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Three is a Prime Number

By: AltheaRose



"You don't mind picking her up?"

I could hear the tension in my girlfriend's voice. She was tied up at work with a mountain of claims to wade through. Stress was something she did not handle well. Her plan had been to just dash in on Saturday morning, wrap up a couple things so she could take the following week off from work. Her original plan was to be at the airport by noon. The surprise was that her boss had dumped a load of new claims on her desk and added a sticky note that requested Phoebe to review them and have them ready for Monday.

"No, not at all," I said. "The only problem is how will I know her?" Phoebe's old roommate from college, whom I did not know, was coming for a visit. 

Now that I look back on that day, I wonder if I could ever have imagined how well I would come to know Phoebe's friend.

"How about you hold one of those little signs like the limo drivers use? I can text Abby and tell her to look for the handsome guy holding up her name."

"Aw, shucks, you think I'm handsome," I said.

"Well, compared to the normal bunch of scruffy limo drivers, you are."

"Okay, should I just put 'Abby' or her last name?"

"I think 'Abby' is just fine."

After we hung up, I finished cleaning our apartment. Since Phoebe was already stressed to the max, I offered to make sure things were taken care of at home. Ever since Abby accepted Phoebe's invitation, my girlfriend seemed to be more on edge than usual. I had to tend to a dozen little things that needed fixing. Phoebe bought new bedding, washed and ironed them and made the bed up to look like a photo from a magazine. I didn't know you could put so many pillows on one bed.

She was rearranging the mountain of those pillows last night when I mentioned all the fuss she was making.

"I just want to make Abby feel at home," Phoebe said.

"What? Does she live in a palace?"

"No, it's just that I want her to feel...you know, like we're happy she's here."

"Hey, she's a friend of yours. So, if you're happy she's here, I'm happy. I'm looking forward to meeting her."

"You'll love her, Jamie. She is so much fun. I can't believe I haven't seen her in over 12 months. I know the two of you will get along great. Promise me, you'll love her? Please, please!"

That was so typical Phoebe. She wanted everyone to get along, have no tension and just be happy. Even if her friend was the bitch from hell, I was going to let Phoebe think that I was the happiest man on earth to have her visiting .It would only be a few days, after all. I guess I would soon find out if I would regret making this commitment.

"Phoebe, not to worry. Really. And, you've got this place looking great," I said. It was true I had lived in this condo for two years before I met Phoebe. When she and I decided to move in together about a year ago, she immediately spruced things up. Her latest effort made it look really good.

After finishing washing the kitchen floor, I put all the supplies away. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I walked out in the hall to get a clean towel from the linen closet. I realized that I would be changing my habit of walking around naked while Abby was visiting. Also, at least once a week, one of our favorite games was for the first one home in the evening to strip and greet the other in the nude. This game almost always led to a quickie and it wasn't always in the bedroom. That would just be another thing on hold for the coming week. As I stood naked and looking into the living room, I remembered one of the most erotic surprises Phoebe gave me.

*** 

I exited the elevator and saw a piece of paper taped to the condo door. I walked up and read it. Phoebe asked me to knock and not come in. I imagined she had something special planned, so I readily complied.

After rapping on the door, Phoebe called out. "Who's there?"

"Phoebes, it's me. What's up?"

I thought I could detect she was using the eyehole to look at me. 

"Is there anyone with you?" she asked.

"What? Of course not. Open up."

"Is there anyone in the hallway?"

I looked around and confirmed I was alone in the hallway.

"Strip," was the one word she spoke.

"What?"

"Strip and put your clothes in a pile."

This was new territory for us, but I figured it would be worth it. I removed my suit coat, folded it and placed it on the floor. Next came shoes and socks. I undid my tie, removed my shirt and undershirt and stacked them on top of the jacket. Looking around to be sure I was still alone. I quickly shucked my pants and underwear in one swift motion. 

"Let me in, Phoebes."

"Still no one out there?" I told her no. 

"Take your tie and blindfold yourself."

"What's going on? This is insane."

"Do it or just get dressed and go out and eat alone."

My curiosity was at its highest level, but I was beginning to get a little pissed. It was rare for Phoebe to be so assertive in our sex life. Still my half hard cock told me this new tactic was working. I figured I'd go along for a little while at least.

I took my tie and secured it around my eyes. If I looked down, I could see the floor, but that was all. Well, I could see my dick as it steadily lengthened.

"Step back and let me make sure you're nude," she said through the door.

I backed up and waited.

"You look good, Jamie." I heard her giggle and then the door opened. She grabbed me by my dick and pulled me into the apartment.

"Don't move and do not take off that tie." I remained standing in our living room as I heard Phoebe gather my clothes and shut and lock our door.

"Trust me, Jamie. Okay?"

"I trust you, Phoebe," I said, but I was having doubts. 

I sensed her move behind me. Her naked breasts pushed into my back and my dick went to full mast. Next her hands were placing something over my tie. It felt like cloth of some sort, maybe one of those sleeping masks. Just as she was adjusting it, a pair of lips captured my dick.

"What the fuck?" I yelled and reached for the mask. 

"Leave it on, Jamie. Trust me."

Phoebe and I had our fantasy discussions about a three-way, but I never thought it was more than that. Now as my girlfriend pressed her hard nipples into my back and toyed with my own nipples, there was another mouth swallowing my erection. My senses were quickly overloading.

Without a word, Phoebe broke contact. The next thing I knew two mouths were working on my erection. As one mouth took me deep inside, another moved between my legs to caress my balls with a tongue. I wanted to rip off my blindfold and see who the other woman was.

I think Phoebe knew what I was thinking because she warned me to remain blindfolded or this would all end. 

Now two tongues were running up and down my shaft. I was sure that when they met at my tip they played with each other. Then the two mouths rotated taking me deep. Each had a different technique, but the result was I was speeding to a climax.

"Not yet, Jamie," said Phoebe. Both mouths abandoned me and I thrust in vain to try to establish contact with something warm.

A hand grasped my erection and led me forward. I stopped when I bumped into a body. A hand moved my head down and I found a soft breast pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth and took a hard nipple into my mouth. I knew it was not Phoebe's. This breast was small. I soon had the entire breast in my mouth as I sucked hard. 

Suddenly I felt a head next to mine and realized that Phoebe was doing the same thing as I to the other breast. She had told me that she had bi- experiences in the past. Now, I was part of this new bi-experience.

The other woman moaned softly as we each played with a breast. Her nipple was stiff and I teased it with my tongue. Pulling back, I sucked hard on the nub and then used my teeth to trap it and pull. A gasp escaped the unknown woman's mouth. I bit down gently and she grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me back. I did not let loose and tugged her breast.

I heard a breathy, "Fuck" as her breast stretched out. When I felt it was as far as it could go, I released her nipple. She gasped again.

Phoebe took my hand and moved it to the woman's sex. I was pleased to find a smooth and wet area. Phoebe guided my finger inside and then I felt hers join me. We moved together and the unknown woman's hips responded by pushing forward. Her groans became louder. 

Suddenly Phoebe tugged our fingers free. "Kneel," she ordered. I dropped to my knees and could smell the arousal of this woman.

I felt Phoebe next to me and she guided my face to the smooth pussy. Immediately I began licking. The woman thrust her pubis forward and her liquid covered my face and chin. I used my tongue on her hooded clit and then felt Phoebe's fingers push the hood aside. I took the clit in my mouthed and sucked as hard as I could.

"Oh, fuck, yes," was the breathy whisper that came from above us.

Phoebe said, "My turn." She moved my face away and her cheek brushed mine as she moved her face in between the unknown woman's legs. I wanted to tear the blindfold away to watch my girlfriend pleasure another woman. Phoebe distracted my by taking my hand and placing it below her chin at the woman's opening. I pushed a finger, then two, inside and pumped as Phoebe licked. Rotating my wrist I searched for the woman's special spot. When I heard a whimper, I knew I found it. I rubbed while Phoebe licked. The woman was pushing hard against both of us and her breathing had become ragged.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. I felt her vagina contract and a strong stream of hot liquid ran over my hand. Phoebe switched from sucking to licking and I imagined her gathering this sweet flow onto her tongue. She confirmed my thought as her face mashed to mine and her tongue shared the thick liquid. We kissed and then she sucked my fingers clean.

Before I could even take in that we had just given this woman an orgasm, Phoebe pulled me up. She turned around and as my hands held her hips, I felt her bend over what I assumed was the back of the couch. The other woman once again sucked my cock and made sure I was rock hard. She then took my cock and guided it to Phoebe's opening. As soon as I felt the warm, wet welcome, I pushed forward and slid all the way in. Phoebe's groan assured me of her desire.

Not caring that a woman I did not know was watching, I began to move steadily in and out of my girlfriend while holding her hips. I picked up the pace and Phoebe encouraged me by pushing her ass back to greet me.

Suddenly I felt small breasts pushed against my back. A hand snaked underneath to cup my tight balls that were nearing explosion. Her other hand started rubbing Phoebe's cleft and clit. It withdrew from Phoebe and I felt a finger at my anus. Slick with Phoebe's secretions, the finger slipped past my sphincter and went fully in. I was already close to coming and this only hastened me toward my release.

Phoebe begged me to hold on since she was also close. I slowed my tempo and then Phoebe said, "Now."

I plunged as hard as I could. When I heard Phoebe cry out, I felt the finger push against my prostate. I came as hard as I ever had in my entire life. I felt my very essence was shooting into my lover. I kept pumping, Phoebe clenched my spilling cock, and the finger maintained its assault on my prostate. Within seconds I was drained and slid out of Phoebe. My cock was going limp as was my entire body. I slumped to the carpet and rested my back against the couch.

I felt lips around my cock, cleaning me of the combined orgasms. I ran my fingers through short hair that I knew was not Phoebe's. As the tongue wiped away the last remains of my eruption, I recognized the signs of life returning to the fallen soldier. The warm mouth kept working and I was even shocked to feel the erection form in her mouth. I groaned as the mouth went away and my wet cock was left alone. My disappointment disappeared the moment I felt a condom being rolled over my erection.

A body straddled my thighs. As a hand guided my erection to a warm opening, I felt Phoebe pressing her mouth to mine. "Enjoy this," she said and kissed me again. Phoebe kept her arm around me as the unknown woman worked herself up and down. Phoebe moved my head until I felt a small breast brushing past my lips. I took hold of one breast and sucked it into my mouth.

The women responded my riding me harder and faster. As her breathing became ragged, I cupped my hands around a small, tight butt. She was now moving so fast that I dare not continue to try to use my mouth on her breast for fear I might bite her and do damage. Her hands rested on my shoulders and after using them to gain leverage to lift, she plunged down letting her full weight drive me deep inside her. 

As she let out a series of "Yes, Yes, Yes", she pounded down one last time. I felt her vagina close around my cock and sensed the orgasm moving through her body. Her head came to rest on my forehead. I could feel the sweat running off her. 

"Let me help you up, honey," Phoebe said. I could tell she was assisting the woman to stand. I was completely exhausted and thought I would close my eyes for just one second.

