachs even hinting at the muscular abs that lay beneath the taut skin, shapely breasts, and beauty and grace in limb and face. I shall never forget those few seconds as we studied each other.

Any hint of initial modesty quickly disappeared as we entered a group hug and group kiss, our bodies pressing together and tongues licking and probing everywhere, even between the two women.

Earlier, I'd let out a small cheer when I realized the bed came equipped with an electric blanket. When we'd first arrived I'd cranked the unit up to ten to take the chill off the bed. Now, Mel pulled the two of us to the bed and we all snuggled together atop the warmed mattress.

Mel said to me, "We're going to make love to Joy now. My turn will come later." She turned to Joy and asked her roommate, "Any reservations? Any taboos?"

"Make love to me," Joy responded, holding her arms out to the two of us. "I want both of you."

We both cuddled into her sides, taking turns French kissing with her. I watched as Joy fondled and licked Mel's breasts -- those amazing feats of Nature that so pleased me and now our female lover. Mel moved so Joy could continue and she could touch and stimulate Joy's breasts as well. 

I moved down to the lower parts of Joy's anatomy, using my tongue over the angular parts, such as her where her pelvic bones gracefully accented her flat tummy. I ran my hands all over her lower extremities then zeroed in on her pussy. I slid down the bed and brought my mouth and tongue to Joy's pussy, applying all the skill and talent I had to her wet slit. At the same time, I reached across and ran one hand around Mel's shaved mons, eventually sinking two fingers into her. 

Eventually I moved back up the bed and assumed a push-up position over Joy. I allowed Mel to position my cock at the entrance to Joy's pussy then sank slowly into her snug depths as we both enjoyed that initial wave of pleasure. Mel sucked on Joy's breasts as I pumped into her body and eventually came, filling my condom with an excess of milky fluid.

As Joy cradled me in our after glow, Mel slid down the bed and applied her mouth to Joy's nether region. Joy jerked and writhed in pleasure as the Pixie did 'pixiesque' things to her. While it didn't surprise me, I noted that Mel had produced a long pink vibrator and had started to use it in and around Joy's pussy.

Joy encouraged me to suck on her breasts up until she had another orgasm. She held me tight to her breasts and I could see she'd clenched Mel's head to her pussy to stop any further stimulation. I could hear the battery-operated vibrator running at top speed. Joy let out a huge shuddering sigh of contentment then collapsed back onto the bed from the tension she'd held through her climax.

As we pulled apart, Joy's voice praised the two of us; "That was amazing. I didn't know the human body could be pleasured so much -- in so many ways. I already want to sign up for future episodes of this program." We chuckled at her pleasure.

I shifted position and went to the bathroom for a moment to dispose of my condom. When I came back I pulled Mel up the bed so she was beside Joy and me. We both cuddled Joy for a few moments then I went down on Mel. I think I do have a talented tongue, at least based on the feedback from my two lovers. I brought Mel to a small orgasm as I licked her clit and curled my fingers inside her body to stroke her G-spot.

As I focused on Mel, Joy repositioned herself on the bed until she could suck on my cock. "Yummmm," she said. "I can taste my juices on you." She enthusiastically started to suck on my rod, creating the excited from the unexcited in minutes. 

Finally, Joy declared, "You're ready. Love Mel."

Not one to ignore clear instructions, I moved until Joy directed my steel rod into Mel's beautiful pulpit. As I'd done with Joy a short time earlier, I sank into the Pixie's velvet tunnel, again feeling that wonderful sensation of love and wonderment sweep over me as I bottomed out in her nest. We both moaned in honor of the moment.

As I started to oscillate in and out of Mel, I thought how glorious this situation was. Here I was with two women that loved me, each of them soul mates on my soul mate scale. We had not only a physical relationship, bust also we shared an intimacy that few achieve in even one relationship.

Joy shifted so she could suck on first one and then the other of the Pixie's pert breasts. The Pixie made a lot of noise in response to the double stimuli and then she started coming. I knew the road we were on but felt no need to get off, so I kept pounding into Mel's body in spite of her orgasms. Mel groaned, moaned, writhed, squirmed and thrashed about in response to our ministrations to her body.

Finally, I came again, completely filling another rubber. The visual stimulation of two nude and available female bodies as I fucked one of them became too much, too soon, and I blasted a load of cum into Mel. 

The three of us lay there for a while. Joy pulled the covers back over us all and we enjoyed the warmth we'd generated as well as the additional heat from the electric blanket. 

I eventually slithered out of Mel, sliding the condom off of me, knotting it and dropping it to the floor to dispose of later. Mel said, "I think we could dispose with those for the time being. We're all safe - in every way, I mean. None of us are having unprotected sex outside our threesome and we're on the pill."

I nodded and smiled appreciatively at the invitation to go bareback. Joy laughed and said, "This is the only place I've had sex -- with you guys. I so enjoy this. Someday I'll experiment like you suggested, Mel, but for now this is very comfortable. You guys are amazing."

As Joy's statement registered, I noticed that I accepted it without the angst I'd felt weeks earlier when Mel had indicated she planned to have other relationships. It wasn't that I loved her less or anything like that, the fact was I'd gotten used to the idea of each of us having the freedom to explore other relationships as well as the one's we'd forged together.

To emphasize her point about experimenting with things sexual, Joy proceeded to go down on Mel, working her over rather intensely and even roughly -- something the Pixie seemed to enjoy. Mel came in a spectacular Sapphic orgasm a few minutes later much to the pleasure of Joy who looked so pleased with herself and the feelings she'd induced for the first time in her roommate -- at least I think it was the first time.

We cooed and talked about the wonder of our sexuality and the warm emotions of love and affection it inspired in us for one another. 

Eventually, we slipped on some clothes and together made some beef stroganoff and an Italian salad for dinner. Since we did it from scratch, it tasted so much better than the usual dose of junk food that we'd been used to. I opened a nice bottle of wine we'd brought too. Soon the three of us sat down together to our first 'real' meal together as Joy put it. We toasted each other and our threesome, ate and then went back to bed and made love.

*

I reflect back on our first threesome weekend with amazement. There were a lot of lessons that we learned from each other and we even talked quite explicitly about each of them as they occurred to us.

First, we were each surprised that we could love two other people. Even Mel, the instigator of the various pairings in our threesome, seemed amazed. Prior to our union, her philosophy has been theoretical; we made it practical. As she told us one day, "We've each been brainwashed by society or the church that heterogeneous exclusive monogamy is the only 'right' way. Yet, here we are feeling all these wonderful feelings about each other people and in turn basking in that love. I feel twice as loved as I do with just one of you." The fact that there was Sapphic pairing seemed to add spice to the equation.

Second, while lust certainly entered into our relationship, the more time we spent together the broader and deeper the basis of our relationship became. Sex became only one way we had for pleasing each other. We went to concerts, movies and plays together. 

I, for one, found myself fascinated with the different ways both Joy and Mel approached their education, thought about problems, and came up with solutions to the daily issues they had to deal with. They likewise seemed infatuated with how I thought. We often learned from each other. We were changing and adapting to each other as well as feeling individual personal growth.

The three of us also seemed to operate on a different plane from so many of our classmates. Soon, we found ourselves having much richer discussions about such mundane subjects as the purpose of life, spirituality, eastern thinking, particularly the Tao; and even Tantric sex. The latter led us in some interesting directions. Our classmates, on the other hand, seemed more focused on the next great party or who was going out with whom.

Third, not one of the three of us entertained any feelings of jealousy or uncertainty about the direction we chose. We were all secure in who we each were and willingly gave to each other without judgment or expectations. We may not have started that way, particularly in Joy's case, but as each week passed we each became more our own person.

We each had a genuine sense of gratitude for what we received from the others, and our feeling of love for each other wished only that the others feel love, not that we exerted any degree of control over them. Even when Mel went out with some other guy, as she seemed to need to do every now and then, neither Joy nor I wished anything for her other than a happy and satisfying date; she always went with our positive support.




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 02



Joy went through a real transformation over the months before summer break. Each new day she became more self assured and confident, losing the shyness and avoidance of interactions that she'd initially had when she arrived at school. Now she reached out to others in helpful and gregarious ways. Going with those changes were changes to her looks; she became more style conscious, got contact lenses and lost the nerdy eye glasses, and, with Mel's help, transformed into a real stunner. Before our eyes, Joy became sexy.

Fourth, Joy taught us about the Law of Attraction; basically, that what we think -- both consciously and unconsciously -- creates our reality. If you believe you can do, be, think or have something in a positive way, you can achieve it. As she put it one day, "Know what you want; ask the Universe for it; feel and behave as if the object of your desire is on its way; and be open to receive it." 

Armed with this new philosophy we each seemed to attract an entire new life for ourselves. Friends and even family opened their arms to our unusual relationship. I thought my parents would freak out to find I was in love with two pretty women. Instead, both my Mom and Dad received the news calmly and with interest, urging me to bring both young women home on our next holiday.

Joy's parents weren't as accepting as mine were, loading her up with warnings about broken hearts and our lack of exclusivity in our relationship. By then, Joy had achieved a level of self confidence that enabled her to hear but not react negatively to their comments other than to assure her parents that right now, this was what she wanted. I think they were actually amazed about how she stood up for herself and how assertive she'd become. After that, they gradually warmed up to a moderate level of acceptance.

Mel confided that her parents had no problem with our relationship. Indeed, it was from them that she'd developed her open relationship philosophy that seemed to empower our threesome. Her parents had insisted that she examine and challenge each societal or religious rule and more, deciding for herself how she would deal with it. Thus, over time she came to realize that more interesting and trusting relationships could be built without ownership, exclusivity, or jealousy. 

Word of our unusual relationship slowly spread around parts of the campus too. We didn't broadcast it but we didn't hide it either. Friends at school and even my fraternity brothers that initially raised an eyebrow and made crude sexual comments about our threesome soon became staunch supporters and even defenders of our life style, in several instances even going so far as to educate themselves about polyamorous relationships.

Both Joy and Mel reported that many of the women in the dorm sought them out not only for dating advice, but also for counsel on establishing their own multi-faceted relationships. Both thought it peculiar that even upper-class-women sought their advice. In part due to these requests for advice, both of them started to read widely about building and sustaining good relationships. In turn, I started to read some of their books and articles. Thus, all of us became much better informed about relationships including our own, and how to make them run more smoothly.

Other students and even some faculty, often people that wouldn't have given me the time of day, started to talk openly and freely with me about themselves and open themselves to friendship -- something I'd wished for since I'd started at the huge and impersonal university. Joy said it was because I was giving off vibes of friendship now whereas before I'd been emitting messages about my lack of friends -- so that's what I attracted.

We used the Law of Attraction on our academic pursuits too. Certainly all our grades improved, as we got deeper into the second semester that year. Somehow it seemed like we each put in fewer hours and got more results academically by focusing our efforts. 

Partway into the semester I moved into an off-campus apartment from the fraternity house. It was quieter and gave the three of us space to just "be". Joy and Mel had to be back in the dorm each weeknight, yet we used that fact positively to focus how we spent our time together. 

During those months we could feel our sexual energy expand. Our libidos certainly drove a lot of our behavior. Often the only time we weren't having sex of some kind was when we'd just finished and needed a recovery period. 

Towards the end of the semester I started to think about two things: what would happen to our threesome over the summer and how I'd earn some money for the following school year.

I'd turned twenty-one the previous semester and didn't really want to move back home, even for the summer even though it was only an hour's drive from campus. I felt I needed to stake out my own independence regardless of what Mel and Joy did for the summer.

My search for a summer job started and ended right outside my new apartment door. The complex of apartments that I'd moved into in March wanted to hire a handyman and painter for the summer to renovate as many of the empty units and they could. I thought myself competent with tools and certainly with a paintbrush and roller, so I applied for and got the job. Besides free rent for the months I worked at least 80 hours, I got a decent wage and could set my own hours.

Mel and Joy both turned nineteen during the spring semester. We had a small party for Joy's birthday and after everyone left, Mel and I turned her every which way but loose. As I pummeled her pussy one more time, Joy screamed for mercy, however, we both knew she really wanted more, more, more, and both Mel and I gave it to her. 

Joy loved sex -- and thus fit in rather nicely with the two of her over-sexed friends. We had the same passion and we loved her dearly. One day as we all lay panting after a particularly arduous love making session, she asked me, "Could I stay and work with you over the summer? That is, if Mel wouldn't mind." She looked tentatively at Mel for approval or disapproval.

"Talk out loud," I reminded my partners. "No secrets." I turned to Mel and added, "I have the same concern Joy does if she stays."

Joy turned to Mel and spoke, "I love both of you, however, I'm worried that you, Mel, will feel jealous of me if I stay with Doug over the summer and you don't. I don't want to displease you. If you say it worries you, I'll head home and find a summer job around Cleveland and hope we can all re-connect in late August."

Mel rolled across my body to Joy, pulling her up into an embrace and kiss. She said, "Thank you for your concern, but I think it would be so sweet for the two of you to stay together for the summer. And, no, I won't be jealous that the two of you are together, only sorry that I'm not here with the two of you. I've got a wedding and a bunch of family things I'm expected to do until the end of July then I might be able to come back and join you guys."

I added my two cents, "You're sure. The last thing either of want to do is jeopardize our relationship with you by seeming to be exclusive with one another. We are a threesome and we are incomplete without you."

Mel nodded and thought for a minute. We both gave her time to form her idea. Mel then spoke, "This apartment is small; it's really for only one person or two in a crunch. What if we all moved in together for next year? Doug, you could get us a larger unit here in the complex and we could all share the rent. Joy, could you swing that?"

Joy and I were suddenly both smiles. "YES," came from our mouths simultaneously. Joy added that she'd have to win over her parents to the idea of all of us living together, not only over the summer near the University but also of living with the two of us over the coming year. She needed their economic support.

I added, "I'll make sure to get an apartment with three bedrooms in it. We can use the space anyway, if not for bedrooms then for dressing rooms or study rooms."

We were all smiles then I had a sudden thought. "Mel," I asked, "What about your promise to yourself that you'd stay unencumbered and date wildly until at least your junior year?" I couldn't believe that Mel was suddenly started to mellow and become 'establishment'.

Mel smiled and said, "Well, nothing's changed -- at least for now. There are some friends I want to see over the summer. No expectations and no guarantees, right? In the meantime, I've never felt more loved or included anywhere in my life as with you both, and at the risk of regrets later, I'm not going to throw this beautiful time in my life away and live alone because of some silly statement I made a few months ago. I want it all; I want all the options, all the possibilities. I want to do it all."

She thought for a moment and added, "There's more to our relationship that just the sex and our love for each other -- although either would be enough to get me to stay. I feel I am growing so rapidly with the two of you as my mentors and I don't want to give that up. Every day you help me move out of my comfort zone and then I expand how I think to that new real estate and I'm a better and more rounded person because of it. I hope I do the same for you guys."

I affirmed, "Mel, you do. You're our risk taker, although you sometimes don't see yourself that way. Don't you see, it's usually you who takes us all out of our comfort zones." Joy nodded in agreement.

Mel said, "Then I'm going to rush through all my family functions and be back here as fast as I can. Keep a spot for me in your bed. And, don't forget you can always come and visit me outside Boston."

We all laughed. I couldn't image being without her for almost eight weeks. I resolved that maybe Joy and I could drive up to New England and see her midway through her time away. Mel told us she'd see if that could fit into the rest of what her family had planned for her.

*

Joy coupled an annoying habit with another more pleasing habit that drove me crazy and deeper in love with her. She liked to wake up early whereas I'm a night person. She also liked to give me blowjobs.

Thus, on a lovely June morning, Joy awoke me early to a wonderful session of fellatio. Before she could 'finish', however, I flipped her over and buried my hardened shaft into her velvet vagina amidst her screams for mercy and laughter. As we kissed and thrust into each other, I wondered how I could love someone so much and just not explode into tiny little pieces. 

We'd become lovers adept at providing each other the right stimulation and the right words to bring each other to climax. That morning proved to be no exception; we both came together, our backs arched as our groins pushed together to maximize my penetration and delivery of seed near her womb.

Exams had ended the week before. We'd had a teary goodbye before we put Mel on an airplane for Boston. Sensitive to Mel's old vocalizations about wanting to play the field before she settled down, both Joy and I had urged her to date and see many others while she was back home. Of course, we both crossed our fingers and said a little prayer that she'd come back to us relatively unchanged. We both talked about setting butterflies free to fly on the drive home from the airport.

I had thought I'd revert to being a 'monogamist' after I'd been left with just Joy. I didn't. I loved Joy yet still missed Mel. Further, I felt no guilt over my lack of exclusivity.

Jim, the Property Manager or PM for the apartment complex had no problem with me expanding my one-man workforce with Joy or later in the summer Mel. Thus, after that early morning fuck, we showered and went to work on the unit that would ultimately become the one we'd rent for the following years. The second floor unit had three bedrooms, looked out through some pretty trees over the nice pool and common patio area, but needed some serious renovations including new plumbing fixtures.

I made a list of the major appliances we'd need to replace and with Joy's help estimated the paint we'd need. Joy majored in art and so made some decorating and color recommendations the PM seemed to like. He gave us a budget and a credit card and off we headed to Home Depot.

I learned a lot about plumbing that first week, mostly through trial and error. Joy also learned that I had a colorful vocabulary that could have been the envy of many Irish seamen. That first week I made two trips a day to Home Depot, mostly to buy little things that I'd screwed up in my education process either the day before or that morning. At least I felt I was learning something.

Joy helped me when we had a two-man task but usually painted as I did plumbing and replaced rotted wallboard behind the shower. The latter project ended with my taking all the wallboard in the master bathroom off and starting anew with what I learned should have used in the first place -- blue board. I then learned all about taping joints, joint compound, sanding wallboard, making square corners, tiling and grout. In the end it all turned out well and I repeated the process in a third the time in the other bathroom and part of the kitchen.

The property manager came around every couple of days and checked on our work. In hindsight, I realize how tolerant Jim was those first few weeks of my blunders and how they contributed to my handyman education. He offered helpful suggestions and never uttered a harsh word. 

Joy did better for our team. Her painting was meticulous and her selection of colors, including contrasting walls in the same room, pleased the PM a great deal. She received considerable praise from him and I took pleasure in watching her glow with pride at his praise. I found her work pleasing; I thought, why shouldn't he. All that, plus I liked working with her, although our projects were often in different rooms so we didn't interfere with each other.

Some days we put in twelve hours straight, working seven to seven, and the first few weeks we also put in six- or seven-day weeks. The money rolled in and we completed the new apartment in two weeks and moved in with our Spartan supply of furniture. 

The next apartment we renovated was the one I'd originally rented and that we'd just vacated. That unit was in better shape and only took a couple of days to fix up and repaint. Then we started another, and another, and another. Jim praised our work and one-day offered me the job of onsite maintenance and management after the school year restarted. I accepted.

Nights, Joy and I would go out to dinner somewhere, maybe see a movie, and then fall in bed exhausted, but not before quietly and romantically making love. Our sex drives still seemed to be matched and we both enjoyed daily sex play -- usually twice a day.

In spite of our working and hard and robust sex life, we still missed Mel. We talked to the Pixie just about every day, but the conversations were hollow and a poor substitute for being together. 

Mel talked us into trying phone sex one evening. While Joy and I fucked and were vocal about it, Mel masturbated with a vibrator and told us what she was doing. In the end we decided the call made us more frustrated to be with each other than the stimulation it provided.

The end of June, Joy had a family wedding to attend. She urged me to take the weekend off too and fly to Boston to be with Mel. I agreed and the last Thursday of the month Joy dropped me off at the airport as she started her drive home to a suburb of Cleveland.

*

Three hours later, as I came through airport security at Boston's Logan Airport, a small, bright yellow blur rushed through the airport and hurled herself into my arms, wrapping her lithe legs around my body as she screamed with happiness and extracted kiss after kiss from my willing mouth. 

"Oh fuck, I've missed you so much," Mel practically shouted into my ear as the onslaught of arriving passengers looked at our rather overt public display of affection. Affection? Hell without a little restraint Mel might have raped me right there outside airport security.

Finally, the Pixie peeled herself from my body but latched onto my arm and clung for dear life as we walked towards the exit to the parking garage. She chattered about how glad she was to see me, how coming back to Boston was such a mistake when she loved Joy and me so much, and how all she could think about was being back with us at the end of July. 

We fucked in the parking garage at the airport. Mel had parked her car as far away from the walkway as she could, in a remote corner on a nearly empty garage level. She pulled me into the back seat, but not before she'd stripped off the cutoffs she'd been wearing and yanked her tube top above her gorgeous breasts. Now I remembered why I'd made this trip.

We dispensed with foreplay. Mel pulled my cock from my pants and inhaled my rod, sucking mightily until I achieved the required hardness. This act took thirty seconds. Mel then straddled me and sank her warm pussy down my shaft, mewing in the process. I confess, the act felt wonderful to me too and I'd even made love that morning with Joy.

As the Pixie knelt and started to ride my cock, her breasts were right in my face. I leaned into her chest and tongued then sucked on one breast then the other, bringing her nipples to a highly aroused state. Mel kept moaning and telling me I hit all the right spots and sucked just the way she loved me too. 

Our oscillations became almost violent. I sped my upward thrusts into her small body as she drove downward into mine. I knew we'd both feel muscle pain afterwards but who cared. 

Finally, I uttered my warning to her. She nodded her head aggressively in response and moaned that she was near too. Thirty seconds after that we exploded together, my jism jetting in shot after shot deep into her body. Mel shrieked and we heard the cry actually echo back through the concrete parking garage. 

Mel would have collapsed on my chest except the narrow confines of the backseat prevented too much cuddling or after play. Instead, she showered me with kisses as I returned the favor. 

"Oh, God I love you so," she exclaimed.

"Part of that came from Joy," I smiled up at her between passionate kisses.

"I know. She called me this afternoon after she'd dropped you at the airport and urged me to fuck your brains out all weekend."

"Will that be possible given that your parents are around?" I asked, skirting an issue we hadn't talked about much.

"I think they'll be pretty cool about our being together," Mel told me. "I told them we'd be sleeping together. I got some raised eyebrows but acceptance. They know we've had a very active sex life together, at least my Mom knows. I told her all about 'us' including how the three of us make love together. She asked a lot of good questions. My Dad thinks its too much information. Let's clean up and I'll tell you more about our conversations and we drive home."

Mel produced a box of Kleenex and we cleaned up from the sexual mess we'd made. I'd not only produced a prolific amount of man juice for Mel, but also noticed we both carried the strong aroma of our quick fuck. I told her I hoped her parents wouldn't notice. Mel waved her arms around inside the car as we redressed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering what purpose the arm flapping was having.

"I'm spreading pixie dust around to cover up the odor of sex. It'll all be gone by the time we have dinner and get back to the house."

I rolled my eyes again yet thought how creative and loving the Pixie had become.

We stopped at Hooters for dinner on the way back to Mel's home. It seemed ironic that the restaurant chain specializes in having good looking, busty waitresses, and here was Mel attracting all the attention as we walked through the place to our seats. 




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 02



I managed to clean up a little more in the men's room, although I was sure I needed a shower. Mel didn't seem to mind, however, I wanted to make a good impression on her parents again. The last time I'd seen them had been the previous Christmas holiday. 

About an hour later, Mel led me into the house. Her parents came into the kitchen to welcome us and I politely greeted them. My heart sank when I saw her Dad sniff the air, as though some unusual odor had permeated his nostrils. I tried to ignore his action. Mel announced she was taking me to "our bedroom" so I again picked up my large duffle bag and let her lead the way.

"Mel," I whispered. "You've got to wash up. You smell like a sex factory."

"I am a sex factory," she said as she again pushed her body against mine and looked up into my eyes begging for a kiss.

"But ... your Dad ... I think he smelled you, or me, or both of us."

She looked at me kind of funny, shrugged then sighed and went off to the guest bathroom. I heard the water running. I made a quick change of underwear madly sniffing my own briefs to see if I'd been the offending party. I waited for Mel to finish then we went back downstairs. We talked to her parents a bit then curled up in front of the TV and talked about the work Joy and I were doing. I went into a lot more detail than our phone calls.

Mel's parents came in and bid us goodnight about ten o'clock. We listened to them trudge up the stairs. Before their last foot hit the top floor, Mel was foraging in my pants for my cock again.

"Mel!" I exclaimed in an excited whisper, "What if they come back down?"

"They won't. They never do. Now lie back. I am going to fuck your brains out right here, right now. I'm also going to excite your libido a little with something I did last week."

Mel knelt on the sofa next to me and sucked on my cock as she moved her hand up and down the increasingly rigid shaft. In part because of her small size, I found I could reach her love nest and slip a finger or two under her cutoffs and rub her clit. Mel's back end squirmed in pleasure as she fellated me.

I half turned towards her so I could use my other hand to pull up her tube top, exposing her beautiful breasts. 

"Come and let me suck on these," I suggested to Mel.

Mel stopped working on me and stood, pulled off her shorts, thong and top in record time. I'm the kind of guy that can take a hint; I lost my clothes only seconds behind her. Before Mel could resume her attention to me, I pushed her back on the sofa and dropped to the floor in front of her, putting her legs over my shoulders. 

I availed Mel of my award-winning tongue and coupled in some creative use of fingers and nose as well. Mel soon started purring and making soft mewling and growling sounds in response to my attention to her mons, clitoris and vagina. As I assaulted her G-spot with two fingers, she put her head back and orgasmed, slamming her legs together around my head and hand as she climaxed. I worried momentarily that my head would burst like a giant pimple, but then she eased up and my tension past. 

"Oh, Wow!" Mel whispered to me. "You can do THAT to me anytime; anytime at all and anywhere too."

"Maybe I will. Now what do you have to tell me that is supposed to excite me?" I pushed three fingers into her sopping pussy and twisted my hand, almost fisting her pussy in the process. The Pixie writhed beneath my fingering of her vagina and sighed.

"Well, you know I'm very proud that I'm in this relationship with Joy and you?"

I nodded in agreement as Mel rose and faced me on the sofa. She straddled me and very slowly forced her pussy down the entire length of my shaft in one smooth move. When she was fully impaled she continued, "So I've shared that fact with a few of my friends here when they've asked about boyfriends and how I'm doing and so on. In response, they've always asked more questions and often made some frank admissions to wanting to be in their own threesome."

"Yeah," I said slowly wondering where Mel was taking our conversation and what she'd done. I pumped up into her body, feeling my cock swell from the physical stimulation as well as the possibilities of where she might take our conversation.