I awoke with a start later to find my blindfold was gone. I was on the floor, my head on a pillow from the couch and a light blanket over me. I opened my eyes to see Phoebe looking down at me.

"Welcome back." She smiled and sat next to me.

"Phoebe, what...who..."

"Happy birthday, darling. I love you."

I had forgotten that my birthday was two days away. I had just received a present that surpassed all others. Phoebe stroked my hair. "You liked?"

"I love you, Phoebe. Yes, I liked. But who was..."

"Some surprises should have a mystery in them," she said. "She is a mystery woman for you."

"But, the two of you..."

"Yes, that was sort of a bonus for me. Let's say it was a gift that had many dimensions."

I pulled her down to kiss her lips. "Are you and she...?" I couldn't finish the sentence.

"This was a one-time thing for all of us, Jamie. Just enjoy it."

The truth is I did enjoy it.

*** 

I glanced down and chuckled at my erection. Even the memory of that special night was enough to get me hard. I tried to get Phoebe to tell me more about her bi-sexual background. She would just say it was part of her life. I guess if her inclination would lead to additional nights like the one with the unknown woman then I probably would not complain.

I showered but did not shave. Old friend coming to visit or not, I liked not having to shave on the weekend. My law office was still fairly conservative and we wore coats and ties all the time. Facial hair was not forbidden, but was unofficially discouraged.

By eleven-thirty I was pulling into the short-term parking lot at the Manchester-Boston Regional Airport. Retrieving my hand lettered "Abby" sign, I was standing next to the baggage carousels by noon. Fifteen minutes later the first rush of passengers started filtering by.

Phoebe told me to look for a tall blond. A few women fit that description. I was looking around when I heard my name.

"Jamie?"

I turned to find myself looking directly into the eyes of a beautiful woman. She was about my height and her blond hair was cut quite short.

"Abby?"

She smiled and I extended my hand. She brushed by it and hugged me. I was taken aback by the strength of her hug and enjoyed the brief contact of her soft and firm breasts pushing into my chest.

"Thanks for picking me up. God, Phoebe wasn't kidding when she said you were handsome." I was wearing a blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, khaki shorts and boat shoes. I guess I had that scruffy look working and my blond hair was tussled from driving with the top down.

I colored slightly. Remembering how girls talked, I suspected Phoebe had shared some of her thoughts about me.

"Did Phoebe describe me to you?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's what's so confusing," I said.

"Why?"

"I'm still looking for the wart on the end of your nose and the hump on your back."

Abby laughed out loud and hugged me again. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

I took her rolling bag as Abby walked over to the carousel that had just started moving. She pointed to her bag and I hauled it off. I managed the large bag, while she took the smaller one. We headed off in the direction of the garage. Abby slipped her arm through mine and said, "Okay, give me the full bio." We had to break apart as we approached the escalator taking us up to the skywalk connecting to the garage.

I let Abby go first and found myself looking at her rear as the stairs moved us along. She wore tan slacks that fit snugly on a well-shaped bottom. For a tall woman, she had a roundness that I found appealing. I chided myself for checking out Phoebe's friend, but it was a pleasant view. As we neared the top, Abby glanced over her shoulder and saw where my gaze was focused. I looked up and she smiled.

Going over the skywalk, she moved alongside and again slipped her arm through mine. "Enjoy the view, Jamie?"

I smiled and looked at her. "Busted."

"You're cute when you blush."

I wanted to change the subject away from my blatant ogling of her butt. I picked up our previous conversation.

"You mean all the time you two spent talking, Phoebe never gave you my background. I'd have thought by now you'd know the color of my underwear."

Abby squeezed my arm, "The color yes. The size, well, that's something that's not clear."

I turned to look at her. She smiled and added, "Yet."

Wow, this woman knows how to flirt and I found myself enjoying it. 

After stowing her bags, I put the top up on my car. It makes it easier to talk without the wind turbulence. After navigating out of the parking lot, I filled Abby in on my life to date. Thirty-three years old. Graduate of Brown, Harvard for an MBA and University of Virginia for law school. No siblings. No marriages. Junior partner with a major law firm in our city.

"Brown, Harvard and UVA," said Abby. "Impressive."

"Not really," I said. "How about you?"

"Well, you know about the Smith part. That's where Phoebe and I met. I got my MBA at the Tuck School at Dartmouth and now am working for Arthur Abbott consulting in Chicago. And, of course, Phoebe and I are the same age—26."

"That's impressive. AA is top of the field."

"Well, I think they needed a few more women to meet their equal opportunity quota and I just happened to have been available."

"I doubt that's the reason. Phoebe says you're the second smartest person she knows."

Abby looked at me. "Second smartest?"

I grinned.

"Of course," she said and slapped my thigh. "I defer to the Ivy League."

"Just kidding. Abby, your education is impressive. And, your graduate degree is Ivy League." After a pause, I added, "I guess I'm just smarter."

"Ooh, you'll pay for that one, Frat Boy." I turned to glance at her. Her blue oxford cloth shirt was gaping at her chest. I could see the swell of her breast as it entered her soft bra. Her chest was not huge, but it complemented her lean physique. I estimated her breast would comfortably fit in my hand. For the second time in a couple minutes, I found myself checking her out.

"What makes you think I was in a frat?" I said to try to shake off the mental image I had of her breast as it swelled through the gap in her shirt.

"Duh, Brown, Harvard. Hard not to be in one."

"Okay, but we were all dedicated students," I deadpanned.

"Dedicated to what? Mooning out of your frat's windows? Marathon beer games? Preying on young underclass women?"

"Ouch!" I said. "'Preying' might be a bit strong."

"Really!"

"Yeah, we like to regard it as supplying real life education in all matters of advanced socialization and engaging in social metrics."


Three is a Prime Number Ch. 02



My girlfriend's old roommate and best friend arrived for a visit. On the first night at our place, my girlfriend, Phoebe, told me that she and her old friend, Abby, had been lovers and wanted to pick up where they left off more than a year ago. I was now trying to figure out if I was losing my girl or if the three of us were moving toward some new three-way relationship. The women left for a night at an inn in Maine and I was on my own.

After sending the women on their way, I walked around my condo feeling more than a little lost and frustrated. I wondered if Phoebe would return as my girlfriend or as my former girlfriend.

Like any decent lawyer the solution to most problems is racking up billable hours. Arriving at my empty office, I immersed myself in client matters and allowed my mind to focus on something besides confusing relationships. I received a couple texts from Phoebe announcing their arrival in Maine and then that they loved the room and the view was awesome.

By the time I took a break, it was almost 6:30 and I was starved. As I thought about dinner I engaged in self-pity thinking how I had to eat alone. The girls were having a first-class meal in a quaint inn and then going to their room for hot sex. I felt I was entitled to indulge myself a bit. The image of Regan and Angie in their bikinis popped in my mind. Yesterday at the beach we met these two college girls. Abby punked me by pulling my bathing suit to my ankles and letting them see me naked. That unintended flashing still gave me a thrill. The girls laughed it off and made a joke at my seriously shriveled manhood by nick-naming me "Snail Man."

I made up my mind to go to the restaurant where they were working. Maybe a little flirting on my part would even the imbalance I was experiencing with Phoebe and Abby being together. So, with some ego-bolstering in mind, I pulled my car out of the garage and headed south.

I pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant about a half hour later. I asked the hostess if the girls were working. She said they were and I requested to be seated at one of their tables, preferably on the deck. I was taking a sip of water when Regan stopped at my table.

It took her a second and then she smiled. "Snail-man!"

I laughed and said hello. Maybe this would not be the ego-boost I was seeking. They only knew what they had seen in the cold Atlantic-a limp little lump. 

Regan excused herself and said she'd be right back. In a minute she returned with Angie. They both stood grinning at me.

"Where are the ladies?" Angie asked.

"York."

"And you're here because...?" Angie followed-up.

"I had some work and they needed some time by themselves. And, well, I needed some Jamie time."

"That is so cool," said Regan. She looked up and saw the manager looking their way.

"Hey, gotta run," said Angie. "Maybe we can catch up later. We're off at 8 tonight."

I nodded and ordered a Shipyard Monkey Fist IPA. Regan returned in a few minutes with a tall schooner of the dark brew. I ordered the "Fisherman's Broiled and Boiled Platter" and told Regan to bring another beer the next time she passed by. As I enjoyed my beer, I looked out at the Atlantic. Many of the daytrippers had already left. The beach was now populated by couples with dogs. People were walking the beach as the tide had receded. The setting sun placed the deck in deep shadows and illuminated the beach. The wind had calmed and a perfect beach day slowly wound to an end along the New Hampshire coast.

Regan dropped off my second IPA and I could feel the vague tingling effect of the first as I took down a long pull. Angie stopped by after taking an order from the couple at the next table. She asked about my work. We chatted for a short time before Regan arrived with my dinner. I asked for a third beer. 

Regan took my order and said she hoped I wasn't driving tonight. I laughed and told her I would be just fine.

The combination of scallops, shrimp, cod and lobster was excellent. The accompanying coleslaw and rice pilaf added a good balance to the meal. I ordered a Chardonnay to have with my meal. I was all mellow as the last bite of lobster slid down my throat along with the final swallow of wine. 

Regan cleared and asked if I wanted anything else. I asked for coffee and a glass of Glenmorangie neat.

She bent over to speak into my ear. "Jamie, I can't serve you that if you're driving. My ass would be in serious trouble."

Letting the alcohol take over my better judgment, I said, "Well, we'd better not let anything happen to that sweet ass." I patted her butt and then pulled my car keys out and plopped them in her hand.

"How will you get home?" she asked.

"Not my problem," I said with a smirk.

Regan shrugged, pocketed my keys and headed toward the back of the restaurant. Five minutes later I was sipping coffee and enjoying the heady aroma of the single malt scotch. Angie swung by and said she and Regan decided one of them would drive my car and the other would follow in order to get me home.

"In that case, please ask Regan to bring another of these babies," I said as I wiggled the nearly empty glass. Angie rolled her eyes and smiled before she disappeared.

At a little past eight, Regan said she and Angie were just about finished. I handed her my credit card and she returned with the bill. I added a 25% tip and gave her the receipt. I stood and took a second to steady myself. Angie slipped her arm through mine and led me out and down the stairs to the ground level. Regan had pulled my Z4 to the front. 

"Are you sure you can drive a stick?" I asked.

"Too late for that question," she said. "Climb in."

"Where do you live?" Regan asked.

"Not telling you," I said. 

"How can we take you home?"

"Don't want to go home. No one's there anyway." I was feeling smug with my answers. Of course if I were sober I would know I was just being an asshole.

Regan and Angie exchanged a look. "Where do you want to go?"

I looked at the pretty blond sitting in the driver's seat. 

"Let's go get a drink. I want to spend some time with two really cute ladies."

"Don't you already have really cute ladies?" Regan asked.

"Yep, but they're not here. You know what they say, if you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with."

"Thanks for that three decades old bit of wisdom," she answered. 

"I like the oldies," I said.

"Figures, given your age."

Regan chuckled and tossed her head. She had loosened her hair and it now flowed down to her shoulders. Looking at Angie she said, "Meet us at Hollis Street?"

"Probably the easiest," her friend replied and walked to her car, I assumed.

"What's Hollis Street?" I asked and wondered if I were slurring my words.

"Buckle up, Snail-man, and enjoy the ride."

Regan slammed it into gear and left a trail of rubber as she sped down Ocean Boulevard. She snapped into second and another chirp of rubber filled the night air. Any doubts about her ability to drive the BMW quickly vanished as my balls retreated into my shrinking scrotum when she took a turn at twice the speed I would have dared.

"Uh, guess you like going fast," I said.

"Fuck yes," she yelled over the wind. 

We were headed away from the ocean and in a few minutes I could see we were going toward Durham. "Are you taking me home with you?" I asked and noticed I was definitely slurring my words.

"Can't take you to a bar," she said and eased into fifth gear.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"You're drunk." The car tracked around a bend in the road and then shot straight ahead.

"I am not," I protested. "I admit to being a little high, but that's it."

"Okay, but we're still not going to a bar. They'd toss you out on your ass. Besides, we know most of the people working in the bars and we don't to ruin our rep. You can come home with us."

"Now we're talking," I said. "Think you two can handle me?"

Regan laughed. "Yeah, Jamie, I think we can."

The rest of the ride was a blur due to the speed and the fact that my head was spinning. Regan pulled the car into a driveway next to a grey duplex. A minute later a Honda Civic pulled in next to us. With a girl on each arm, we made it up the steps into their second-floor apartment.

The place was small but seemed cozy. The living room and kitchen were one open space. The furniture consisted of a couch, side chair, flat screen TV on a low table and a small kitchen table.

"Okay, let's have a drink," I announced.

"Think you might have had enough?" asked Angie.

"Just one nightcap," I said. "Let me fix you guys my patented margaritas."

Regan looked at her friend. "Just go with the flow, Angie." They stood on either side of me and I slid my hands on to two tight butts.

"How about concentrating on the drinks, Jamie," said Angie. She and Regan removed my hands.

Regan pulled out a bottle of tequila, one of Triple Sec and a large bottle of lime juice. I asked for a pitcher and she dug one out of the corner cabinet. As she was doing this I took a drink of the tequila from the bottle. Usually I am precise in making a drink, but tonight I sloppily poured the ingredients into the large pitcher. I stirred it, added ice and said we should go into the living room section. I had the feeling I was talking on and on, but I assumed I was also being charming. I took one last swig of straight tequila.

I insisted on carrying the full pitcher. I wondered how the night would progress from here. Maybe if I couldn't have Phoebe and Abby in my bed, I just might as well have Angie and Regan. I smiled at the thought of my sexual prowess. As I approached the couch I felt something was not quite right. The rest was pure black.

*** 

Why wouldn't that pounding stop? My eyes were shut and there was something covering my head. The pounding, I realized, was not coming from the outside—it was inside my head. I slowly rubbed a temple, but the pounding only intensified. Now, there was a ringing in my ears.

Torture. I was being tortured. Suddenly, the ringing stopped, but the pounding continued. I tried to remember what happened. I did remember drinking a Scotch and smiling a lot. Then, I recalled wind blowing over me and something blond whipping around.

God, the ringing in my ears was back. It was then that the first revelation hit me. The ringing was not inside my head, but was a phone. As I tried to concentrate, I recognized the distinctive ringtone I used for my office. 

I pulled the cloth from my head and both the pounding and ringing intensified. Added to that was my panic that my eyes were on fire. It took me a second to realize that it was just the light pouring in through a window. Slamming my eyes shut, I came to the second realization. I had no clue where I was.

The ringing stopped. I opened one eye and looked around. I saw my phone a few feet away next to the TV. It started ringing again and I knew I had to answer it since it was my office. I kicked off the sheet laid over me and came to my third realization. I was naked.

Wincing I stood and half stumbled to the phone. "Hello"

"Jesus, Jamie, where the hell are you? I've been trying to reach you forever."

I did not want to admit to my administrative assistant that I had no idea where I was. "What's up?"

"What's up?!" she cried. "You were scheduled to meet with Alice."

I now remembered that I had a meeting with our managing partner for this morning. "What time is it, Cassie?"

"God, Jamie, what's the matter with you? It's nearly eleven-thirty."

My mind was racing. Where was I and how could I have slept to this late hour?

"Can you let Alice know I was involved in some client work and couldn't get away to answer my phone to let you know I would not make the meeting. Reschedule for this afternoon. But, not before one."

"Chill, Jamie. Lucky for you she called early and told me to reschedule for tomorrow. I've been trying to reach you because I was worried."

"Thank God. But, I'm okay and I'll be in soon."

I ended the call and heard giggling. I turned to see two young women standing a few feet away. One was blond and wore a beater tee shirt doing a terrible job of hiding round breasts as her nipples kept peeking out while exposing a tight tummy and tiny bikini bottoms. The other was a brunette and was clad only in a tiny pair of black bikini bottoms. Her exposed breasts jiggled as she laughed. I finally came to the fourth and most telling realization. My cock was hard as a rock.

"Guess we'll have to drop the 'snail-man,'" said the blond, whom I now remembered was Regan.

"Definitely. I think we should call him 'Rod,'" said Angie. The two of them cracked themselves up and laughed, holding their stomachs.

I felt a wave of nausea hit me. "Bathroom," I barked.

Regan grabbed my hand and led me to the toilet. She closed the door and I prayed they did not hear me retching. Finally finishing, I stood at the sink and used my hand to scoop water into my mouth to rinse out the vile taste. I opened the door and walked back to the living room.

"Good morning. Sorry," I said. "Uh, why am I naked?" At least my erection had somewhat subsided. The brunette had donned a crop top shirt.

Angie smiled. "I guess you don't remember making a huge pitcher of margaritas?"

I started to shake my head but the pain stopped me cold. "No," I said.

"And then you must definitely not remember spilling the entire pitcher on yourself as you passed out and fell to the floor. You drenched your shirt, pants, underwear—everything. We took your clothes to wash them, put you on the couch and covered you up."

"So, I didn't, you know, try something stupid, you know."

"No, Jamie, other than passing out drunk, you were a perfect gentleman," said Regan. "Well, there was the grabbing of our asses and some slurred remarks about what you'd do to our boobs with your mouth. And, you did cop a feel of my boobs. But, otherwise you were a gentleman. I'll get your clothes."

She returned with a neat pile. I pulled my underwear from the stack and slipped them on. "Again, I am so sorry."

"It's cool," said Angie. "I guess having your girlfriend shack up with a woman might be a bit unnerving."

"I talked about that?"

They nodded in unison.

"I thought you said I passed out."

Regan nodded. "You did, but while you were mixing the margaritas, fondling our butts, grabbing my tit and lusting on Angie's boobs, you had quite a story."

I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands. Angie sat next to me. She handed me a tall glass of orange juice.

"Sip this. You need to get some sugar back in your system. Also, take these." She handed me three extra strength Advils.

I took the pills and leaned back. Sipping the juice I felt some strength return.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate it."

Regan sat on the arm of the couch. She stroked my hair. "No problem, Jamie. We didn't want you driving in your condition. I guess you needed to let off some steam. We're just glad it was us and not someone else."

"Me, too," I said. "I owe you guys."

"Not to worry," said Angie. "Do you think you can drive? You told the person on the phone that you'd be in the office soon. It's almost twelve. I imagine you want to get home, showered and dressed. You should hurry."

I quickly finished dressing. Giving each girl a hug, I thanked them again. I backed the Beemer onto the road. With a beep, I headed home. The sun was searing my brain even as I wore my shades. I wondered if I could pull myself together enough to make it into the office. At my place I showered, dressed and, hoping that I could hold it together, headed out to my office.

Cassie eyed me suspiciously as I walked into my office still wearing shades. She brought me a coffee and I greedily took a big sip, burning my mouth, but not caring.

She closed the door and stood next to me. "God, Jamie, pull it together. You can't let people see you like you're coming off a three-day bender. Did you shave?"

I rubbed my cheek and discovered I must have missed a couple spots. "Oops." She looked at my hands that had slight tremors.

Sighing, Cassie opened my desk drawer and pulled out the electric razor I kept there. My hand shook as I reached for it. Shaking her head, she turned it on and ran it over my entire face. The buzzing only aggravated my headache, but I said nothing.

"That's better. What the hell happened to you?"

"Long story, Cassie. Thanks for helping."

She pointed to a thick file on my desk. "That's the Webster file Alice wants to discuss. I did a short summary and put it on top. God, I hope you can pull it together by tomorrow." She spun around and left my office, softly closing the door behind her.

I opened the file and tried to read the contents. It was then I realized I still wore sunglasses. I pulled them off and almost screamed as the bright florescent lights hit my eyes. I was plodding through the folder when Cassie reappeared.

"Jamie, I think you need some undisturbed time to review all that material," Cassie said. She turned off the overhead lights and closed my office door. I made a mental note to send her a gift certificate for her and her boyfriend to have dinner on me.

I tilted my chair back, closed my eyes and willed the throbbing to stop.

It was almost five when Cassie touched my shoulder. I sat up with a start.

"Easy, Jamie. I thought you could go home now. It's really slow and people are filtering out. Get a good night's rest. See you in the morning." Even in our pressure-packed office, the lure of a perfect summer day made even the most aggressive attorneys grab a few hours of sunshine during the short New Hampshire summer.

I packed the folder into my briefcase and made my way to the garage. After arriving home I stripped to my underwear and crawled into bed. I awoke around seven feeling better. I found my briefcase and reviewed the material for tomorrow's meeting. 

I felt the pangs in my stomach and went to the kitchen to look for some food. Along the way I picked up my phone from the charging station where I parked it after work and noticed a bunch of texts from Phoebe. There were also some missed calls and two voicemails.

I fixed a bowl of Cheerios and scrolled through the texts. It seems she and Abby planned to stay in Maine and would be back late Tuesday afternoon. Phoebe suggested we all have dinner on Tuesday evening. The rest of the messages were asking if I received the earlier ones. The calls were from Phoebe, as was the voicemail.

"Jamie, I've been texting you, but you're not responding. Is everything all right? I can come home if you don't want me to stay another day. Please call me. I'm worried."

I dialed Phoebe. She answered on the first ring. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, fine. Sorry I haven't gotten back to you."

"But is everything okay? Are you pissed at me? You're not going to break up with me, are you?"

"Phoebe, relax. I went out last night and got wasted. I ran into the girls from the beach."

"Who?"

"Angie and Regan, you know, we met them at the beach and had lobster rolls together."

"Oh, yeah. Where'd you run into them?"

"At their restaurant. I went there to eat."

"Why there?"

I felt like screaming, "because I was depressed and pissed and wanted to flirt with pretty girls," but I didn't. 

"Just felt like seeing someone I knew," I said.

"You hardly know them, Jamie. We just saw them that one time. Right?"