"Soooooooooo," Mel went on as she slowly raised and lowered her body above mine, her large, taut breasts swaying with every motion, "I helped fulfill the threesome wish of one of my best friends last Saturday. I had sex with her and her boyfriend. You'll meet them tomorrow. She's sexy and he's a hunk -- like you are."

I fought back a sudden and unexpected wave of possessiveness by remembering that I'd been fucking Joy on Saturday night. After that negative emotion left, I said to Mel, "So did they like fucking a Pixie? Tell me what you did? How you felt?" I gave a couple of extra thrusts up into Mel's pussy. She was correct; the thought of her with another couple gave my libido a boost.

Mel began, "Well, my friends Dan and Katie from high school are home for the summer too. They're both going to U. Mass out in Amherst. Anyway, they've been an event since as long as I can remember. So when they found out I was home they stopped in. One thing led to another and soon they had me describing my relationship with you and Joy -- in detail."

I reached down with my thumb and started to massage the Pixie Clit as I called it. The Pixie slowed her vertical oscillations and closed her eyes with a look of ecstasy so she could enjoy the stimulation. For a few moments her recounting stopped. 

Somewhat hesitantly Mel began again as some wave of pleasure finally passed through her; "Anyway, while we were talking Katie confessed she'd always wanted to try a ménage a trois. I thought Dan's head would fall off of his body; he reacted so fast to her comment. 

"I'd been describing how I equally loved both you and Joy, so I leaned over and kissed Katie. I didn't just give her a peck on the cheek; I really laid one on her -- soft, wet lips and then some tongue. Soon the two of us were in each other's arms really going at it."

I asked, "Where were you doing all this? Here?"

"Right on this very sofa a week ago and then again a couple of nights after that," Mel replied with a lewd grin. She wiggled her pussy over my cock indicating she had some fond memories of the two nights. "It was late and my parents had gone to bed. So I pulled Katie's t-shirt off and sucked on her breasts then had her do the same to me."

"And Dan?" I asked.

"When my top came off I thought he'd cum in his pants. He moaned so loud I had to tell him to keep quiet or else he'd wake my parents. Anyway, I pulled him to my chest and he sucked on one breast while Katie sucked on the other. We were all panting pretty hard."

Mel went on, "Katie finally whispered to Dan, 'Let's fuck her and let her fuck us.' That's all it took. We were naked in seconds and Dan had his shaft buried in my pussy as Katie licked my clit. I came in seconds but Dan had more staying power, I guess because I made him wear a condom. Anyway, we kept changing positions. Finally, I was eating Katie as Dan fucked me from behind. Katie came and that made Dan cum, and so I came too."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Very hot. What happened next?"

Mel ground her cunt into me and said, "We waited a half hour and then did it all again then two nights later on Tuesday we got together again at Katie's house. Her parents went away until next weekend."

"And you liked this?" I asked with a smirk.

"Oh, I better than liked it. I loved it." She pulled almost all the way off of my shaft so we could both look where we were joined and see the edge of my mushroom-capped cock. Mel then pushed all the way onto me in one smooth move again. 

She went on, "Of course it reminded me that I really want to be with you and Joy. I miss you both. And just thinking of our relationship -- and our sexy times -- well, it makes me want to cum ... and, in fact, I'm cuming ... right ... now."

As the Pixie's speech patterns slowed down, she not only ground her pussy into my cock, she started to oscillate her hips forward and aft, forcing my cock up and down against her G-spot. Of course, this movement also brought me right up to the brink of my own orgasm ... and then beyond.

I jetted a gallon of cum from my throbbing balls up into the Pixie's cunt. Our breathing stopped and both our backs arched as my milky man-juice surged into her body. Mel fell atop me, her breasts crushed into my chest; her rigid nipples pushed into my skin in a way that excited beyond description.

I uttered a stream of love and sexual epithets; "Oh fuck. Mel you are so loved. I never tire of fucking you over and over again. My God, I love sex with you. I love you. I love sex."

We kissed all over each other for a few minutes, as we remained coupled. Mel then said, "Well, I'm glad for your last comment -- that you love sex - because tomorrow night we're going to have a very sexual time with Dan and Katie."

In my state of after glow it took a moment for the thought to sink into the rational part of my brain. Finally I said, "Huh?" I pulled back slightly so I could look at Mel in the dim light.

"The four of us are going to Katie's house and we're going to have an orgy," Mel exclaimed. "You're going to fuck all the women and so is Dan, and we're going to fuck you back."

To be continued.



Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 03



This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment.

*

I felt extremely comfortable waking up naked with the Pixie cradled in my arms. Sunlight streamed in the window of her bedroom. She was still asleep. I kissed her tousled hair and pulled her closer to me. My God she had an exciting body, yet so did Joy my other love interest. They were significantly different but each excited and aroused in their own way and I loved them both dearly and without bias.

I gently slid from around Mel and lowered myself down her body. I draped one of her sexy legs over my shoulder and lightly ran my tongue around the outside of her mons. I could watch her autonomic responses as various muscle groups automatically relaxed or engaged. 

I lightly flicked the very tip of her clitoris. An almost inaudible moan came from the Pixie. I licked her entire slit, still moist with the juices from our intercourse the night before and again in the middle of the night. I didn't care. She tasted divine and I wanted her again and again.

I focused on her clit, trying to suck on the little stub just the way she could suck on my cock, only in miniature. I noted that I sported a significant hard-on by this time. As I sucked I watched Mel's eyes flutter open. 

"Oh, Doug, I'll give you all morning to stop that. Hell, all day!" The initially sleepy voice gave way to one more impassioned as she spoke.

I nodded and thrust some fingers into her as I continued to eat her. She spoke again, "Oh, you are going to make Katie so happy to meet you tonight. Dan is nowhere near as adept as you are at eating pussy -- or even just making love. She confided in me that she hopes he'll learn something from the two of us. I might add that you'll love her taste. She's divine. Plus she's right, he needs some tutoring in lovemaking."

I came up over Mel and sank my rod into her tunnel. We worked at our lovemaking only briefly before we both came. 

"So what's your plan for today," I asked a few minutes later as I held Mel in a loving embrace. 

"Completely open," she said. "Except I'd like to keep fucking you every opportunity I get."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I replied. After a pause I suggested, "Between main events I'd like to see Rockport and Gloucester if we have time and take some pictures; you know, do touristy things for a couple of hours. I'd also like to go to some big and relatively new apartment complexes and take a look at some of their units. I want to get some ideas for work."

"Both easily arranged," Mel answered as she ran her fingers through my chest hair. "You know you are so manly." She kissed me. "And we should take a shower -- together."

"What will your parents think," I asked, ignoring the obvious -- the fact that we'd been sleeping together all night long. I wondered if I'd have the tolerance her parents did if my daughter showed up with a boyfriend and proceeded to sleep with him.

Mel pondered my question and answered, "That we're in love and horny, or is it horny and in love. Doesn't matter; same end result. Come on."

*

I felt a little sheepish when the two of us finally descended and meandered into the kitchen. Both of Mel's parents were there enjoying coffee and reading the newspaper before they headed off to work.

Mel's Mom spoke first, "Good morning you sleepy heads. I hope you both slept well."

"Good morning," came from her Dad. He shot me a glance that assured me he knew I had violated his daughter at least once sometime during the night. Then again, maybe I just felt guilty.

I mumbled something about sleeping just fine. Unseen, Mel jabbed me in the ribs as she told her parents what our plans for the day were. 

"Doug wants to see Rockport and Gloucester, so I thought we'd borrow a car, if that's all right, and go and have lunch there. He wants to take some photos. Then he wants to see some modern apartments similar to the one where we live in Columbus. I told you he's working this summer doing renovations to some of the units, and he wants ideas. He's also going to be the on-premises guy for maintenance once school starts."

Mel's parents talked briefly about how they could arrange their commute so we had a car at our disposal. That problem solved, Mel's Dad engaged me in a discussion about my handyman skills. Soon the two of us were laughing about my inexperience and some of the creative plumbing I'd done the first week. I relaxed a little and the obvious fact that I'd been fucking his daughter seemed to fade from our thoughts.

The day was pristine and perfect for photography. Of course, Mel ended up in most of my photographs. I seemed to have a fixation. We both called Joy while we sat outside at a little bistro but she couldn't talk too long as she was in the midst of preparing for the afternoon wedding she was in. We did telephone kisses and the afternoon returned to just the two of us. 

Mel later drove us into Wakefield and Reading and we found two large and new apartment complexes to look at. We pretended like we were imminent renters and went through units of various sizes and floor layouts. I got some wonderful ideas for expanding the available space in some of the units by knocking out full walls and using half-walls or counters as room dividers. I didn't think much of the colors in any of the units we saw; most were all plain white and thus boring. I told Mel about what Joy was doing with color wheels and contrasting walls in the same room. She couldn't wait to see everything.

We got back to Mel's house about five o'clock. Her parents arrived moments later from their nearby jobs. The four of us sat down together and I showed them the hundred or so photos I'd taken that day, including the pictures in the apartments and my ideas for renovations where I was working.

Inside my hormones were raging for a number of reasons. Periodically, when her parents weren't watching or had left the room, Mel plastered her lithe body against mine and laid kiss after hot kiss on me. Further, she reminded me often of how fucking hot her friend Katie was and how I would really enjoy grinding my beef stick -- as she took to calling it that afternoon -- into her nubile body. Occasionally, she would describe how hot I would feel watching Dan's cock surging in and out of her pussy. The way she talked aroused me and I struggled with hiding my hard-on when her parents would reappear.

I told Mel she was raising expectations that Katie wouldn't meet and that I was sure to be disappointed. Further I assured her that no one could measure up to her in so many ways. Mel made me get specific and itemize as many ways that I could. I ran out of praise for the Pixie's many virtues and positive attributes after about five minutes of rapid talking. My God, I'm a good bullshit artist! We both laughed over some of my exaggerated compliments.

As we sat talking to her parents about my carpentry work and Joy's painting, I found that every other second I courted a sexual thought. I wondered that I could even function I was so in heat. I knew what they meant when they say a guy thinks with his dick.

I wondered about my mention of Joy's name, however, they seemed to accept the mention as though it was natural that I shared the same friends as Mel. Her Mom even asked about Joy's use of contrasting colors when I mentioned it. One result was that I promised to e-mail pictures of our new apartment.

Mel's Dad asked me, "What will you and Joy do if Mel doesn't like the new apartment?" It was a question asked with true curiosity yet perhaps a sense of jest. I saw all sorts of land mines in how I answered that question; my brain came to screeching halt and I'm sure I exhibited that deer in the headlight look.

I took the question seriously and my reply seemed to prove something to the three of them sitting there. I told them, "If Mel doesn't like it, the three of us will find something we all like and that's where we'll live." 

My knees sort of knocked together. There it was out in the open -- the fact that three of us would live together. All sorts of implications followed from my statement.

The Pixie beamed one of her most radiant smiles at me. She said to her Dad, "That's how we think, because we love each other. But I know that Joy and Doug picked the apartment thinking of how they loved me and so I know I'll really like it."

My knees clanged together even more loudly. The Pixie had put the icing on the cake. Now it was on the table that we not only lived together but that we all loved each other. I knew that both her parents appreciated all the implications of Mel's use of the word "Love".

Her Dad nodded with a sense of finality. Her Mom actually had a tear in her eye. She reached forward and squeezed both our hands and said, "You guys are so nice together -- all of you. Bring Joy the next time you come visit. You can even have the big bed in our room; we'll use the guest room."

I couldn't believe my ears or the implications of all that had just transpired. Mel's Mom had actually said, "We bless your threesome."

I think I stammered out something like, "Oh, sure," and then the conversation migrated back to fixing up apartments and condos as a fulltime business and whether work like that could be viable in a shaky real estate market.

We excused ourselves from dinner with her parents as Mel had made it known that we were 'double dating' with Dan and Katie. No details were provided except that we might 'crash over at Katie's place' if we got too tired after watching four or five movies. I detected a certainty in my not returning to Mel's house that night.

*

Katie was a vision of heavenly loveliness -- a mix of the girl next door and seductress. Mel's friend had almost red hair in pageboy haircut complete with big bangs that came down to her eyebrows. Her face was round with a small mouth that held sparkling white teeth that she kept flashing in a beautiful smile. Her blue eyes were offset by a bevy of freckles across her cheeks and up-turned nose that tilted the balance of opinion towards a hometown girl. 

What tilted the scale even further in her favor was her near-perfect body. She stood about five-foot-three, was thin and not a person you could call busty by any stretch of the imagination. Nonetheless, she knew how to work with what she had; a scoop-neck blouse plunged perilously low across her braless chest, teasing each person she met, while her midriff showed just a tasteful couple of inches around her hip-hugger jeans. 

Dan stood about five-ten and I pegged him as wrestler; he had that stocky yet muscular stance where his trapezoidal body balanced above narrow hips and muscular legs. He sported dark hair that still showed a trace of hair gel in its styling. Two tattoos graced his forearms: one a star and the other a Gordian knot. He too sported a few freckles on his cheeks and nose, giving him that down home look as well. He was wearing a Dave Matthews Band T-shirt, jeans and well-worn deck shoes.

Dan and Katie greeted us at the door to Katie's house -- actually her parent's home. After introductions were made the four of us headed out to a Tex-Mex restaurant called On The Border in Woburn. We talked and I got to know the new pair as we waited for a table. Dan was a sophomore and Katie a freshman at U. Mass Amherst about 90 miles west of Boston. Dan had chosen engineering and she computer technology as majors. 

As we talked I kept testing myself to see if I could really be interested in Katie -- sexually. She flirted with me in a dozen small ways, almost reading my mind and subtly offering herself up to me in front of her boyfriend. At our table she insisted on our making contact with our legs under the table. The contact wasn't particularly sexual, just the growing familiarity of our body parts touching. 

Mel flirted with everyone she came in contact with -- male and female. Thus, when I watched her with Dan, I realized she already had him on the hook and was reeling him in, so to speak. I chuckled to myself and smiled seeing how happy she seemed with her long-time friends.

We lingered over dinner, everyone but Mel apparently nervous about where the rest of the evening would take us. I thought it was a foregone conclusion that we'd have sex in some way, at least that was the impression that Mel had given me. As dinner progressed I realized that Dan was the most nervous of the group followed closely by Katie.

I turned to Katie at one point and asked, "Am I to understand we're heading back to your house after dinner?" I tried to make the question neutral and one that she could answer to anyway she wanted.

Katie blushed immediately. "Yes," she whispered as she rubbed her leg against mine. "I'm nervous, and so is Dan, but we want to do this -- to ... to ... to be with you two."

I nodded acceptance of her answer, however, after a pause she went on.

"Dan and I have only ever had sex with each other, well until a week ago with Mel. I know we're both pretty inexperienced and, from Mel, that you guys are expert. We're both hoping to learn ... well, to learn how to love each other better."

I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. "Oh, Katie, I love you already. You're funny. Mel and I are a little more experienced and we do practice a lot. I definitely am not an expert. I learn something new everyday and many times I wonder if I'm nothing but a horny clod."

Katie grinned at my response.

I went on, "Mel gave me a book a few months ago -- the Joy of Sex. I've been an avid student of what the book presents and I've also read several other 'technique' books including the Kuma Sutra and a book about Tantric Sex. If you feel inadequate, you shouldn't. If you want to spice up your sex lives, you've picked one way to do it by what you've apparently signed on for tonight, but there are other ways and other approaches."

She said to me, "Well, anything you can teach us would be great." She paused, turned to the others and asked, "I've finished my drink; shall we go?" 

Heads nodded around the table so we left. The drive home was remarkably quiet. I think each of us thought about the coming evening in our own way. Mel spoke the most on the way home, but often just to comment on some sight we passed by.

Katie's home -- or rather that of her parents -- was a comfortable split-level from the 1950s that had been completely modernized several years before. The lowest floor that was finished contained a large family and media room, as well as a fully stocked bar. Two large modern sofas graced the room together with a mix of tables and chairs of various heights.

Katie led the way to the comfortable room. Dan asked, "Can I get someone a drink? Anything?" His voice betrayed a further tremor of nervousness that hadn't been there over dinner.

"A small glass of Grand Marnier for me, please," I asked. Katie passed and Mel was rummaging in her large purse for something. Dan moved to prepare my liqueur.

"Ah, here they are," Mel finally announced. She held up two DVDs and asked Katie, "Have you guys watched porn together?"

"No, never," Katie replied. "Dan visits some web sites every now and then but I don't frequent them."

"Well, tonight we're all going to learn from some experts as we learn from each other," Mel said. "I found a special in the adult store of these two videos so I bought them. One's called Love Comes Twice and the other is Trial and Error. These are the X-versions, but they've also been released as R-versions. The latter ones won the Sundance Film Festival last year."

Dan came to Mel and examined the pair of DVDs. "I'll put this one in the player. I think it was done first." He went to the TV and DVD player and worked for a moment until the opening titles for Love Comes Twice started to roll across the screen.

I took my liqueur and sat beside Katie. I leaned in a kissed her and she willingly kissed back. Next I took a sip of the strong orange liqueur. Katie watched me as I set the small glass on the coffee table. In a single smooth move I turned to her and embraced her again, this time kissing her and gently forcing my tongue into her mouth. When she appeared to be used to our French kiss, I jetted some of the orange fluid from my mouth into hers.

I felt Katie's body stiffen for an instant then heard a low growl from deep within her. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, forcing me to withdraw and enjoy her assertiveness. After about a minute of our soul kiss we both came up for air.

"Wow!" Katie exclaimed. "That was really sexy. Where'd you learn to do that?"

I shrugged as I ran a finger along her neck; "I think I read it somewhere in a book a couple of years ago."

"Have you done it with Mel or Joy?" she asked.

"No, I don't think the opportunity has come up yet."

"I feel very privileged," Katie whispered as she leaned in a kissed me again. "Will you do it to me again?"

I picked up the glass and took another sip of the strong sweet liquid. Katie was right there waiting for me to assail her lips and mouth and I didn't disappoint. Our French kiss and sharing of fluids lasted well over a minute.

When we broke, Katie said, "You make me feel that everywhere in my body -- especially in my pussy. Did you know it had that effect?"

"I was hoping," I said with a grin as I stroked her neck again.

I glanced over at Mel and Dan. They were making out and I watched as Mel took Dan's hand and planted it firmly against her breasts. Dan took the hint and started to massage her glorious breasts. I felt of surge of excitement go through my body in that instant.

My instincts told me to take my time and to romance Katie. When I turned back to her we kissed some more then I gently took her head and turned her so I could make love to her ears with kisses and my tongue.

As I ran my tongue around her neck and ears, and tugged gently on her lobes, she muttered, "Oh, Doug. You are so turning me on. I can just feel my sexual temperature rising higher than ever. We don't ... no one's ever ... I've never felt so hot." A minute later she said, "I can't believe you're doing this to me. Dan always just wants to get down to business." She sighed with pleasure.

I repressed my urge to jump her pretty bones. I ran my tongue and kisses around the back of her neck, lifting her hair to give me access to what I knew were oft forgotten erogenous zones. Then I took another quick sip of the liquid fire and returned to her lips for another French kiss. This time she moaned her acceptance as she opened to welcome my tongue in her mouth. 

I allowed my kisses to drift down her slim angular neck. She lifted her head skyward so I could have open access. I kissed along the edge of her blouse and across her upper chest, resisting the urge to start unbuttoning right away. 

A small voice whispered near my ear on one of my forays across her chest, "Oh Doug, please stop teasing. Remove my blouse."

The light blouse buttoned up the front with a series of narrowly spaced buttons; I knew she was braless. While I could have probably lifted the seductive fabric over her head in one move, I instead undid only the top two buttons, fumbling on purpose to delay the inevitable. As the small new patch of skin became revealed in her modest cleavage I leaned in and kissed and tongued the area, blowing hot air down into the blouse aimed in the direction of one breast.

I undid another two buttons very slowly and repeated my ploy. Katie moaned and stroked my head. After another two buttons I could easily have pulled the fabric apart and had ready access to her lovely breasts. Instead I kept the fabric together near her centerline and cleavage and confined my kisses and licks to the same area.




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 03



At last the task of undoing the buttons ended. I ran a finger from her neck down to her navel and back up again several times, teasing by moving slightly inside the now open blouse near one breast and then the other. Katie tried to shrug off the top so I let her rush her exposure for me.

Katie's breasts were sweet and luscious. Each consisted of a perfect handful of aroused female flesh topped with a silver dollar size areola and perky nipple. The nipples were erect, an indication that my efforts so far that evening had been pleasing.

Without asking permission, I leaned in and kissed around her right breast in a circle that gradually rose up the mound to her nipple. As I reached the top, I gently sucked the nip into my mouth and raked it with my teeth. 

Katie moaned, "Oh, dear! No one's ever paid this much attention to my breasts. Dan tells me they're too small."

I broke contact just long enough to tell her, "Well, Dan is very, very, very wrong."

I repeated the process on her left breast and then eased her back on the sofa so I could kiss down her flat stomach and run my tongue along her belt line. Of course, I returned periodically to her breasts and now my hands started to bring us both pleasure, as I kneaded her orbs and stroked her upper body. She kept sighing with obvious happiness at what I was doing.

Katie pulled me up into a kiss and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I didn't argue or delay the process. Soon she pushed my shirt off my body and cast it aside. 

"Katie, do to me what I've been doing to you."

She gave me a questioning look then started to kiss my neck and tongue my chest. Her motions appeared somewhat mechanical.

"Relax, Katie. Don't force it on yourself. Your tongue is a sense organ, just like your fingers. Use it so that it brings pleasure to you. If it feels good to you, it will feel good to whomever you're doing it to, the same with your kisses and your touch. Use all your senses -- your tools to bring pleasure to your lover as well as yourself."

Her delicate tongue lightened in its touch on my body, not quite tickling but not the heavy, inexperienced licks she delivered a moment earlier. As she tongued my nipples, one of her delicate hands found my ears and her slender fingers ran around inside in a sensuous way. I felt my cock surge in reaction to the two sensations.

Katie fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper, clearly eager to unveil another part of the night's entertainment. I let her get all the clasps and zippers undone, and then shifted so I could take the attention back to her.

I undid Katie's jeans and then slid off the sofa in front of her so I could pull them from her lithe body. She rose slightly and I pulled them down her legs, revealing a small thong covering her pussy.

After disposing of the jeans I took one leg and licked and nibbled my way from her ankle up to her knee and then to her thigh, turning about six inches from her cloaked pussy and returning my journey back to her pretty ankle. She giggled in appreciation. I kept a running commentary about how nice her legs were, how slender and shapely, how good they tasted to lick and kiss, and how appreciative I was that she was sharing herself with me tonight. I repeated the process on her other leg. As I did she said quietly, "No one's ever told me I had a nice body; not even Dan."

At that point, I stood and stepped out of my own slacks. Katie watched with a sense of eagerness.

As I finished I turned to Katie and nudged her onto her back laying the length of the sofa. With her compliance, I removed the thong, enjoying the glance at her pussy lips and the small landing strip of hair she'd left after trimming herself.

Katie wasn't sure what my next action would be, so expressed surprise when I rolled her onto her stomach, giving her a pillow for her head. I mounted her thighs and leaned into her upper body and started a Swedish massage, a classic recommendation from the Joy of Sex. Katie groaned and wiggled her body beneath me in clear appreciation for my attention to her body. 

As I sought out each muscle group, I often leaned in and kissed her body somewhere. Because she was so trim, I could easily work the muscles along her neck, shoulders, arms, sides and back, then into her buns. I dismounted and worked on each leg independently.

I checked on Mel and Dan. I could hear murmurs of instruction to Dan from Mel, mostly dealing with foreplay and occasionally explaining what I was doing and why I hadn't plunged into Katie's pussy just yet.

I rolled Katie onto her back, again relishing the view of her sex. This time I went and stood at the end of the sofa near her head. I reached in and massaged her facial muscles, running my fingers along her jaw, cheeks, temples, forehead, and behind her ears, searching in each locale for the tiny muscles that worked so hard for us. Katie sighed deeply.

Then I worked her upper chest and pectorals, and arms, right out to the end of her fingers, taking time to kiss each digit as I finished my massage of that part of her body. Now, she groaned occasionally.

I allowed my massage of her pectoral muscles to drift lower on her body, massaging her breasts, pushing against the nipples and tweaking the ends until each nip was screamingly erect. I kissed and tongued each one again then continued to her abs, stopping my foray just above her mons.

Katie was moaning a lot and I was talking softly to her, extolling her perfection. I did her legs, emphasizing her feet and quads as I worked my way up her extremities. 

Only then did I now allow myself to massage my way into her nether region, pushing the flat of my hand against her pussy and using the heel of my hand in a circular motion against the area I knew contained her clitoris.

Katie's back arched almost immediately and she came, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly against her clit. I leaned in and kissed around her face, gradually working my way to her sensuous mouth.

"Oooooh, Doug," she cooed at me, "That was magnificent. I've ... I've never come this way. You barely touched my sex and yet you made me cum."

"Oh, I'm just beginning," I told her knowing that there was in fact some element of truth to my statement.

In her after glow, I repositioned her on the sofa as I knelt in front of her. I put a leg over each of my shoulders and then gradually worked my tongue up her inner thighs to her pussy. 

I avoided her clitoris for the first few minutes of my cunnilingus. I pulled her labial lips into my mouth and sucked on each for a while then tongued deep into her vagina, gradually adding two fingers.

I used those fingers to search for the area inside her called the G-spot. I'd learned enough about the G-spot to understand that it is actually the inner and more sensitive part of the clitoris. The skin is slightly different textured compared to the other walls of the vagina.

As I located this, I increased my oral assault on her pussy now moving to suck the clitoris and surrounding skin into my mouth and to wax the area thoroughly with the rough surface of my tongue.

Katie came again. Her back arched and she pushed her clit harder into my mouth for stronger contact. My fingers, buried to the hilt in her pussy, felt the tremors ripple through her body. I gave her a break and didn't use them as she came.

"Oh Doug! Twice in one night!"

I heard the Pixie moan from close by and turned to see her crested in an orgasm created by Dan's tongue. He knelt, as I did, on the floor in front of her as she reclined in a large overstuffed chair. He also looked pleased with the pleasure he'd delivered to Mel.

Katie whispered to me, "That's the first orgasm he's delivered by oral sex. He hasn't done oral sex too much."