"That's right, but, I don't know, I just didn't want to be alone. No big deal."

"Why didn't you answer my texts, then?"

"Look, Phoebe, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"No, Jamie, tell me. Did you sleep with them?"

My mind raced with possible answers. I thought of one possible response. "You're fucking your girlfriend, but I can't have some fun myself?"

In the end, I took a breath and said, "Of course not. Listen, I overdid it at the restaurant and they had to drive me."




Three is a Prime Number Ch. 02



"Drive you where?"

"Well, to their place."

"You slept at their place?"

"Yes and nothing happened. I passed out. End of story."

"Jamie, I feel that's not the end of the story. You're holding something back."

"Phoebe, I did not have sex with them. I did not sleep with them. I passed out. That's it. Then, I overslept and had a pissy day at the office. I'm sorry I never checked messages. Don't imagine things that didn't happen."

"Maybe I should come home," said Phoebe.

"No, stay. Have some fun. We'll have dinner tomorrow and we can talk all you want."

"What are you doing tonight?"

Shit, I thought, she's thinking I'm going back out with the girls.

"Nothing. Just relax, Phoebe. See you tomorrow. Say 'hi' to Abby."

"Okay. Bye. Love you, Jamie."

I probably waited too long to respond. "Me too, Phoebe."

I could hear her breath catch and then the call ended.

I was tempted to pour a scotch, but thought better of it when my phone buzzed. It was a text and I figured it must be Phoebe.

I didn't recognize the number and clicked on the message.

"Rod. Hope ur feeling better. If thngs dnt work out with those two, we know 2 girls who r happy to play. Could be lots fun. XXXO A n R. Nice cock, BTW" There was a picture attached. I clicked on it and was treated to a selfie of Angie and Regan topless and grinning.

"Fuck," I thought. "This is not good." I deleted the text without answering. For some reason, though, I made sure the phone number was in my contacts. I also kept the photo. It was times like this that I knew I could be a through and through asshole.

I guess this is what's called hedging your bets. I felt a bit of a shit for even thinking about it. But, then again, I am a lawyer and I'm trained to think of all possibilities. The girls were young, cute and, as far as I could tell, uncomplicated. The thought of a simple relationship built on hot sex was rather appealing. 

I went to bed still hung over and very horny.

The next day at work dragged on. My meeting with Alice, the managing partner, was a little frosty, but I was prepared for her questions about the client. In the end she was satisfied we were doing what the client expected. She did remind me that in the future she expected me to be in the office at a reasonable time. I guess the office gossip climate was alive and well.

At noon I went out and walked to the best restaurant in Portsmouth. I booked a table for three for that evening and bought a $150 gift card for Cassie. I picked up a salad at another restaurant and headed back to the office. After I ate at my desk, I asked Cassie to come in.

She arrived, notebook in hand, ready for instructions. Cassie was close to my age and had been my assistant for almost a year. She was the most organized person I had ever known. She kept track of every detail and reminded me about deadlines and other commitments. In addition, she had a great smile, a friendly disposition that made clients love her and was fluent in both Spanish and French. Why she liked working for me was a bit of a mystery, but I was not complaining.

The interesting thing was I was introduced to Cassie by Phoebe. Cassie was working at the insurance agency where Phoebe was a claims processor.

"She's going out of her mind with boredom," Phoebe said. She knew I was looking for a top assistant. "She's is incredibly organized and really smart. The management at my company thinks that a secretary can only do exactly what they tell her to do. Cassie has lots of ideas on how to make things better, but management just blows them off. I know she would be perfect for you. Why don't you at least interview her? And, she's really, really cute."

I agreed and Cassie proved to be everything that Phoebe said and much more. She learned things so quickly that I never hesitated to throw something new at her. I know that a lot of my success was attributable to having Cassie working with me. In addition, she was attractive and had a sweet disposition.

I asked her to sit and again thanked her for covering for me by not telling Alice I wasn't in the office. I laughed and told her that Alice did find out I was out until the early afternoon. 

"No problem, Jamie. You never do stuff like that. I was more worried than anything else. Don't sweat it about Alice, I happen to know she looks at you as a building block for the future of the firm."

I thanked her again. I was tempted to tell her why I was a no-show and my confusion about Phoebe and Amy. In the end, I felt it was better to keep my personal problems, especially sexual problems, to myself. Since Cassie and Phoebe are friends, it would be especially bad form to share with Cassie the details of our private life and struggles.

I handed her the gift card and said she should treat her boyfriend to a nice dinner. "And, Cassie, if this is not enough, let me know and I'll make up the difference."

She smiled and I thought for a second that she was going to come over and give me a hug. We never hugged. Finally, she thanked me and said how much she enjoyed working with me.

"Thanks, Cassie, I like working with you. You are the best assistant I could ever imagine. I probably don't tell you often enough how much I appreciate all you do. And, I do not plan to repeat yesterday's incident. Now, Come give me a hug."

Her radiant smile told me I had made the right decision. She closed the distance and I let her come into my arms. I felt her small breasts push into my chest for a second. She said into my ear, "Really, thank you, Jamie. You are the best."

"Well, as I said I think yesterday was a one-time only incident."

"Jamie, I have your back. Thanks for saying those things. I think I'm the luckiest admin in the firm. I have to listen to the other girls bitch about their bosses. I just sit there and think what a good team we make."

I could see something cross her face. "Jamie, I didn't mean to imply that we are like equals on a team. I know that you..."

"Cassie, we are equals. I could not function without you.

I went back to work. Taking a break, I sent a text to Phoebe telling her about dinner reservations and suggesting I meet them there. I had packed a change of clothes that morning. The rest of the day sped by as I attended to a thousand details with clients. It was late in the day when Cassie stuck her head in.

"Jamie, I'm heading out. Do you need anything else?"

"Thanks. I'm all set."

"Didn't I see on your calendar that you had dinner booked for tonight?'

"Yeah. I'm taking Phoebe and her old roommate out." My iPhone synced with our office calendar.

"Well, it says the reservation is for seven."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Jamie, it's six forty-five."

I jumped up. "Shit," I yelled. 

"Is there anything I can do?"

I thought. "Would you mind running down to my car. I have a hanger with pants and a shirt on the passenger seat. I don't want to wear a suit tonight. I'll use the men's room to freshen up."

I tossed her my keys. I went into the bathroom and stripped to my white boxer briefs. I did a quick rinse off in the sink. We stocked the room with all the necessities and I used them to apply fresh deodorant, brush my teeth and was brushing my hair when Cassie appeared in the mirror.

"I think you might be pushing office casual a bit far," she said. I could see her eyes dipping to my briefs.

"Sorry. Hell, they're only underwear."

"Yes, and as the name implies they are something that is designed to be worn 'under' something." She laughed and I knew she was just kidding. "Seriously, though, Jamie, I can see why Phoebe is always happy."

Our eyes met in the mirror and we each grinned. I turned and reached for the hanger. Cassie looked down. The briefs did a poor job of disguising what was underneath.

Cassie continued to stare then and nodded her head.

I looked at the bulge and noticed I could make out the shape of my shaft and even the thick head. There had never been an ounce of sexual tension between us before. Standing there as close to naked as I was, I felt myself reacting to Cassie's stare. 

In addition to being a great person, Cassie was terminally cute. She was dressed as usual in conservative clothes. Her blouse hung straight over her chest. Judging from today's and previous outfits, I knew she was modestly endowed in her breasts. It hardly detracted from her appeal. She kept her dark hair cut short and smartly styled. She often wore slacks, but in the warm weather opted for skirts. Never too short, they did highlight her toned calves. Deep blue eyes demanded attention as the rest of her face contributed to the most used adjective for Cassie—cute. Those eyes stared at my crotch.

My dick continued to grow and harden.

"Uh, guess I'd better get dressed now." My dick had almost fully hardened and now pushed against the thin fabric.

"Yeah, and make sure you have a permit for carrying a concealed weapon." She handed me my clothes and grinned as she cast her eyes down.

"Have a good time, Jamie. With that thing, I'm sure you will."

"Cassie, you're not going to say anything. I mean I'm embarrassed about being like this. This could be seen as sexual harassment."

"God, Jamie, I'd never say anything. And, I do not believe for a second this is any sort of harassment. We're both adults and you are not making me feel uncomfortable. I never felt you were being provocative. So, I caught you in your undies, no harm."

"Thanks, Cassie. I should have thought about getting undressed. It's just I am in such a hurry and I'm a bit nervous. And, as far as, you know, my, uh, arousal, I guess those things happen when a pretty woman is present."

Cassie smiled again. "Jamie, a girl can enjoy looking, too, you know. And, if that's because you think I'm pretty, well I am flattered. See you tomorrow."

For the second time since we met, she gave me a hug. I knew she must feel the erection pushing against her, but she didn't say a word. I thought she actually ground a bit against me. My erection pushed up and the top of my underwear pulled away from my body.

Turning her head toward me, she smiled and then kissed my lips. She seemed to hesitate and then I could sense her making up her mind. Her hand traveled the length of my erection. She eased her hand inside and I felt her soft fingers wrap around my shaft. "At least this time, Jamie, you didn't have to wear a blindfold." She squeezed my erection, kissed me passionately and stepped back.

She waved and left. My mind was frozen. How could Cassie know about that time in my apartment with Phoebe and the mystery woman? Then it hit me. For all the time she worked for me, Cassie never let on that she and Phoebe had given me the sexual highlight of my life. I wondered if the women awaiting me a short distance away would supplant that highlight with a new one.

I dressed and hustled out of the office. It would be quicker to walk to the restaurant than to try to drive and find a parking space. Arriving in the bar at seven fifteen, I saw Phoebe and Abby sitting on stools. They had what looked like martinis in front of them.

I hurried over. Phoebe stood and embraced me. Her body felt terrific pressed to me. I kissed her, tasting the gin and her lip gloss. 

"Missed you," she said.

"Yeah, missed you, too," I replied. I added, "A lot."

I turned to Abby. She had also stood up, moved to me, and put her arms around me. I looked at her face. She smiled and moved her mouth to mine. She, too, tasted like gin and the same lip gloss as Phoebe. "Although I missed you," she said, "it was like you were with us the whole time. I think you were about the only thing we talked about for two days. But, I must say having you in person is far superior." She smiled and kissed me again, this time running her tongue along my lips. 

I searched her eyes for any sign that she was playing me. I think she understood what I was thinking. She kissed me a third time. "Jamie, Phoebe missed you. And, yes, I missed you. That is a dead solid fact." She hugged me tightly.

As we broke, I noticed the young bartender staring. I thought, "Let him eat his heart out." I was with two beautiful women and I was loving it. Phoebe said our table was not ready. I ordered a scotch and sat between them at the bar.

"Have a good time?" I asked.

They nodded. "So, tell us about the night with the beach girls," said Abby with a wide grin.

I took a pull of my drink. "Well, it started out fine. I had a nice dinner at their restaurant. Then I might have had a bit too much to drink. After that I made a total ass of myself and acted like an idiot about how drunk I was. I was too drunk to drive, so they took me to their place."