I told her, "Well you taste divine and I can't imagine not wanting to spend all day here inhaling your juices and your beautiful aromas. I might even apply for the position."

Katie looked pleased with my comments. She leaned back and pulled the lips of her pussy apart for me. I dove in again with further oral stimulation to go with my fingers. Katie produced her female juices at a prolific rate and I sucked them all down. I meant what I'd said.

After another orgasm, I commented to Katie, "Did you know you were multi-orgasmic? Most women are but don't know it."

"No," she replied with a pleased tone to her voice. Then she whispered, "I don't even cum most times we have sex, only when I masturbate. I don't do that with Dan; I think it might embarrass him."

"Well, you and Dan ought to be able to change that now. You're both smarter about what to do, what areas to touch and how. And watching each other masturbate is really hot; you should try it."

"Will you make love to me now," Katie asked quietly, pulling me up in front of her so we could kiss.

"Yes. Yes, I will," I told her. I stood and slid my briefs down my legs. My penis had been in a perpetual state of readiness for the past hour; that's how much time we'd devoted to foreplay.

Katie grabbed my cock and lightly masturbated me for a few strokes. She leaned forward and put her small mouth over the end of my rod and started to bob back and forth on me. I stood ramrod stiff and allowed her to pleasure me. She was good.

"Do you do this to Dan?" I asked.

She pulled off of me, "Just sometimes. He likes to just start fucking most of the time."

"Well, you are gifted in the skills of fellatio. Don't lose your magic touch. Someday he'll appreciate what a rare gift this is."

She smiled at me, lay back, and nudged me towards her wet nest. I slipped a condom over my mushroomed rod and in seconds I slowly slid into her body from the missionary position. Katie gave a very satisfied moan.

Mel, Joy and I had become students of the Americanized version of Tantric sex. A spin off of yoga, the technique allows you to enjoy and share the sexual energy you feel with your partner and to extend the sex act almost indefinitely. Thus, it was with pleasure that I again shifted gears with Katie and had her follow me into the meditative place where our energies merged and supported one another.

We kissed, fondled, rubbed, smoothed, changed positions many times, explored the feelings of different depths of penetration, tested stroke frequency, and played at the act of making love with each other. I even fingered her anus at one point, watching as her eyes got huge in surprise at the new stimulation to her body. I could do no wrong; every move I made was not only welcomed, but also appreciated with a sense of awe and wonderment by her.

Katie and I also watched Dan and Mel as they progressed to the point where they joined, his long hard shaft burrowing into Mel's love nest as she lowered herself onto his body.

Katie came several more times during our lovemaking. I held off each time, even with the muscles in her vagina milking me to climax. I also made it different for her each time, changing our positions, how I stimulated her clit, pointing out to her the finer points of intercourse as we watched the lesson Mel was giving Dan. I taught her to be creative in the use of fingers and body.

After about fifty minutes of being coupled with Katie, I told her I planned to cum soon. I rolled her onto her back on the wide couch cushions and started pumping into her muff with all I had. The change of tone from the Tantra we'd been practicing a few minutes before was obvious. Suddenly I was goal directed and I could feel her change to the same goal. 

We both broke out in a sweat, our bodies becoming coated with a fine sheen as though we'd just emerged from some pool. Katie started making little squeaking sounds on each of my in trusts to her body. I pushed her legs apart so Mel and Dan could watch as my cock pounded into the pussy so nicely presented to me.

Then our explosions came. Katie actually came first, her pussy spasming around my prick in a way that I found irresistible. My orgasm started deep in my body, a surge from my scrotum that I could feel surging along the interior plumbing in my body as my juices raced for exit. A feeling of heavenly ecstasy hit my brain like an addictive drug, my back arched, my breathing stopped, I pulled Katie's hips hard into my groin, and my jism surged from my cock.

Twenty seconds later we both gasped for breath as our moment of unification passed. My cock finished the last few surges of fluid into her body. We'd been to the same place -- heaven. I fell onto Katie and smothered her with kisses, wildly stroking her body with my hands. She did the same in return. We both cooed and spoke in low tones of how wonderful the experience had been for each of us.

Beside us I could hear the slapping of Dan's body into Mel's prone form, her legs drawn up and over his shoulders. Dan gave a loud moan and Mel yelled as his climax arrived then the two of them entered their special zone of pleasure.

I watched the pair as they started to crest. Mel was right; I found it highly arousing to watch Dan pump into her body. From now on I'd have a new set of sight pictures about what Mel was doing on a date.

The four of us lay there exhausted. We watched Mel push Dan away, then remove his condom and tie it closed. She then engulfed his deflating cock, pushing her nose tightly into his body as she deep throated him.

Katie watched with fascination. "What does it taste like?" she asked.

"I thought you'd tried that," I said.

"Oh, I've given Dan a few blowjobs but I've never let him cum in my mouth. We've always ended up fucking with him wearing a condom for birth control."

"Well, it's a taste that varies depending on the guy and what he's eaten. Most of the time it's sort of musky and slightly saline. It's just protein. Mel's even has me cum in her hair when she wanted some of my special conditioner." I laughed but Katie's eyes got large again.

I pulled off of Katie, removed my rubber and tied a knot in it. Before I realized what was happening Katie had leaned forward and sucked my cum coated rod into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my crown as she swept me clean of the significant amount of residual cum on my cock.

She pulled away finally and said, "Not bad." She looked up at me seductively.

I took the last sip of my Grand Marnier from the glass on the coffee table and then bent down and gave Katie another French kiss loaded with the sweet liqueur. We hummed love into each other's bodies.

After a few minutes I suggested a joint shower to Katie. She nodded enthusiastically and said, "We've never done this together." She led me upstairs and into the master suite where there was a walk-in shower as well as a copious supply of towels, shampoos, conditioners and such. The two of us could easily stand together in the large shower.

We took turns washing each other's various body parts, carefully making sure not to miss any. I gave her a luxurious shampoo and massaged conditioner into her scalp as she closed her eyes in pure enjoyment of the sensations I delivered. She leaned against the wall, giving herself completely to the moment. Ultimately, I washed every inch of her body.

After we shut off the water, I lightly buffed Katie's body with one of the fluffy towels, again turning the experience more into a sensuous massage and spa treatment that just a quick dry. Somehow my tongue found a few interesting places to lap as the towel passed near certain 'zones'.

As we left the master suite, I spotted a mink stole in a plastic case hanging in her mother's closet. "Can we borrow this and take it downstairs?" I asked pointing at the coat.

Katie responded, "Sure, as long as we take good care of it."

"Oh, we'll take really good care of it and it will take really good care of you." I carefully removed the full-length fur coat from its protective sheath and helped Katie put it on over her nude body, the interior silk lining caressing her skin. She looked so pleased as I led her downstairs.

During our absence, Mel and Dan had claimed the long sofa. She had apparently revived and mounted him, her wonderful breasts now hanging down in his face. She was encouraging him to tongue and bite her tits as we came back in the room.

Mel and I winked at each other then blew each other a kiss. I recalled how unusual and unconventional our relationship was, not only this night but also our relationship with Joy and Mel's continued open dating even though we had a loving and intimate bond. I had a fleeting thought that I would never really understand Mel then turned my attention back to Katie.

I took the coat off Katie and spread the mink out on the deep pile carpeting across the room from the sofa. I motioned to Katie to lie back on the mink. She finally understood the implications of my borrowing the mink stole.

As she settled her pretty nude body onto the coat and stretched out, Katie said, "Oh, this is heavenly. I feel like the entire coat was created for me to lie naked on. Why haven't I done this before? What now?" She smiled at me.

"Just lie back and enjoy," I told her softly as I helped lower her whole body in the furry nest the coat now provided.

I sank down between Katie's legs and reasserted my cunnilingus skills as she squirmed and luxuriated in the folds of the gorgeous coat. After several orgasms spread over many minutes, we made love again, this time remaining in the missionary position so that Katie could fully experience being made love to atop what I estimated to be a $30,000 coat.

After our joint climaxes and some oral cleaning of each other's love nests, the two of us cuddled together on the coat, even pulling the sides of it onto our bodies to relish in the splendor of the fur feeling.

I told her, "You know your lifetime membership in PETA -- the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals - is forever revoked by what we just did?"

Katie leaned in and kissed me. "I don't care. I shall never forget tonight. I feel the most loved I've ever been -- and not just physically. When you love a woman you put your all into it. I know you -- we -- watched Mel and Dan for a while, but I didn't feel you wanted to be anyplace other than with me, doing something that pleasured me." She kissed me again. "Thank you, so so much," she whispered before tenderly kissing me again.

We both nested our nude bodies closer to each other and deeper into the mink. From the sofa came the unmistakable sounds of passionate fucking. Katie and I were almost oblivious to the sounds as we drifted off to sleep in our fur-lined nest.

To be continued.



Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 04



This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment.

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I found Joy waiting just outside airport security when I got back to Columbus after my memorable weekend with Mel and Katie. I'd thought all afternoon about how I'd tell her what had happened with Katie. Because of our shared philosophy about our relationship, I knew she was all right, even encouraging, with anything that Mel and I did but I wasn't sure whether those boundaries extended to Mel's friend Katie.

We'd all often talked about Mel's philosophy of seeing other people or even responding to some opportunistic situation that involved some other person. That said, talking and agreeing in theory about some vague situation could be easy, but the harder part would be when one of us actually got involved in some way as I had with Katie.

The night Mel had told me about her threesome with Dan and Katie, I'd tested how I felt about the philosophy, at least as it involved Mel. Well it certainly made me feel horny and desirous of her body, I found myself at the edge of my comfort zone at the time. Later, I became more comfortable when I met Dan and realized he felt about Katie the way I did about Mel. We loved our primary girlfriends yet appreciated the opportunity to engage with others. Moreover, in Dan and Katie's situation there had been a rather strong education component, since both were pretty naïve about lovemaking.

After Joy and I kissed and hugged our initial greetings we walked with our arms tightly around each other back to the short-term parking, kissing often and nuzzling into each other. She felt so comfortable to be with; it felt good to be home. 

Of course, she immediately questioned me about what we'd done, however, I deflected the questions temporarily since there were people all around us in the terminal and then I got her talking about the weekend wedding. I noted all our remarks were "public" and indescribably superficial about the events of our weekends.

I suggested an early dinner for the two of us as we neared a Ruby Tuesday's restaurant on the way back to our apartment from the airport. A few minutes later the hostess seated us in a comfortable booth that afforded us some privacy, leaving us dinner menus. A waitress immediately took our drink order and disappeared.

We looked across the table at each other in what gradually became a long awkward silence. I reached across and took Joy's hands; she squeezed my hands in a loving gesture but neither of us said anything. We just looked at each other. Our drinks arrived and we both mindlessly ordered dinners from memory, having eaten there so often. The waitress disappeared again.

I started slowly, "Errr, Joy, there's something I have to tell you. Something that happened while I was in Massachusetts."

I barely got the words out. My words overlapped those from Joy, "Doug, while I was home at the wedding something happened I have to tell you."

Our simultaneous statements made us both pause and take in what the other had said. 

"You go on," I said.

"No, you go ahead," Joy told me.

We went back and forth a little and finally Joy stopped the volley by holding up her hand. I noticed a slight grimace as she started to speak. 

She started again, "While I was home, I made love with someone – a guy that was at the wedding. I didn't expect it to happen, it's just that the situation got very romantic and ... well, things progressed sort of fast ... and, well, one thing led to another."

I looked at her for perhaps thirty seconds absorbing what she said and testing how I felt then I burst our laughing.

"Oh, Joy. I love you so and I always will. I'll ask about the details in a moment but in the meantime you should know that I made love with a friend of Mel's while I was away. Her name is Katie. Mel and I had a foursome with her and her boyfriend Dan."

I stopped and checked the expression on Joy's face. As I had a moment earlier, she absorbed my remarks, evaluated and then a large smile broke out on her face.

"I worried about how to tell you about this all day," she said.

"So did I," I offered.

"Do you know why we felt this way?"

"Sure," I said. "I've got a bunch of old tapes about jealousy and fidelity that I let play to the point I got worried that you'd leave me – leave us – and never give us another chance."

"That's how I felt too," Joy said. "This isn't about another chance, this is about a life style that permits exploration and new friendships, even intimate friendships with others." She paused for a moment then asked, "How to you feel about this now?"

"Relieved," I replied. "Oh, and hopeful that you had a great time, created a fantastic experience for yourself and the other person, and I'm even more hopeful that you'll share what happened. And you?"

"The same," Joy replied with a grin. She slid out of her side of the booth and came over next to me, sliding in next to me and planting a wet kiss on my lips that turned into a smoldering public display of affection.

The waitress shut off our discussion by reappearing with parts of our meals. We agreed to hold off on our stories until we got home and in more intimate surroundings. Accordingly, the meal went rapidly. We dispensed with the 'public' portion of our weekends. I recounted the day-trip to Rockport and Gloucester, as well as checking out several apartment complexes for ideas where we worked. I showed her some of the pictures on my camera that I'd taken two days prior. Joy filled me in on the wedding of her first cousin, detailing all the preparation, the ceremony and the reception. We both made oblique references to others whose details we'd provide later.

An hour later our nude bodies enveloped one another in the start of our passionate reconnection. 

I told my story first, detailing the lovemaking sessions Mel and I had at Logan Airport and then at her home. I told how Mel told me about her two threesomes with Dan and Katie, emphasizing how naïve and uncertain they were about sexual technique. Then I told about the night of our foursome including my calling forth many of my trademark techniques of foreplay, some that I'd learned with Joy.

I described how Katie and I made love on her family's plush mink stole and described our lovemaking in the middle of the night and again in the morning. Of course, I commented on Mel and Dan's parallel activities throughout our time together.

"And if I could ask her, how does Katie feel about you?" Joy inquired.

"I think she'd say she has a new friend and lover. When Mel and I left the two of them the next morning I had the feeling that they couldn't wait to try out some of the techniques we'd taught them on each other."

Joy squirmed around on my cock, forcing me deeper into her body. She kissed me on the lips and said, "I bet Katie's feelings run a little deeper than that. You are very easy to fall in love with – deeply in love with."

I couldn't comment but invited her to ask Mel what feedback she got from the couple. I also encouraged her to get Mel's version of our night with Dan and Katie. I had totally enjoyed myself, however, I would have preferred a night alone with just the Pixie. Mel would tell all.

"Is Mel going to continue the threesome with them?" Joy asked with an excited tone to her voice.

"I can't say for sure. Mel told me she was open to the idea but wasn't sure how Katie or Dan would feel after our weekend. She was going to talk to Katie in a couple of days after she and Dan had a chance to sort out their feelings about our time together and their own relationship. Maybe it doesn't need sorting out and then again, I hope we didn't do any damage. As you know, Mel sometimes acts without thinking things all the way through."

Joy and I got sidetracked for a few minutes as we took turns stimulating each other. The recollection of my time with Katie, and Joy's positive reactions to my detailed story certainly stimulated my libido, a fact that proved itself in terms of my swollen rod.

"OK," I finally said, "Your turn. Tell me about the 'real' wedding." I kissed her on the nose and ran my tongue over her lips in a seductive manner.

Joy squirmed down on my cock again. "Things started at the rehearsal the afternoon before the wedding. For the promenade down the aisle I was paired with this groomsman – a really cute guy – Tyler Bishop; he's a buddy of the groom from the Atlanta area. He graduated from Georgia Tech last year."

"Anyway, as we're waiting and getting directions about how to walk down the aisle that most of us are ignoring, I'm feeling this overpowering chemistry with Tyler. Apparently he is too because the next thing I know we're standing really close and he's like casually stroking my arm as we talk, only my body is amplifying the light strokes into these sensuous and erotic gestures that are turning me on in every way imaginable."

I asked, "Did you encourage him?"

Joy shot me a sly smile; "Of course. I was in heat and I wanted him that way too. I put one hand on his abs and just rested it there. It was like another point where lightning surged through our bodies." She raked her fingernails across my chest to show how she'd been touching him.

She took a moment to bounce several times on my cock, renewing our sexual fervor and providing new stimulus to our union. She went on, "I swear I knew I wanted him less than thirty seconds after we met; we both knew in another minute we'd find a way that day ... and soon. After we'd stood there looking at each other, Ty said to me, 'I want you.' I told him, 'I know. I want you too. How? When?"

"About that time the wedding planner insisted we pay attention and line up, then she started us down the aisle. As we slowly paced down the aisle, Ty said to me, 'I'm staying at the Hyatt. Room 566. Tell me a time.'"

Joy paused but not in our lovemaking. She closed her eyes to savor our union before going on; "It was about four o'clock. Our part was going to be over in half an hour. I told him, 'Right after this; sooner is better.' About that time we reached the altar and parted. The only other time we were together again at the rehearsal was as we walked out in pairs behind the bride and groom. We just split up after that; no questions were raised by anyone, if they even noticed. I excused myself when I became certain my part in the rehearsal had finished. The dinner wasn't until eight o'clock and I even had my dinner dress and cosmetics in the car."

"So you had about three hours?" I questioned encouragingly.

"Yes," Joy replied in a dreamy voice. "I was at the Hyatt in ten minutes; it was near the church. He opened the door to his room before I even knocked. God, it was a rush. We were all over each other. We were naked and his cock was buried in my cunt in three more minutes. I mean this was almost unreal."

"Details?" I asked softly.

"Well, just as I got in the room he closed the door and made sure it was locked. He put the little 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the knob. He turned and we kissed, hard. That kiss turned into a French kiss. His hands were all over me, rubbing my breasts through my summer frock. Even though I had a bra on I knew he felt my nipples go rigid. I ground my hips into his and he pushed back. He hardened as we ground together. I started rubbing the rather evident lump in his pants." She grinned at me and squirmed around a bit.

I kissed Joy again, holding onto her nipples as she rose and maneuvered above me. Her nipples were hard as candy, clearly showing her excitement in both her story and our coupling.

"Ty reached behind me and started to undo the buttons on the back of my dress – only he was too slow. After he'd undone about two buttons, I just pulled the whole dress up over my head and tossed it in a chair. He yanked his shirt off then his pants. I stripped from my bra and thong. We joined together again, our naked bodies now pressing together. His cock is like yours, big and long. I grabbed it and started to stroke as we tried to hug at the same time."

"Hot," I told her as I increased the speed of my thrusts into her body.

Joy continued, "He suddenly picked me up and tossed me in the middle of the big bed in the room. Then he was in me – that fast. There was no foreplay, just our chemistry and passion. We hadn't really said more than a few words to each other since we'd met. Oh Doug, this was wonderful."

"And then?" I asked in a throaty voice.

"And then we fucked like minks. He had remarkable staying power just like you do. I was mostly in the missionary position as we fucked - hard. I pulled him into me as hard and fast as I dared. He drove into me for all he was worth. We were just two bundles of raw, lusting, sexual energy. Wow! It was consuming."

I drove my body up into Joy's naked form. She responded by closing her eyes and focusing on our fuck. I knew she was also reliving the experience with Tyler but I didn't care. If I could bring her pleasure and a fond remembrance, I'd be happy. 

We'd made love so many times that one might think this time would have been 'routine' yet it was anything but. We both exploded into each other, our orgasms resulting in each of us flooding our union with juices and then the hugs and hot kisses and wildly roaming hands and tongues. The panting and sweaty bodies pushed together in their joy and passion.

I rolled us to our sides maintaining our coupling as we started our after glow.

"Oh, Doug, I love you. Thank you for doing that, for making me re-live that experience with Tyler." I smiled at her and we kissed as I smoothed her luscious body.

Joy whispered to me, "After we came we just lay together and got to know each other. It was weird, I mean we'd just met a few hours earlier; he was almost a stranger. You and I did that months ago but we weren't strangers. You know, when you ... you know helped me find myself and my sexual being." She kissed me hard. "Thank you. You've made me feel so liberated, so free to be me, so loved, so able to reach out."

I hugged her to me. She talked further about her weekend, "So later we made love again. We took our time and it was very romantic. I could see lots of potential there. Later we showered together and I dressed and ran down to the car and got my dress and stuff. I came back and changed and then we went off to the restaurant for the big dinner."

"You got to spend more time together I hope?"

"Not that night. I had to go home with my parents from the dinner. The next morning the bride treated all the bridesmaids to a spa treatment and girlie things then we dressed for the wedding. The wedding was in the middle of the afternoon and went off like clockwork. Tyler was well behaved. At the reception we made sure to sit together so we could talk more. We danced a lot too."

I grinned widely at her, "And then?"

"And then, the reception ended about eleven o'clock but there was a casual 'party after the party' for the 'A List' at the new home of the bride and groom. We'd both been invited. We drove to the Hyatt, ostensibly to change clothes; it just took a little longer than we'd expected. We made love again ... then slipped in relatively unnoticed to the late party. We also left the party early. I think I got home around four a.m. – well fucked and happy."

I told Joy, "I'm glad for you, for your happiness. You follow this anyway you want to; just let Mel and me know how you want us to play it. Oh, one more thing; just know that I love you."

"Thank you. I love you too. I'll let you know."

*

Summer turned into autumn, autumn into winter, and winter into spring. Mel, Joy and I lived in an unbelievably comfortable relationship for those months. Angry words or miffed feelings were rare. The tone of our relationship was pure Love in everything we said and did for and with each other.

Both girls were sophomores and I was a senior. We each had our classes and homework, yet found time to be together and to play together as well as pursue friends and even lovers. For instance, Joy made two trips to Atlanta for weekends with Tyler, and Mel went on a couple of dates but later declared there was no chemistry. Of course, we all continued to work part-time at the apartment complex where we lived.

My job as the property manager for the apartment complex we were in got better and better throughout the year. The complex had 108 apartments and most were rented to upper class or graduate students at the nearby university. 

By the end of that first summer, after Mel rejoined our threesome, we'd refinished twenty-eight of the units, making major structural improvements in a few and cleaning and repainting the others. The three of us had found some ways to make most the units more appealing either by removing some of the walls or using half walls or just by decorating and using attractive color schemes. Occupancy rates increased due to our work. Jim Reynolds the Property Manager for our complex as well as a many others praised my ideas and encouraged us to make the changes.

Joy, Mel and I were a good team. Somehow, when we worked together it made the whole experience fun and not at all like a 'job'. Even better, at Christmas time, Jim gave us all generous bonuses and more praise for our work. He called us 'naturals' at property management and encouraged us to stay and work as we were through the spring and following summer. Our grades stayed up, yet we were making a lot of money.

I was due to graduate in early June and over the winter started to think about what I'd do after college with an undergraduate business degree. In hindsight I had the balls to think I really knew something about something. Later, I learned how little I knew about how the world actually worked.

In any case, I mentioned my needing a job to Jim Reynolds one day. A week later, he invited me to lunch with another gentleman name Gray Steel. I liked the new man's name even before I met the CEO from the Real Estate Investment Trust that owned all the properties Jim managed.

Jim made the introductions and then surprised me with his opening statement; "Doug, we'd like to make you an offer to start working for Steel Properties Trust when you graduate. You'd start as my assistant and gradually take over my job completely as I focus on new acquisitions."

I stammered and stuttered a bit; the job offer came out of the blue and caught me completely by surprise. 

Jim took my hesitance to speak as resistance to his idea, so he started to sweeten the deal immediately. Gray nodded encouragingly to him and commented to me about how well I was thought of in 'headquarters' and how my name and all the work we'd done with the units caught everyone's attention and commanded higher rents and a better class of tenants.

Jim went on, "We'd start you at $35,000 a year, plus your continued free rent in the open unit of your choice. You could keep the unit you're living in now; you seem comfortable with your roommates and coworkers in that unit. Further, there's a signing bonus of $10,000, a new pick-up truck that you'll need in the job, and a yearly bonus that will depend on the overall occupancy rates of the units you're in charge of; if you create a high occupancy rate at high rental rates you get a high bonus. You get the idea. This could double your salary."

I nodded slowly as I started to take in the benefits of offer. I still hadn't said anything.

Gray jumped into the conversation, "We'll also give you a half unit in the Steel Properties Trust each year to sweeten the deal. Right now that's worth about ten grand a year, plus it'll give you all sorts of tax advantages the year you get the share and in future years as the various depreciation options kick in. Oh, we also do great things with our 401k plan."




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 04



I asked slowly, "And my duties would be?"

Gray replied, "Oh, you'd be the property manager for twenty of the properties that the Steel Properties Trust owns. You'd oversee the upkeep and renovation of all the properties, inside and out – just what Jim's been doing overall and it's just what you're doing now with your crew down at Oakside Acres, but for twenty properties instead. You'd be responsible for finding, hiring and checking on individuals like you've been at each site. Overall, I think there are somewhere around 3,000 apartment units in these twenty sites."

"Could I move staff between sites? Is that allowed? How big a staff would I have?"

"Oh, most certainly you could move people around; anyway you'd like to manage them. You'd be the boss. You'll have about twenty or thirty people working for you – at least, some part time and some full time. Of course, our idea is to keep costs low and revenues high, not to mention occupancy rates; so if you can figure a way to do more with fewer people, so much the better."

After some further banter about the job I asked for a written job offer. Both men smiled and assured me I'd have it within forty-eight hours. I also asked that I have a couple of weeks to think about the offer and they agreed. The lunch was very cordial and I felt comfortable with these guys as my bosses and in the stability of the company.

Further, I liked the work I was doing and liked the idea of expanding my role in property management. Lastly, the idea of not having to search any further for employment offered all sorts of benefits to me.

I talked the offer over with Joy and Mel and we all ended up doing a little celebratory dance in the middle of our bed – naked of course. The new job would be a huge leap from what I was doing now and I feared I might not be up to the task. I raised my feelings with Jim one day and he assured me that he, Gray and the others in the company would all be there to coach me along into the new job. They wanted me to succeed.

I took the job. 

*

Unlike the summer before, Joy and Mel stayed in Columbus most of the time to work on the various apartment complexes I took over. Both were skilled decorators by that time, often drawing on courses they'd just taken to enhance their contributions. Further, I was able to pay them at a top rate; perhaps I was biased but I really valued their work.

Half the apartment complexes I took over already had onsite managers. That meant I needed up to ten new people to fill the gap. After I studied the turnover and occupancy rates, I felt I could make do with only a couple more if they handled multiple geographies. I tried my idea with a couple of new hires and it worked well and saved many thousands of dollars for Steel Property Trust or SPT. I gradually worked the scheme across all the units.