"Why not take you home to our place?" asked Phoebe.

"Because I was being an obnoxious ass and insisted we go out for a drink. They knew better than to take me into a bar in my condition. I probably would have been tossed on my ear. I refused to give them my address. They figured it would be easier to go to their place and we could have a drink there."

"Okay, then what happened?" prompted Abby.

I felt as if I were being cross-examined by a team, although I did not sense any hostility. And, I knew how to handle a prosecutor.

I also coached my clients to just answer the question. Don't embellish; don't offer additional information. "Well, I tried to make some margaritas, but only succeeded in passing out. The next thing I knew it was the next day and my head was pounding."

"That's it?" asked Phoebe. "You didn't do anything with them?"

"Phoebe, I swear, I did not sleep with either one of them. I passed out. Besides, I wouldn't have done anything even if I didn't pass out." I didn't like how I was clouding the facts a bit. I rationalized that I never did more than a bit of touching and that definitely was not sleeping with them. Inwardly I laughed at how much of a jerk of a lawyer I was being. And, following my own advice I did omit the fact that they told me I felt their butts and boobs. Also, I did not feel it relevant to disclose I received a topless selfie from them with a not so veiled invitation to have the three of us enjoy one bed.

"Why did you go to their restaurant?" pressed Abby.

I finished my scotch and signaled for another.

"Okay, I was feeling lonely."

"Lonely, as in abandoned?" asked Abby. "Or, lonely as in you wanted to get laid?"

"Lonely as in I was by myself while my girlfriend was off in a cozy inn making love to a beautiful woman. Wallowing in that I was not going to have sex when you two were. Lonely as in wallowing in self-pity and doubt."

"Doubt?" said Phoebe. "About what?" Her expression told me she really did not understand what doubts I could have.

I finished half of my new drink in one slug. "About wondering if you were going to leave me for Abby."

That last statement hung in the air. Before anyone could respond, the hostess came to lead us to our table. We took our seats by the window and accepted the menus. The hostess took our orders for another round and told us our waitress would be with us soon.

The silence was growing heavy as we pretended to look at the dinner selections. Our waitress arrived and introduced herself as Melanie. She gave us our drinks and asked if we wanted to hear the specials. My mind was still in a cloud as she recited the choices. 

Abby ordered a half-dozen oysters on the half shell and a goat cheese walnut salad as appetizers to be shared. Leaving us to consider our dinner choices, Melanie went to place our order.

"Jamie, I do not want to leave you. You have to believe that," said Phoebe. "I love you."

"What about Abby?" I asked.

Phoebe sipped her martini. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I love her, too."

"Seems like maybe a choice is in order," I replied.

"Why?" she said as a tear gathered in the corner of one eye.

"Jamie, you remember what you and I discussed before we left for Maine?" said Abby.

I nodded.

"We talked a lot about that," she said. "I mean a lot. I told Phoebe about the job offer. I told her how I want to be close to her. I also told her I found you to be a most attractive man. I mean not only physically, but also, more importantly, as a person. I know we've just met, but I have good feelings about you."

Abby paused and placed her hand on mine. "I also told her that I wanted to include you in our relationship."

My pulse quickened as my mouth dried. I sipped some water.

"Did you tell her this as you pulled your tongue out of her cunt?"

Phoebe stiffened and Abby laughed.

"Jamie, that was crude," began Phoebe.

"No, honey, it wasn't," said Abby. "Actually it was quite accurate. Yes, Jamie, I had my face buried in her pussy a lot. But, you knew that was going to happen." I had to admit to myself that Abby was really in control of the situation and took my unnecessary aggressiveness and put me in my place. I liked her even more. She kept her focus and didn't let my petulance distract her. She would have made a good lawyer. I thought the way I'd been behaving that maybe picturing her as a lawyer was far from a compliment.

"So, when I told her about wanting to think about you and us, it was in the context that I definitely did not want to stop fucking her." Abby said this last part as Melanie had appeared with bread and a small bowl of olive oil. Her face was crimson.

"Uh, I brought some, uh..."

"Bread," offered Abby. Melanie's gaze was shifting between Phoebe and Abby. I could only imagine what she was thinking.

"Yeah, bread." She placed the basket and bowl on the table. "Can I get you three another drink?"

"Bring the wine list, please," said Abby. "And, Melanie, do you think Jamie would make a good lover?"

"Oh, jeez, I mean...I can't..."

"Abby, cut it out. Melanie, sorry you overheard part of a private conversation," I said. "Please don't let us embarrass you any further."

"Okay." Melanie went away to the hostess station and picked up the wine menu. She brought it back and handed it to Abby.

We decided and Melanie took our wine order as well as dinner selections. I only sipped a little wine because the earlier scotches were affecting me. I did not want a repeat performance from Sunday night. The appetizers helped absorb some of the alcohol.

We ate and steered clear of any involved discussions about relationships. Abby talked about the offer to move to the Boston office and we chatted about other plans for the week. After we finished our dinners, we opted out of dessert. I gave Melanie my credit card and she brought back the charge slip. I filled it out and waved her back over.

"Thanks," I said. "You were an excellent waitress and I apologize if we made you feel uncomfortable in any way." I had included an overly generous tip.

Melanie shook her head and smiled. "I don't know what you guys have going on, but I hope it works out for you. The three of you seem to really click. Good luck."

Back on the street the ladies took me by my arms as we strolled. I told them I wanted to get my car. Phoebe said they would meet me back at the condo. "I think we need to talk about all this," she said. Abby smiled and linked her arm with Phoebe's as they headed back to our condo.

I arrived home in fifteen minutes to find Phoebe and Abby settled on the couch, glasses of wine in hand. The open bottle and another glass were on the coffee table. I poured some of the white wine and sat across from them. 

"Don't want to sit between us?" asked Abby.

"I'm not sure about where I want to be," I answered. "Tell me about your time in Maine."

"Uh, you want to hear about Abby and me?" said Phoebe.

"Not the intimate details," I said, although on one level I was curious. "I mean about saying that you talked about me and relationships."

Abby took the lead. "Jamie, I've been in love with Phoebe for a long time. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I've been in love with her longer than you've known her. I pursued her heavily after college, but she wanted time to be on her own to try to build an independent life. I mean one not relying on someone else for validation. The few vacations we shared only served to convince me that I wanted her to be my partner for life. That's not to say we both didn't have sexual partners during this time. For me, every one of them failed in comparison to Phoebe."




Three is a Prime Number Ch. 02



We all sipped our wine. I had a million questions, but let Abby continue.

"I thought that after a while of being apart, she would realize how we were meant for each other. My fantasy was that she'd move to Chicago and we'd live happily ever after. Then, you happened."

"I'm not going to feel guilty about that," I said.

"Nor should you. I was frightened I was losing Phoebe, but she sounded so happy when she talked about you that I began to think that she and I were not meant to be."

"And, that changed when?" I asked.

"A year ago," she said. "You and Phoebe were just about to move in together. Phoebe came out for a visit. At first she wanted to talk about nothing but you. I listened, but, honestly, Jamie, I wanted to try to get her back. I seduced her like it was the first time. Poor Phoebes, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to give up without a full effort to keep us together."

"I know, Abby," Phoebe said, reaching out for her hand. "I let you seduce me. I loved you. And, I loved Jamie. Inside I was a mess, but being with you made me feel so good."

I had an epiphany as I watched them talking. It was finally so clear how much they cared for each other. My stomach sank as I feared I could never occupy as much of Phoebe's heart and soul as Abby did.

"Phoebe was in turmoil," said Abby. "I told her to take a year and devote all her emotional energy to you. We made a pact to meet after the year and then see if there was anything left between us. This is that meeting."

I looked at them, both aglow with passion.

"I guess there was something left between you," I said.

Phoebe nodded and Abby said "Yes."

"Phoebe, just so you know," I said. "I love you more than anyone I've ever known. I would be happy if we were together for the rest of our lives."

Phoebe turned pale. "Is that like a proposal?"

I laughed. "If it is, it's about the worst in history. I could imagine being married to you, but I have no clue where we stand." I looked at Abby. "Where any of us stand."

"Do we have to decide everything right now?" asked Abby.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean tonight or this week. Why don't we sorta leave the big questions unanswered and see what happens during the next couple days."

Phoebe looked at me, her eyes wide in expectation.

"Practically, what are you suggesting, Abby?" I asked.

"I'm saying that the three of us relax and have some fun. You said you cleared your calendar for the rest of the week. So, the three of us can just do some fun shit."

It sounded so simple. I was inclined to agree until I considered the sex part.

"What about sex?" I asked Abby.

"Hey, I'm all for it," she said with a grin.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I guess we could share," she said and squeezed Phoebe's hand.

"How would that work?" I was having a hard time envisioning any scenario that wasn't fucked up.

"I did some web searching and found a really cool B&B in Provincetown. I haven't been to the Cape in a long time and thought that someplace like P'Town would sorta be like neutral territory. Jamie, if we stay here we'll be in your condo. I think that will result in an imbalance in our relationships."

"So, let's say we go to the Cape. What's the expected outcome?"

I knew I was sounding like a lawyer, but Abby was sounding like a consultant working to bring all parties to agreement. 

"We see if there is any possibility that the three of us could form a relationship that meets all our needs." Abby looked at Phoebe and then at me. She added, "And all our desires."

"Desires," I repeated. "Is that another word for sex?"

"I hope so," she said and laughed. "It also goes deeper, though. I have a desire to make love to Phoebe. I assume you do, too. I also have a desire to see her happy. I have a desire to indulge in some voyeurism. I have a desire to get to know you more. There can be lots of desires, Jamie."

We all remained silent, considering the impact of what Abby just laid out. She was right in one way; I did want to make love to Phoebe. I needed to push her to see what the rest of her plan included.

"When you say voyeurism, do you mean you want to watch me and Phoebe have sex?"

Abby took a long, deep breath. She looked into Phoebe's eyes and then turned back to me.

"Yes."

That one simple word shot through my body like a bolt of lightning. I imagined Phoebe and me having a vigorous romp while Abby was in the room, or even in the bed. That thought stirred me and, of course, stirred something between my legs. I then realized that there was another side of this coin.

"And, you would want me to watch you and Phoebe have sex?'

Abby's gaze did not flicker. She said, "Yes, I would want that, Jamie."

So now it was all out on the table. Abby was trying to lead us to see if such an open relationship was possible. Could I handle watching the love of my life have sex with a woman? Could I overcome my natural jealousies and allow another person to be intimate with my lover? I had fantasized about this possibility since Abby arrived. Being faced with the reality of it, though, resulted in a small measure of cold dread seeping into my pores.

"What do you want, Phoebe?" I asked. She had been silent during this entire discussion.

Her eyes were tearing up and there was a blush spreading from her neck up to her ears. Knowing how she hated making anyone uncomfortable, I imagined her weighing every word.

"I love you so much, Jamie. I also love Abby. I can't possibly say if one love is greater than the other. I just know I want both of you. I get that I'm being totally unrealistic and, probably, super selfish. But, that's what I want. I want both of you. I want it all."