I created specialized crews, using cheap labor from the local campus, as often as I could. I favored the engineers for electrical and plumbing work. I created a couple of painting crews as well, even finding some skilled crews amongst the student body. The latter took instruction from Joy or Mel about colors and detail work. Then I cut some deals with local landscapers to dress up the drab landscapes at some of the properties.

One of the complexes I took over looked like a prison. Mel, Joy and I sat in the courtyard of the place one summer day trying to visualize what we could do to improve the looks of the place without breaking the bank. By the end of the afternoon we had a list of ideas. The following week I rolled the painting crew in with instructions about how to paint various panels on the outside porches of the units in contrasting pastel colors. The next week, the landscape crew rolled in and added two-dozen hedge maples to the property, as well as dozens of other new plants. I added a playground and a picnic area. 

The place was transformed. Units that had sat vacant for months suddenly rented. Occupancy went from only fifty percent to one hundred percent by the time school started six weeks later. We'd recouped the investments I'd made in only a month. 

Gray Steel and Jim Reynolds met me down at the reworked complex one-day for a walk around – my show and tell time. They were very pleased executives and were vocal in their praise. Before they left, Gray handed me a 'special bonus' check of $2,000. I was speechless.

I used part of the money and threw a party for all the work crews I'd hired. We had a great blast with lots of beer and a catered barbeque right in the center of the reworked apartment complex. The whole shebang cost me $500 and I think I got about $50,000 extra work from all the crews in the following months.

I encouraged idea sharing and creativity across the crews and the PM's for the various complexes. I moved people around so they could see the other properties, and give and get ideas about what to do where they were mainly focused. Great ideas at one site started to show up everywhere. 

By Christmas I felt I was rolling along in my job and starting to find my sea legs. While I was in the main offices downtown one December day, Gray presented me with another special bonus of $5,000. "Doug, you are revolutionizing how this firm does business. You're saving us thousands and increasing occupancies wherever you go. You'll get your full regular bonus without question the way you're going. We're all very proud of you."

As I left the high-rise offices, I stopped at a jewelry shop in the lobby and bought two matching diamond rings – one for Mel and one for Joy. Over the many months we'd gone together, I'd fallen deeper and deeper in love with both women. I'd been looking for something akin to an engagement ring but hadn't found anything suitable, thus I finally just settled on the rings and figured I'd let the girls figure out what to call them. My sister assured me that diamonds never disappoint either the given or the receiver.

I also called a restaurant called "M" – no doubt named after the exclusive street it was on – Miranova, an exclusive downtown address with a view of the Scioto River. I made reservations for three for that evening. I left messages on both Joy and Mel's phones that we were going out for a special occasion that evening.

Fortunately, exams had ended the week before so neither of the women had tests or homework to worry about. We'd been cleaning up some decorating details at one of the complexes, then we were all going to head to our parents' various homes for the holiday period, having made arrangements to regroup as a threesome at each home for at least one day to show the flag of unity for our unique relationship.

I got back to our apartment at six-thirty. We'd developed a custom that immediately came into play. Both women came out and showered me with kisses to welcome me home. Had I been home early, I would have provided the same kind of welcome to either of them as they returned home. Homecomings were always so joyful this way.

We kissed and hugged, and of course I got aroused because both women were only clad in thongs and little frilly bras, and somehow their hands roamed all over the right places on my body. But the two were in a playful mood and pushed me towards our spacious bathroom, pulling the clothing from my body as we went. Shedding my work boots and jeans last, they pushed me into the shower with instructions to hurry and get clean so we could go to dinner at the exclusive restaurant. I sighed over the missed occasion but knew there'd be further opportunities for erotic play later that evening.

While I'd been driving home and again in the shower, I rehearsed the little speech I planned to give to Mel and Joy as I gave them the rings. I wanted to get it right and not be misunderstood.

A half-hour later the three of us piled into Joy's car and headed downtown to "M". 

"M" is a beautiful upscale restaurant, with a posh atmosphere and the ability to have an intimate conversation without feeling intruded upon. I'd been there for drinks one time with Jim and Gray and promised myself I'd take my girlfriends there; tonight was just the right occasion. I'd arranged to latch onto the corner table in the restaurant that afforded the finest view of the river and the beautiful city lights, special this time of year because of the holiday season.

After we'd sat and ordered some fine wine, I went around the table and knelt between the two women, kissing each one as I lowered myself between them. 

I started my short speech, "A little over two years ago I met the two of you, and my life has been nothing but a joy since." I held both their hands. "In this time, I have fallen hopelessly in love with the two of you and I think you have with me as well." Both Mel and Joy gave definite affirmative nods yet clearly wondered where my little speech was leading. "I am blessed to have found not one, but two soul mates."

I let go of their hands and fumbled in the two side pockets of my dark blazer. "Anyway, I wanted to do something special to celebrate the love I feel for you both and today I had the opportunity. I got a special bonus and it allowed me to do something I've thought about for two years."

I pulled the two ring boxes from my pockets and flipped the tops on the two boxes simultaneously, a move I'd practiced in the car for several minutes before I'd gone home from the jewelry store. The identical rings each had a large diamond surrounded by baguettes on each side of the stone, embedded in the platinum band. The rings had what I called a high sparkle factor.

The eyes of each girl shot open in disbelief. Mel shrieked and threw herself into my arms, thereby attracting the attention of every patron in the exclusive restaurant. Joy embraced the two of us and kissed me madly. 

We broke apart and each woman held their left hands out for me to put the rings on the proper finger. I pulled the two rings from the boxes and, with one in each hand, carefully and simultaneously slipped the rings on the girls' fingers. I was rewarded with more kisses and hugs.

"If we had a more traditional relationship I'd say these are engagement rings, however, we seem to not want that. So these are just signs of my love for you both and you may explain them to others to be as much or as little of a commitment as you choose. I certainly don't mean for these to imply ownership or exclusivity; I know those aren't how you want to define this relationship. So these are engagement rings of the sort that come with even greater freedom to explore, experiment and grow. I love you both."

More kisses and hugs prevailed before I rose and went back to my seat. After I sat down, there was some modest applause with lots of smiles aimed our way from a few diners at some of the nearby tables. I politely bowed and smiled my thanks to them.

Joy and Mel started talking simultaneously. "Tell me about the bonus you got? These are marvelous. We love you back. Oh, you are so going to get lucky tonight. Oh, this is the perfect Christmas gift; my Mom and Dad will be ecstatic. We love you too. Where'd you get these? Oh, I'm going to tell everyone I'm engaged – I don't have to say engaged to be anything. I love being engaged."

As they talked and took turns posing for each other, I watched the two of them. They kept holding up their hands at arm's length and looking at the sparkling jewels I'd given them. I don't think I'd seen either girl so happy. They were both so in touch with our relationship, so in touch with me. I don't know that I'd ever felt closer to either one of them.

*

We spent Christmas at Mel's home outside Boston. The three of us arrived just as a major snowstorm dumped about eight inches of snow over the area. 

Mel's mother went absolutely crazy with delight over the double engagement. She confided that if she was our age she'd be engaged to two handsome guys and basking in the pleasures that such a relationship could afford her. There was no doubt she allowed some sexual fantasy to run through her head as we talked about our relationship.

We found it hard to explain that the rings meant we were engaged and had strong bonds in our threesome, but that our philosophy about relationships allowed for us to connect and be with other people. Mel's mother understood, at least she said she did. Her father just shrugged and said, "Whatever." He told me later he liked me and wished me luck with our relationship.

We beat the next snowstorm and got to Joy's home outside Cleveland late one afternoon. This was not our first visit as a threesome so the initial awkwardness of dealing with our non-standard romance had been dealt with a long time before. 

Nonetheless, Joy's mother expressed complete puzzlement over the 'engagement' rings and what they meant both to us and to the world. I listened attentively as Joy tried to explain the non-ownership, non-control, non-exclusive, open sharing, growth-oriented nature of our relationship.

Her mother asked, "But aren't you going to get married?" This was not the first time she'd exhibited this fixation.

Joy responded, "Maybe. We haven't defined what that kind of future would look like. We might just continue to live as we have been."

"How long would that go on?" she asked.

"Until it stops," Joy told her nicely.

"Oh," she said with a strong tone of confusion in her monosyllable. She thought for a few seconds and asked, "Joy, aren't you acting like Doug's wife now?"

Joy smiled and said, "No, I am my own person and part of a committed three-person relationship. I am as committed to Mel as I am to Doug, and as they are to me."

Her mom turned to me, "Doug, do you think of Joy as your wife? Or Mel?"

"Yes and no," I replied. "We are each other's companions and try to provide each other the space and encouragement to grow and evolve to be a whole person. I try to bring them happiness. If the term 'wife' implies some sort of chattel or implies ownership or subservience, then the answer is clearly no."

Still seeking clarification she turned to Mel and asked in a polite way, seeking clarification of what kind of relationship we had yet again, "Are you two in a lesbian relationship? Is one of you dominant?"

Mel laughed. "No. No. No. No one of us is dominant in our relationship. As for putting a label on my relationship with Joy, I would prefer that you describe the three of us as very much in love rather than put some potentially pejorative or inflammatory label on us."

"Oh, dear. I didn't mean it that way at all!" her mother stated as she sat back in her chair, apparently horrified that we might think she didn't like lesbians. She muttered, "I'm just thinking about how to describe to my friends what you ... you three ... are."

I offered, "I think I'd just say that Joy is in a loving relationship."

A strong male voice came from the doorway. Joy's father had been standing there listening to our conversation. He said, "Martha, listen to what the young man just said. Your daughter is the happiest I've ever seen her in her life. She's in love. Don't try to explain it or understand any more than that. It's simple."

*

My younger sister Kara raced out the door of our parent's home an hour west of Columbus and threw herself into my arms. We hadn't seen each other but twice – briefly – over the past year and not too much the year before that. She was a freshman at the University of Texas and probably one of the prettiest women on the campus – there or anywhere.

Next to collect giant bear hugs from Kara were Joy and Mel – the Pixie. Kara stands five-foot-eight, and so she towered over the Pixie and my new fiancée almost disappeared from view in my sister's welcoming hug. Kara helped us carry our Christmas gifts and overnight bags into the house. 

My Mom and Dad were both there to welcome us. I'd told my Dad about the rings on a telephone call; somehow he understood and didn't ask the kind of questions that Joy's mother had. Maybe it was a guy thing. 

Anyway, as we took off our winter gear in the hallway, suddenly Kara screamed and grabbed at Mel's left hand; "Oh, my God, you're engaged! Tell me. Tell me. Tell me."

Mel laughed at my sister's unbridled enthusiasm and instead of speaking, reached over and took Joy's hand in hers and held both left hands out to my sister, my mother and my father. Kara shrieked again, "Oh, my God, you're both engaged." After a long silence, Kara looked at back and forth between me and the girls, "Oooooh; you did it! You got engaged to both of them. You're all engaged – to each other? Wow! Cool!"

We got hugs from everyone and my Dad patted me solidly on my back in a congratulatory manner. 

Kara said bluntly, "I can't believe you're living – intimately – with two of the best looking women in the state; my ugly puss brother. You amaze me." She tousled my hair then stood back obviously proud of me.

I just grinned at her and hugged Mel to me since she was nearer. We both looked very happy together. Joy came and joined us in a three-way hug. Kara surrounded all us as best she could.

Oddly enough, my parents and my sister never asked a single question about how we defined the relationship or what the significance of the rings were. To them, things were self-explanatory. All we got were warmth and congratulations.

Our visit went very smoothly although the three of us ended sleeping rather snugly together in a queen-size sleeper bed in the rather open and public basement playroom. By now in our lives, that was all right. Some days – only a few, hard as I found it to believe, we just didn't engage in sexual activity.

*

By the following summer I felt on top of the world. I continued to be madly in love with my erstwhile fiancées Mel – the Pixie, and Joy. Both had finished their junior year at Ohio State on the Dean's List. The three of us lived together in a gorgeous apartment that we got rent free because of my job as the property manager for twenty of the apartment complexes owned by the Steel Property Trust – including the one we lived in.

Everything I seemed to do in terms of managing the nearly 3,000 apartments in the twenty different apartment complexes seemed to increase rents and occupancy rates. SPT's rating by various financial services went up and so did the value of the various units in the REIT that I'd been awarded as bonuses. 

We started the summer working at a ferocious pace to redo not only two hundred apartment units but also to create exterior makeovers at five of the sites I was responsible for. The three of us maintained not only a frantic work schedule but also a spontaneous and freewheeling sex life that kept each of us on our toes.

The two women caught me at home one day where I'd planned a quick lunch before making one of my inevitable runs to Home Depot and Lowes for more supplies for a couple of my crews. As I came in the door, the siren calls of two female voices led me to the bedroom. I no sooner entered the room than I was bodily assaulted by the two naked nymphs I loved.

Soon I'd been stripped naked, forced onto my back, and compelled to endue a blowjob from my two lovers, one on each side of my erect cock. As they licked up one side of my rod and down another, taking turns, I found I could insert fingers in each girl's shaved pussy. I took turns sampling the nectars they produced as they brought me to sexual readiness and turned my mind far from work.

Mel mounted me, bouncing atop my hips with her magnificent breasts swaying in rhythmic harmony with her thrusts. My cock, now harder than steel, pelted into her body on each lunge downward she made. 

As we fucked, Joy talked dirty to me – a favorite adjunct activity to our lovemaking. "I came home half an hour ago and Mel was here still in her pajamas working on the decorating plan for that north side complex. I was horny so we started kissing and then, well, I pulled the Pixie's clothes off and started eating her pussy. I love her pussy juice and I got a lot this morning."




Pixie, Joy and Me Ch. 04



Joy went on, "Then we switched and Mel ate me, bringing me to a couple of orgasms. We also sucked on each other's tits and talked about how we'd act if we were sluts. Then we decided as good sluts that we'd fuck the first guy that came in the door. And do you know, the door opened just about then and you walked in – you lucky guy."

I pumped harder into Mel as Joy talked, then she crested into an orgasm and rolled to her side, jerking her body from my erect prick. Joy immediately impaled herself on my shaft, her warmth and moisture now the focus as I thrust upward into her body, meeting her down strokes. 

Mel moved in and sucked on my nipples for a minute then shifted so she could lower her pussy onto my mouth. I inhaled her sweet musky aroma and drove my tongue deep into her vagina. In a few seconds I'd located her clitoris and started to alternately inhale and rub the bulbous sex shaft of her body with my tongue. 

Mel became the one to talk dirty at this point as Joy's focus turned inward. "Oh, pump that pussy with your cock. Drive into her. Wash her insides with your cum. Make her cum. We love fucking with you lover. Oh, shit, your tongue ... it's just right ... oh gees."

One of my hands went to Mel's breasts and the other to Joy's clit, so I could bring as much pleasure as I could to my loves. Our bodies oscillated in carefully orchestrated harmony for a few minutes then Mel spasmed over my face again, falling to her side on our large bed as she clenched her pussy in the happiness of a passing climax.

I focused on Joy, watching a series of small waves of pleasure wash through her body. After one of her small tremors she rolled to my side.

"Doug, both of us are going to fuck you at the same time. Just nestle in. We had this idea earlier."

Joy and Mel approached my body from either side of me, carefully interlacing their legs across my body so that their dripping pussies ground together with my fleshy rock-hard shaft between them. They pushed towards each other creating a moist pulpit made of two pussies around my cock. I truly felt like I was inserted in the vaginas of both women simultaneously. 

I slowly started to pump upwards into the space of our union. As I pumped, each girl swayed forward in her own surge towards climax and sexual sensation. Mel said, "Oh fuck! As you do that, as we move, you rub against my clit. You're going make me cum again."

Joy spoke too, "He's hitting my clit too, right where ... well, it couldn't be any better." She sighed and pushed into our union.

I pistoned upward with ever-longer strokes, watching as the girl's breasts swayed and feeling the unusual sensations of our three-way fuck. Then I felt my orgasm start. This time was not a sudden arrival and ejection. Instead, I felt a series of surges deep within me start to send my semen towards my cock.

I warned the girls of my impending explosion. Mel moaned, "Me toooooo!" Joy just nodded enthusiastically as she threw her head back in the arrival of her ecstasy.

I could feel my juices jet through nature's plumbing low in my body. I kept pumping between the two juicy cunts that tightly surrounded my cock. All the sensations they delivered to me were the right ones. I exploded upwards into the space above where our three sexual organs joined.

Jet after jet left my body, flew upwards and then splashed back onto our union. Soon the three of us were covered in my cum. I couldn't believe I'd ejected so much fluid. When I opened my eyes, my milky white fluid covered everywhere I looked on our lower bodies.

"Oh, God, that was sexy," I told my lovers.

Both women were panting. "We came too," Mel confided.

"Yea," Joy said. "That was powerful. I felt I was having intercourse with the two of you, not just one." She reached down and scooped up some of my cum and brought the fluid to her lips, showing the two of us in a highly erotic move as she sucked the cum from her fingers.

Not to be outdone, Mel repeated the process, this time allowing the fluid to drip from her fingers into her upturned mouth. She laughed as she caught the first couple of droplets then devoured her fingers and the remaining cum. 

As they continued to play with my cum, I asked, "Do I always cum this much. I haven't cum outside of a pussy in years?"

"Yes, Lover," Mel said. "You gush. That's one of the things about you that turns us on. You are always fulfilling. You have lots of little swimmers and it's a good thing we're on the pill."

Joy added, "Haven't you noticed that we always have to drain away the excess or wear a pad after we've made love?"

"I guess not."

Mel said, "One other thing, although my experience is more limited these days, you have amazing recovery powers. I know you don't think you do, probably because you're servicing two thirsty pussies, but I assure you that you can reload and fire again in near record time."

Joy said, "I'll prove it to you." She shifted around on the bed and inhaled my tumescent cock in her mouth. Mel focused on kissing me, and directing my hands and mouth to her luscious breasts. In no time at all I felt Joy mount me again, my shaft sliding readily into her vagina.

Joy started to ride me for all she was worth. A sheen of sweat and cum covered her body from our earlier episode; both made her look so appealing and so slutty, I couldn't resist hardening.

She started to talk dirty to me and Mel picked up the litany and repeated some of it to me: "Oh, fuck me Doug. Drive that cock deep into me. I want more of your cum deep inside my hot tight pussy. I want you to fuck this cunt. Feel these muscles tighten around your cock; they want you. Drive that into me. Surge into me. Fill me."

I flipped Joy around without breaking contact. I wanted release and she was the target. She shrieked with gales of laughter over my sudden dominance. I drove into her body at a frantic pace. This was a 'hard' fuck. Our pace increased until our bodies and movements on the bed must have only been a blur.

Then we exploded – again. I felt surge after surge of my cum jet into Joy's uplifted pussy. She hugged me to her and we kissed with wild abandon. 

"Oh, I love you so," I told her. She repeated our passion back to me.

Before my after glow had even passed Mel had my cock in her mouth, masturbating me back to some state of readiness again.

She knew yet I was surprised. I'd never paid attention to my recovery time. In less than a couple of minutes I was hard again, at least hard enough to service another damsel in distress.

Mel pulled me over her body and directed my shaft into her tight little pussy. The vocal invectives coarsely urged my sexual performance and directed how I should pummel her small body. "I want a fast, hard fuck too. Lay it on me." I complied, of course.

A few minutes later, as Joy lay beside us lightly stroking her clit, I blasted yet another load into Mel's pussy. We hugged and kissed. This time Joy joined us.

"See!" Mel said. "That's three times for you in less than a half hour. I doubt there are many males on the planet that could match that. Plus, in case you didn't notice, Joy and I are both seriously leaking your man juice. When you give, you give a lot, even if you've just given."

Joy added, "Soon we'll have you having as many orgasms as we do." She pushed a breast into my mouth. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I nodded as I gently bit onto her nipple.

We did 'nooners' a lot over the summer.

*

Both Mel and Joy took trips home multiple times over the summer and even into the fall and winter of their senior year. Thanks to fortuitous timing I never slept alone. That said, things started to change in our relationship, particularly with Joy.

Joy came back from an early July trip to Cleveland and told us she'd 'reconnected' with Tyler, a nice guy she'd met at a family wedding a year or so before and someone she admitted she had great 'chemistry' with. The two had apparently spent quite a bit of time together on that weekend and Joy seemed inclined to spend more.

She saw him again in early August and at the end of the summer after school started, and then a few more times over the fall. He drove up from Atlanta on his way to the Cleveland area at Thanksgiving and picked Joy up so they could drive to her home together. 

Mel and I got to meet him for the first time; we both knew instantly. We'd lost Joy.

Somehow, Tyler was not bothered by the unusual relationship Joy had with Mel and me. He apparently didn't want to participate in any way, but he did like Joy – a lot, and it showed just in the short time we met him. Later I reflected on how it was the way they looked at each other. Joy called it chemistry; I called it love. 

Christmas and the spring semester turned into a bittersweet time for the three of us, only I think Joy was oblivious to it. Neither Mel nor I said anything to each other for several months, yet later, when we compared notes, we'd both seen the inevitable long before Joy did. We'd suppressed our observations and didn't bring them up with Joy either. Some days my heart would ache and I wasn't sure why, until I realized Joy would be leaving.

Mel became more attentive to me. We were both grieving – before the fact. Mel would go out of her way to find me alone when Joy was out, not to make love but just to hold me and tell me she loved me. I provided the same support to her. We were softening the eventual blow to each other when the time came for Joy to leave us.

Joy's trips to see Tyler became more frequent and he became an attentive lover from the stories we heard and the gifts that arrived weekly at the apartment - flowers, a book, a trinket of jewelry, a handwritten love letter or poem.

The three of us finally talked about the dissolution of our threesome in mid May, just a few weeks before the girls' graduation. I guess we were all skilled at denial to have been able to postpone the discussion for so long. The talk was teary, both in our remembrances of the happy times we'd had as well as the thought of separation. Joy thought she'd just decided a few days before our discussion; Mel and I knew we'd lost her heart months earlier.

The day after our talk I went home when I knew Mel would be alone. I found her sobbing uncontrollably on our bed. I joined her and soon the two of us were flooding each other's shoulders with our tears. After a good hour, during which we said few words to each other, we both ran dry. I brought wash clothes for our faces and we cleaned up then went for a silent walk with each other.

Later I found a line from a poem written by some unknown author that I thought wrapped up what happened: "Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes." Joy was our butterfly and we turned her free, with our love and affection.

We made no pleas for her to stay and laid no guilt trip on her. We loved her and wanted the utmost in happiness for her. Right now, in her life, the most happiness seemed to be by strengthening her relationship with Tyler.

Symbolically and in a teary good bye one morning, Joy returned the diamond ring to Mel and me. She told us she still loved us but felt compelled to pursue this other bliss. Believe it or not, we both understood. This was part of our philosophy and part of what we believed about how the world should work. We'd know all along that things weren't always going to be happiness and joy for all the players.

Joy assured us she would always be there for us, in spirit, in mind and in body. She even emphasized the last part with us in our last torrid lovemaking session that morning we had our dissolution discussion. Even as we all made love that last time, we all shared tears about her departure from our midst. Oddly enough they were tears of both sadness and joy over her newfound happiness with Tyler. After that day, I never say Mel cry about Joy's departure again.

Classes ended and Joy moved her possessions back to Cleveland. Mel and I helped her pack the U-Haul trailer she towed to her parent's home. Two weeks later, she and Tyler came back for the graduation ceremony. He proposed marriage to Joy after the ceremony. She accepted of course. 

Before she and Tyler left to return to her home, we feted Joy and Tyler's engagement at our apartment with a bottle of champagne, and hoped our melancholy didn't show or dampen her spirits. 

I could tell Joy carried her own grief at departing from our midst, even though the choice had been hers. When we kissed goodbye that weekend, her hug was so tight and her kisses so poignant and loving. She whispered in my ear, "I shall always love you. I shall always remember." Then she was gone.

Mel and I moped around for weeks and I gradually got over the sudden urge to cry without warning. Spaces that Joy had occupied in our thinking, our conversations or our apartment, gradually got filled with our own thoughts, comments and remarks, or our own possessions. Summer had started; Mel and I were working together full time again now that school had ended; I missed the third leg in our partnership.

Mel and I found not only solace in each other after Joy moved out, but also realized that we still loved each other dearly and now with all our hearts. We healed each other's pain over Joy's departure and then realized we were good for each other. We brought out the best in each other and pushed each other out of our comfort zones so we grew and expanded our thinking. As the days past, our happiness and laughter returned.

Mel went on a couple of dates in June, just to reassert her individualism to the Universe. I rolled with the situation, appreciating that I had to take her the way she was. I didn't think I'd have too much impact if I set out to change her.

Even though the two of us were skeptical of the 'institution', I proposed marriage to Mel on July 4th as we watched a fireworks display along the Scioto River. Mel accepted and that night jumped my bones with glee. Mel started to have cold feet about the whole idea of marriage from time she accepted my proposal right up until our unique ceremony. She even went on a couple more dates after she'd accepted, as though to prove to me that nothing had changed in her thinking. I just rolled my eyes and accepted the situation, hoping she had fun.

Mel and I talked a lot the rest of the summer about what we wanted our marriage to be like. Neither of us envisioned the traditional two-person relationship with the dominant man and the 'little woman'. We both wanted kids while we were young, so that after they'd left the nest, we'd still have many vital years ahead of us. Moreover, we recapitulated the tenets of what was now a four-year relationship. We were equals. We were open to other people in all ways and at all times, even when love and sex were involved, and we'd share whenever possible. Communications were the hallmark of our relationship with no subject taboo. In a crisis we would not accuse and blame, but rather support and find loving solutions. We would be flexible in whatever roles and directions our relationship and union took us. We would strive to provide peak experiences to each other as a couple and to each other as our lovers. We both thought of our relationship as making us more than we were as two stand-alone individuals; there was something greater there because we were together. 

Mel and I went to Joy's wedding in October. It was a very traditional ceremony and reception. Mel was the maid of honor and I was her escort.

Mel and I were married over Thanksgiving. I've never known of any wedding or reception like it, before or after. Mel and I wrote the ceremony and planned the event; it was all very New Age and somewhat 'hippie'. All the guests took an active and individual part in the ceremony. The whole thing was a very informal affair at a beach in New Hampshire with a big cookout afterwards; fortunately the November weather cooperated with our plans. Joy and Katie were there too. 

After that, I thought things would settle down; little did I know.

The story will continue. Watch for the posting of the 'Pixie and Katie' some time in the near future and if you haven't already, read 'The Loving Porn Queen' in my stories. Please enjoy, vote and comment.