I finished my wine and set the glass on the table. I let my eyes travel from one beautiful face to the other.

"I guess that means we're going to Provincetown."

*** 

Phoebe slept in with Abby. I lay in my bed wondering what the next few days would have in store. As I drifted to sleep, I felt the emptiness of the bed. I desperately wanted something to fill this emptiness.

We took Phoebe's Audi A4. Not packing much meant we could stow our bags in the trunk without too much of a challenge. I offered to drive and the women agreed. When they both climbed into the back seat, I was a bit surprised. 

"Hey, what am I, the chauffeur?"

"God, I hope you'll be more than that," said Phoebe and giggled.

Abby handed me her phone and I plugged it into the USB connection. She leaned forward and selected a playlist. Soon a mixture of mostly female singers filled the cabin. I noticed that the first song was Melissa Etheridge. I caught Abby's eye in the rear view and she flashed a big grin.

I drove along listening to the music and the soft chatter of the women. Occasionally they would try to include me in the conversation, but they were mostly talking about things that related to their college days. My ears did prick up when Abby mentioned a protest they participated in. 

It was sort of a pre-cursor to "Free the Nipple". It seems that the women on campus went to a town lake beach to protest that only men could go topless. They all shed their tops and went swimming. Of course, the organizers had alerted the media and not only the local paper showed up but two Boston TV stations sent crews. The town cops were on hand to try to keep order. Wisely, the cops did not try to arrest them right away, but did tell them they needed to cover up or they would be arrested and booked. Other than one or two of the leaders, most of the girls did not want to push it too far and end up in jail. After a short stand-off, they put their tops back on. The TV crews filmed them before they covered up. The story ran with pixelated breasts, but you could sort of make out the naked ladies in the background.

Abby and Phoebe still laughed about it and how they all sat around their dorm room later and rehashed the day by voting on who had the best, the biggest, the whitest, etc. boobs.

"Bitch," said Phoebe, "you got the best boobs vote."

"Yeah, but yours were definitely the whitest. And, you tied me for longest nips."

The thoughts of these two women exposing their breasts made driving more enjoyable, although my erection made it a bit uncomfortable.

As we crossed over the Sagamore Bridge, Phoebe said she was getting hungry. I decided to keep on Rt. 6 and then cut over to Brewster for lunch. There was a neat little deli that had great sandwiches and soups. From there we would keep on Rt. 6a to Orleans. That route would take us by a lot of small shops and antique stores. Phoebe said she could wait the twenty minutes.

We pulled into the parking lot at the deli and went inside. We ordered and then went out back to the patio and sat at a table with an umbrella. Our waitress brought our food and drinks. We enjoyed the warm sun and picked up the conversation from the car.

"So, the two of you were campus radicals?" I teased.

"If you mean that flashing our boobs makes us radicals, then we plead guilty," said Abby.

"What's the big deal, anyway? God, it's not like no one has ever seen bare boobs," added Phoebe.

"I guess that thinking about bare boobs generically is different from seeing bare boobs on an attractive woman," I offered.

"So, let me ask you," said Abby. "When we were talking about this in the car, did it excite you? Were you imagining the scene?"

"Maybe," I said and tried to hide my grin as I drank my iced tea.

Phoebe poked me in the ribs. "I know that look. You got turned on, didn't you?"

"I might have enjoyed a pleasant thought," I admitted.

"Interesting," said Abby. "So, what turned you on the most? The general idea? The fact that Phoebe was doing it? That I was voted best boobs?"

"I think the answer is all of the above," I said trying to make a joke.

"So, you imagined what my boobs look like," Abby said as she finished her Rueben. 

"Maybe I wondered what made them the best."

Abby nodded. She looked around the patio. Abby sat facing the rear fence of the patio and there was no one between us and the fence. Looking over her shoulder and seeing that no one was paying particular attention, she pulled up her shirt and bra on one side and flashed me her left boob.

"Jesus, Abby," whispered Phoebe. "We're in public."

Abby smiled and ran a finger over her already hard nipple. "I didn't want to strain Jamie's imagination trying to picture my boobs."

I nodded and said, "Technically, I'm only seeing one."

Phoebe gasped and Abby laughed. She pulled up the other side of her shirt, exposed both breasts.

I know it's impolite to stare, but she was offering them for view. So, I stared. They were as close to perfect a pair as I had ever seen. Although not huge, her breasts were a nice round shape with no visible sag. Her dark nipples and small, pink areolas contrasted with the white flesh. I love Phoebe's breasts, but these were just bigger enough to make a difference. I was mentally debating whether they looked more kissable or suckable, when our waitress appeared at our table.

Her mouth opened as she stared at Abby. Our waitress was a tall and skinny girl. Her shirt showed no major bumps where her breasts were.

"Sorry," said Abby. "I was trying to make a point for him."

"Well, they are wicked awesome," said the young girl. "If I had a pair like that I'd never wear a freakin shirt, that's for sure. With my chest, no one would give a rat's ass to see them. But, uh, my boss might not appreciate them like I am. I think you oughta cover up. But, wait, can I take a picture with my phone?"

Abby laughed and nodded. The girl fished her camera out of her pocket and took a picture. "I am like gonna look at this a lot. They're the best boobs I've ever seen. I guess you better cover up now."

Abby repositioned her bra and let her shirt drop down. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm sure you have lovely breasts."

The waitress snorted. She looked back at the door to the deli. Sensing the coast was clear, she bent over the table, resting her elbows on the surface. Her loose-necked shirt fell open and allowed us to see inside. She had two tiny breasts topped by pink, puffy nipples. Even bent over at this angle, her breasts hardly had any shape to them. Still, I found them arousing.

"See, absolutely nothing to brag about," she said. We continued to look and I could see her nipples harden. 

"Joanie," I said, reading her name tag, "They're sexy as hell."

"Totally," said Phoebe. 

"I could imagine the fun someone could have playing with them," chimed in Abby. "I bet they are really sensitive."

Joanie ran a hand up her shirt and let her finger briefly fondle her right breast. "Yeah, they are. I love having them played with."

Abby reached out and took Joanie's right breast in her hand. Although she was touching her over the cotton of her shirt, Joanie let out a soft moan. I could see Abby teasing the nipples and Joanie's mouth dropped open.

"These are so sweet," said Abby. "I can't imagine anyone not loving to play with them."

A noise from the deli made her straighten up. "Anything else I can get for you guys?" Her face was red and her breathing was constrained.

We all shook our heads. "Thank you, Joanie," said Abby. "That was the best treat. You should feel really good about how you look. We all loved seeing your breasts." Phoebe and I agreed and told Joanie that we thought her breasts were also "awesome."

Joanie cleared our table before heading back in.

"Not your everyday lunch," said Phoebe.

"I'm not complaining," I said.

"Why should you?" said Abby. "You had a double dose of boob. What did you really think of Joanie's?"

"Without seeming like a total male asshole," I said, "I like boobs. I like all shapes and sizes. If I had to pick, I would definitely go for ones like you two have. I would take Joanie's tiny tits over some big double D's, however..."

"You mean you wouldn't want like Kate Upton's boobs available to you."

"Well, there are exceptions to every rule," I said and grinned.

Abby paid our bill and we piled into the car. As we pulled out onto route 6a, Phoebe continued the conversation.

"I feel bad that someone as cute as Joanie has insecurities about her body. Just because the male-dominated media try to tell us that only big boobs are acceptable, she thinks she's not sexy. Hell, we can't all have Kardashian genes."

"I never thought about it before," I said, "But it must be hard on a woman. I mean her main sexual identifier is always on display. At least with a guy when he's dressed, you can't tell if he has a big dick. And, I'm not equating a big dick with sexiness."

"Oh, feeling inadequate," said Abby.

"I'll let others attest to its adequacy," I replied.

"I'd give it an A Plus," said Phoebe.

"Well, it looks good," said Abby. "That's for sure."

"Well, we've covered boobs and dicks," I said trying to look at the women through my mirror. "What's next?"

"I think we can leave the topic of pussies to another time," said Abby. We all laughed as I made a pout face.

I let the women set the pace for the rest of the ride. We stopped at several little craft stores and a couple antique shops. We made minor purchases and enjoyed the time to wander through each store. We rejoined Route 6 and headed out to P'Town.

It was getting on to five o'clock as we reached P'Town. Phoebe pulled up directions on her phone and guided me to our B&B. It turned out to be a small inn not far from the center of town. We parked in the gravel lot behind and entered the yellow clapboard building.

A young man greeted us. Abby gave her name for the reservation. He checked his computer and said we had a choice.

"I see you booked one room with a king-sized bed," he said and quickly glanced at the three of us.

"Is that a problem?" asked Abby showing a slight edge in her voice. I sensed she was gearing up for a fight.

"Oh, not at all. We have two options. There is one room on the second floor of this building. It faces the street. It's a lovely room and has a nice, little bath attached."

Abby picked up on his description. "How little?"

He smiled. "Just has a single stall shower. But, the room is very nice."

"And, the other option?" Abby asked. I was content to let her take the lead.

"Well, that would be in the carriage house out back. The room overlooks the patio and, weather permitting, that's where you'll have breakfast. The room is about the same size as what we have in this building, but it has a deluxe bath."

"Meaning?" asked Abby.

"Ah, a quite large shower and a separate soaking tub. The tub is in the bedroom and the shower in the separate bath."

"By large shower, you mean..."

He smiled and said, "Perfectly suited to one, or more, people."

"Can we see it?" asked Abby.

He led us back out and across the parking area. We entered through an opening in the dense shrubbery to a cobble stone patio next to four round tables featuring umbrellas. There was a set of French doors leading into the ground floor of the carriage house. The owners had turned this space into a comfy common room with large couches and a wall of bookshelves, and, thankfully, no TV. There was a self-service bar and a powder room along the back. 

He led us to a set of spiral stairs that led to a landing on the second floor. There was only one room on this level. Opening the door, we entered into a large room. The back wall opposite where we entered had French doors that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the patio. From there you could look out over the rooftops of other houses and see the ocean in the distance. 

In the center of the room was a king-sized bed fitted out with a colorful comforter and lots of pillows. To the right of the bed was a gas fireplace and flat screen TV above it. On the left stood the white soaker tub resting on claw feet. It was modern in function with an array of jets, but it looked old fashioned and fit the décor of the room. Next to the tub was a door that led to a short hallway with closets on either side. At the end, we came into a large bathroom. A tiled doubled-headed shower occupied most of one wall and was enclosed by a glass door and panels. A double vanity was on the other wall. There was both a toilet and bidet.

Phoebe spoke first. "We'll take it."

"I thought you'd like it," the man said. I asked him his name and he replied, "Arch."

We followed Arch back to the lobby in the main building and registered. He went over the times for breakfast, gave us our key cards and wished us a pleasant stay. We gathered our luggage from the car and headed to our room.

Phoebe dropped her bag and ran and leapt onto the bed.

"This is awesome," she said. In a second Abby and I bracketed her. There was plenty of room for the three of us. Of course, we were just lying in one place. I wondered if we would feel the same when two or more of us were rolling around in search of sexual release.

"I don't know about you guys," said Phoebe, "But I'd love a soak in that tub."

"Think it can hold two?" asked Abby.

Phoebe grinned and said it was worth a try. I sat there wondering if this was really going to happen. Would these two women strip and get in the tub while I was in the room?

"Uh, maybe I should go downstairs, or something," I offered.

"Why, do you have someplace you need to be?" asked Abby. I shook my head.

"Then, stay and relax."

I decided to stay but knew I would not be relaxed.

Phoebe started running water into the tub. She saw a supply of products on a small table and chose some salts and added them to the tub. The salts released their fragrance in the hot water and soon the room was full of a subtle lilac aroma.

Phoebe pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. As many times as I had seen her breasts, I still felt a rush as they came into view. She cast a glance at Abby. Abby smiled and soon was also topless. Seeing her a few feet away and naked from the waist up was far superior to the flash she had given me earlier. Her breasts, now in plain sight next to Phoebe's, were awesome. I have no idea about sizes, cups and those sorts of things, but Abby's were fuller and rounder. Phoebe had dark. brown nipples while Abby's were more pinkish-red. Both sets seemed to be hard.




Three is a Prime Number



"So, you kept score?"

I looked at her. She wasn't smiling anymore. I thought I was suddenly driving down a track with disaster waiting at the end. I really liked the flirting and the banter, but I touched a nerve. I knew how important it is to Phoebe that Abby and I get along. Most importantly, I knew that having my girlfriend's best friend like me could be crucial to the Phoebe and me being together long-term. I had seen best friends ruin relationships and I didn't want that to happen to us. I did my best to get our burgeoning friendship back on track. 

"Abby, I'm just kidding. I never did anything like that. I really was a study nerd. Academics didn't come naturally, so I had to hump it all the time. As far as women, well, until senior year I had a total of two dates. Neither one of them was charmed enough to consider learning even the color of my underwear."

"And, senior year?" she asked, seeming to start to warm up again. At least she was continuing the conversation.

"Had a girlfriend second semester. Not serious for either one of us. We had fun, were each other's dates for the big social events and parted with whatever virtue we had when we met still intact."

"No shit?"

"Sad, but true. I think I was the only Brown senior still a virgin."

"And then?" Abby probed.

"And then, at Harvard I continued my social awkwardness streak. Finally, at UVA I met a whole bunch of Southern misses who wouldn't say shit if they had a mouthful, but who loved to screw."

Abby laughed and I joined her. 

"Long time coming, but I was making up for lost time."

We rode along as I pointed out various local landmarks. Abby asked general questions about Portsmouth. After a short silence, I asked if she were going to share her social history.

"Not while you're driving," she said. "I wouldn't want you to have a heart attack and drive off the road."

"Really," I said. "Now, you have me interested. How about I ply you with alcohol when we get home?"

"I never resist plying," Abby said and touched my forearm. The flirting finally started again.

We chatted about each other's work until I pulled up to our condo building. I pulled into the garage and unloaded Abby's bags while she carried her large purse. Entering the condo, she remarked on the charm of the converted warehouse. 

"This is nice, Jamie. What a great apartment." She walked to the bay window and admired the view of the Piscataqua River.

"Thanks. I've had it for three years. Since Phoebe moved in it looks a lot better. She has great taste."

"Yes, I can see that," Abby said and then let her eyes roam up and down my body.

"God, you are a flirt," I said.

"Raised in the south, so it comes naturally. And, you already know about southern girls." She grinned and tried to give me a seductive look.

"Uh, what I meant before is that only some southern girls liked to, you know..."

"Screw?"

I nodded. Was I in trouble again?

Abby walked by me on the way to the guest bedroom. She touched my cheek and said. "Actually, I think you were right the first time. All southern girls like that."

I thought "This is going to be a hell of a week."

Abby freshened up and joined me in the kitchen. I was preparing a light lunch of Caesar chicken wraps and a garden salad.

"Ooh, and he cooks, too," she said.

"Not much cooking involved in a sandwich and salad, but I do enjoy making dinners. Tonight, though, we will go out and celebrate your visit."

Abby munched on a cucumber slice and said it sounded like fun. "What other plans have you made?"

"Well, Phoebe was in charge of plans. If she can get her ass out of work, I think she wanted to go to the beach tomorrow. Then again, if she doesn't have to work on Monday, she had in mind that you and she could go up the coast and do some sightseeing and shopping in Maine. Other than that, you'll have to work it out with her."

"Sounds like fun," Abby said as I placed our food on the table. "But, you won't be with us."

"I gotta work on Monday and Tuesday, but I kept my calendar open for the rest of the week. If Phoebe's supervisor keeps her promise to let her have some time out of work, we can play tourist in Boston for a couple days. If you'd like, we could try to get to Cape Cod."

Abby finished a bite of her wrap. "I haven't been to the Cape since grad school. That would be great. Living in Chicago, I really miss the ocean. A big lake is just not the same as salt water and crashing waves. Just thinking of sinking my toes in the sand makes me warm all over."

"Then, how about a beer to cool off?"

"A man after my own heart," she smiled and placed her hand over heart, while cupping the breast lying underneath her shirt.

I opened a couple local craft beers and we enjoyed them along with the rest of our lunch. 

Abby offered to clean up and I called Phoebe to see what the situation at work was.

"I am freaking buried. If I get home before four, I'll be lucky. How's Abby?"

"Great. She's a lot of fun. We just finished lunch here at the apartment. How about if we walk downtown, grab an ice cream and you can meet us when you're free?"

"Sounds perfect. Let me talk with her?"

Handing the phone to Abby I took over drying the dishes.

Abby was animated and bubbly talking with Phoebe. She gave her the details of how I met her. She looked at me as she said, "He's really nice, Phoebes. And, not bad to look at."

I grinned and posed like a magazine model.

"He's a bit geeky, though," Abby said. She giggled as I exaggerated a collapse from my pose.

She ended the call and handed me my phone. "Says to tell you she loves you."

"Really?"

"You doubt it?"

"No, but she is not usually so expressive around other people," I said.

"Jamie, I'm far from other people." Abby looked at me with a strange smile.

We walked to downtown Portsmouth in about ten minutes. We bought our ice creams and strolled around the quaint downtown. Abby marked a number of stores she wanted to visit before she left town. We ended up sitting in Market Square and doing some serious people watching. Abby had a wicked sense of humor and had me laughing at her observations about the crowds moving along.

Around four my cell buzzed. Phoebe said she was finally finished. I told her where we were and twenty minutes later we saw her walking our way.

Abby jumped up and ran to her. They hugged and shrieked. After another extended hug, they broke apart and quickly kissed each other on the lips. I enjoyed seeing how much Phoebe loved seeing her friend. Arm in arm they walked back to me.

"Jamie, thank you so much for being such a good sport with Abby," Phoebe said after kissing me.

"Well, it was a huge pain, but I managed to endure it."

"He's cute, Phoebes, but an asshole."

"Oh, wait until you really get to know him," my girlfriend said.

"He's nice then?"

"No, just a little bit less of an asshole."

We all laughed. As a lawyer, I get a lot of asshole jokes. Unfortunately, they're not all inaccurate. I can be a bit abrasive at times. And, of course, I think my opinion is always correct. As I like to say, I may not be right, but I am always certain.

"Hey, how about this asshole buys some drinks before dinner?" I offered.

"See," said Phoebe, "He's getting better."

With me in the middle, each of the women snaked an arm through mine. We headed off to one of the bars along the waterfront. We grabbed a table and ordered beers and nachos.

"God, I'm starving," said Phoebe. "All I had all day was a granola bar and a cup of coffee. This beer will go right to my head."

"Don't worry, sweetie," said Abby. "Jamie and I will take care of you."

"That's what I'm hoping for," said Phoebe and then blushed.

After another round of drinks, we walked up the street to another restaurant and were lucky enough to score a table on the deck. As we sat looking up the river, a tugboat maneuvered its way into its berth on the pier. 

"This is really charming," said Abby. "I miss New England. Chicago is fun, but I feel isolated being so far from the east coast."

Phoebe rested her hand on top of Abby's. "Well, maybe someday you'll find work back here. Or, maybe find someone who lives here and convinces you to come back east."

The two women locked eyes. I suddenly felt like a third wheel, which is a strange feeling when it's your girlfriend sitting across from you.

Our waitress appeared and we ordered. All of us went for a seafood dish, and I asked for the wine list. I suggested a couple options, and the girls opted for a Pinot Grigio. With conversation flowing freely, we enjoyed the evening. We decided to leave Phoebe's car at work and walked back to our condo near Strawberry Banke.

I told them I was going to turn in early. In reality, I thought they probably wanted some girl time to catch up on what had happened since they last met. They put up token resistance to my plan, but did not try too hard to discourage me.

I was in our bedroom, having just stripped off my clothes, when Phoebe walked in.

"Hmm, maybe I should reconsider and go to bed now," she said as she let me pull her into my arms. Her closeness produced a predictable result.

"There's a standing invitation," I said and kissed her. She looked at my erection and smiled.

"Ooh, you make it hard to decide," she parried.

"Kiss me again like that and you'll find out how hard it can get," I said.

Phoebe giggled and reached between my legs. She tugged on the erection and sighed once more.

"Raincheck, babe?" she pleaded.

"Anytime. Go talk about whatever you girls talk about," I said.

"I bet Abby wouldn't mind talking about what I have in my hand."

The thought of the tall, pretty blond and my girlfriend discussing my dick made the topic of conversation jump. The thought of both of them doing more than just talking about my dick made my heart race. I recalled the erotic night when Phoebe shared me with the mystery woman.

"Ah, you like that idea?" she said and ran her hand slowly up my shaft.

"I like you touching me," I whispered.

"Mutual," she said and kissed me.

"I need to change," Phoebe said and stepped away. She looked down at my erection and sighed. 

She stripped to skin quickly. I love her body. She is about five feet five inches and well-proportioned. Her legs show the result of years of soccer with muscular, toned thighs. Topping them is a tight and round rear. I often spent a lot of time kissing and fondling her butt. As she turned to pick up her sleeping tee shirt, I once again lusted after her breasts. They are not much bigger than an orange, but always stand firmly on her chest. They moved seductively as she moved. Her dark nipples stuck out from her slightly darker areolas. Being a bit short-waisted, my eyes did not have far to travel to admire the thin dark line of pubic hair that ended at the top of her neat slit. I noticed she didn't add panties, but she usually didn't wear them to bed. It struck me as a little odd that she would go back out bare-assed under her shirt to be with her friend.

"Good night, Jamie. I love you," she said after a long hug and sweet kiss.

"Love you, too."

After Phoebe left our room, I climbed into bed, wincing as the sheet rubbed against my sensitized member and decided to pull the sheet off. I thought about masturbating, but decided to wait. Making love to Phoebe in a little while would make up for any temporary deprivation.

Fifteen minutes later I was reading a brief, a sure way to bring on slumber, when Phoebe appeared back in the room.

She was slightly flushed.

"Uh, babe, would you mind if maybe I slept in the guest room tonight?"

"Isn't Abby sleeping there?"

Phoebe nodded.

I may be slow, but am not completely brain dead.

"Oh," I said. I pride myself on snappy comebacks.

"I meant to talk to you about this before," Phoebe said. "I didn't know how to bring it up."

"Helluva time to do it now," I said, letting a bit of peevishness creep into my voice, "with a woman waiting in the other bedroom. That makes this more than a little awkward."

"Well, I did tell you when we first started going out that I had some bi- experiences. And, you know that special night for your birthday sorta included me and the mystery woman having some fun."

"Yes and you said that night was special, like in a one-time thing. And when you spoke about the past, Phoebe, it seemed sorta theoretical. Now, I think we're talking about reality. And, you never told me when you invited Abby that she was one of your 'experiences'."

"You know I love you, Jamie."

"Yes and I love you. But we are talking about you having sex with someone else," I said. After a pause with just silence between us, I said, "Aren't we?"

"Yes," Phoebe admitted. "But, it's not with another guy. And, it's not behind your back."

"So, is Abby like your girlfriend?"

"She's my best friend," said Phoebe. "And, well, a lover."

"This is a lot of shit to just drop on me. I thought I was your lover?"

"Oh, you are, sweetheart. You're the best."

"Then why are you telling me you want to sleep with someone else?"

"I know, this is kinda messed up," Phoebe said. "And, to be honest, I didn't think it would go this way. I thought the two of you would meet, get to know each other and you would see how beautiful and special she is. Then, I would sorta work around to talking about her and me being together in the past. Then I could discuss how maybe she and I could re-live some old times and that would lead to Abby and me in bed together."

"And, what happened with that plan?" I asked.

"She is just so fucking hot," Phoebe said. "I can't keep my hands off her."

Phoebe realized what she had blurted out. As her hands covered her mouth, she had a look of terror in her eyes thinking she may have crossed the line. Her insecurity was seeping out.

I said nothing for a bit and then I let a smile appear. I couldn't hold it back. Phoebe was so cute right now.

"Yeah, she is pretty hot. Come give me a kiss."

Phoebe crawled into bed and sprawled on top of me. She smashed her mouth to mine and soon our tongues were dancing. My hands were on her bare butt peeking out from her shirt and she was grinding on me. In a second my erection was moving along her sex. Maybe I could convince her that the best times were still in this bed, not in the guest room.

Phoebe rested her head on my shoulder. "Do you hate me?"

"To say I'm confused would be a great understatement," I said. "I am very confused. I hear what you are saying about loving me, but at the same time you are saying you want to sleep with someone else."

"But it's not a guy," said Phoebe, sounding a bit confused.

"That makes it better? Tonight I hear that my girlfriend is a lesbian and wants to fuck another girl in my condo." My anger was rising again and I was failing at holding it back.

Phoebe recoiled at the intensity of what I said. Her eyes began to brim with tears.

"I thought this was 'our' condo."

"Well, you moved in with me, so it was mine to begin with and I pay the goddamn mortgage." I hated the way I sounded, but couldn't seem to put my emotions back into a bottle. The asshole part of me was clawing its way out.

"I'm sorry I've upset you," Phoebe said.

I knew she did not do well with this type of confrontation. I was telling my brain to back off, but my anger got the better of me.

"Surprised me, you mean."

"Whatever," Phoebe said quietly. "Now, I've ruined everything. I'll ask Abby to leave tomorrow. Maybe I can get her a hotel tonight."

"Fuck that," I said. "I'll get a hotel. Then the two of you can share 'our' condo."

Phoebe started to cry. As angry as I was, I now felt like a total shit. In our relationship, I played the part of the strong one—the one who provided a safe refuge for Phoebe. She often let her insecurities take over and became almost fearful in dealing with issues. Now, I was not being her safe harbor. I was hurt, but I did not want to destroy Phoebe.

"Babe, I'm afraid I'm going to lose you. I don't want that, Phoebe."

"You're not going to lose me," Phoebe said between sobs. "Think of it as gaining a new sexy friend." 

I took a deep breath to try to quell my anger. I held her and rubbed her back. "Phoebe, I love you too much to just blow up everything. You have to admit that this is awkward."

She nodded as I spoke and I felt her head move on my chest. "Jamie, I love you, too. If this is too much, I'll stay here with you tonight and tomorrow we can all talk about it."

I cupped her head and asked her if that was what she really wanted.

"Jamie, I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Be honest with me."

I could feel her tears on my chest. Her words, when they came, were so soft that I strained to hear them.

"I want to be with Abby tonight."

I always encouraged Phoebe to tell me what she felt and not what she thought I wanted her to say. She was now following my advice and I had to deal with her honesty.

"Go. Go be with her and we can begin to sort this out tomorrow."

She lifted her head and stared at me, searching to see if I was sincere. I smiled and she moved her mouth to mine. "I love you so much," she said.

Slowly, she moved down my body and slipped her lips over my erection. I knew I should be offended that she thought I could be so easily thrown off course. As her lips glided up and down my shaft, I admitted I enjoyed giving up my anger. I guess Phoebe did know me pretty well. 

"Do you really still love me, Phoebe?"

"God, more than ever. Every day I love you more." She took me deep in her mouth. Obviously, most doubts about her affection for me quickly disappeared.

I enjoyed her attention for a minute or two. "That's enough. You don't want to go to Abby with penis breath. We still have a lot of sorting out to do, but I love you too much to just walk away. And, I am pissed that this is coming up at the last minute. That's unfair, Phoebe. Still, I think this is so strange that I can't even categorize where it belongs in a normal relationship."

"Maybe we don't want a 'normal' relationship," she said. "Maybe we can think about other ways to be together."

"Maybe," I said. "Go to Abby. Just don't break my heart."

"God, you are just the best, Jamie," Phoebe said while showering me with kisses. "I'll never break your heart because my heart and yours are the same."

"And, Abby's?"

"No rule says that three hearts can't be together."

"That will take some thinking, Phoebe. But, go. I love you."

I kissed her and she ran from the room.

As I lay there naked, with my boner pointing to the ceiling, I was totally conflicted. On the one hand, what man would say "yes" to having his girlfriend sleep with someone else - in the next room no less? On the other hand, what man wouldn't say "yes" to have his girlfriend sleep with a beautiful woman if it meant possibly being part of all that in the near future? My hand circled my dick and soon I had a great physical sensation to accompany my vivid imaginings of what was happening in the next room.

I was half-way to a most satisfactory conclusion when there was a rap on the door and it opened. Abby stuck her head in. She looked at my naked body, my hand on my erection and smiled. "Just saying thanks, Jamie. Phoebe always said you were the best and I agree. I, uh, see you have everything well in hand now. Love you." She closed the door.

In a second it re-opened. "Nice cock, by the way," and she closed the door.

"Well, that should break some ice among the three of us," I thought and kept stroking until I reached the satisfaction I was seeking.

*** 

I was up early on Sunday and was standing in the kitchen making breakfast when I felt arms around my waist. Phoebe kissed my cheek. 

"Morning," she said.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

She giggled. "Jamie, about last night..."




Three is a Prime Number



"Great old movie," I said. "Don't think I need to hear anything right now."

"Okay, but can I say 'thank you?'"

I turned and took Phoebe in my arms. "I love you, Phoebes. I don't think that you need to say 'thank you.'"

"Not many guys would feel the same," she said. 

"I'm not 'many guys'," paraphrasing the line Abby gave me yesterday. I now understood its meaning. "I can't control you. Hell, I don't want to control you."

"Still, I love you and love that you were so understanding," Phoebe said as she moved her groin against mine.

"Better chill the rubbing, babe, or there will be more than the sun rising this morning."

"You mean like what Abby saw last night?"

I laughed. "Yeah, exactly like that. I hope it didn't gross her out and put a damper on her libido."

Phoebe slipped her hand inside my boxers. "To the contrary, she liked what she saw. Abby is just like me in that we appreciate what both men and women have to offer."

As Phoebe's fingers embraced me through the fly of my shorts, I kissed her hard. Feeling the blood rushing in, I pulled away. "Need to stop now. Really."

"Okay," Phoebe said. She pulled her hand out and we kissed again. "Watcha' makin'?"

"Pancakes, eggs and sausage. She's not vegan or anything."

Phoebe smiled and pulled my dick from my boxer briefs. "Oh, no, she'd love a good sausage." She bent quickly and took me in her mouth. I had to push her away immediately or I would have lost the will to do so.

"I'll go tell her breakfast is almost ready," Phoebe said. 

As I was putting the food on the table, Phoebe and Abby walked in. 

Like Phoebe, Abby was wearing a long tee-shirt. I wondered if she were also naked underneath.

Abby looked me up and down standing in just my underwear. 

"You didn't have to get all dressed up on my account," she said.

"After last night, this is considered dressed up. And, did you ever hear about waiting to be invited in a room before opening the door?"

"Of course, I've heard about that. But, then I might miss out on all the good stuff." She looked at my crotch and said, "The really good stuff."

I laughed and told them to sit. I was right. Her intrusion last night did break the ice and we all seemed comfortable with each other. Although I was still stunned by Phoebe's actions, I could see that Abby was a good match for her as well. I felt that Abby was a strong person and could be a safe harbor for Phoebe and her insecurities. Trying to push all those thoughts aside, I joined them at the table. We ate and discussed plans for the day.

"The weather is so nice, I'd like to go to Jenness Beach," said Phoebe. "We could hang out on the beach, take a walk and maybe go down to the Plum for lobster rolls."

Abby said she was all for that. "Will you join us?" she asked.

"Thought this was ladies day out," I answered.

"We'll have tonight for ladies," Abby said with a smile. "We'd like you to be with us today. That is if this is all right with you."

I smiled back, but was thinking that Abby could be a bitch when she wanted. I began to think that I was in a serious competition with her for Phoebe. "Well, then, I guess I'd better get my time in when I have the chance." I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but I noticed Phoebe wince. I smiled at both of them and stood.

We planned to leave in an hour. The women said they would clean up and I could take my shower. Abby started to clear the table. She dropped a fork and bent to pick it up. Her tee shirt rode up her back, exposing her naked butt. It was an exquisite sight. Firm, round and white, contrasting nicely with her tan legs.

Phoebe saw me looking and cleared her throat.

Abby raised her head and Phoebe rolled her eyes in my direction. Abby moved her head to look back at me. I was still fixated on her naked ass.

"Well, that makes us even," she said.

"Hardly," I answered. I stood to go to the bathroom. My underwear was fully tented. 

"I suggest cold water," said Abby straightening up.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "Lots of it, thank you." I said 'Bitch' under my breath. Not only was she sleeping with my girl, she was turning me on. I wanted to hate her, but lacked the ability. I was actually enjoying her.

After walking to Phoebe's car at her office, we headed south. We pulled into the small parking lot by 10:30 and snagged the last spot. I fed the meter while Phoebe and Abby pulled our gear from the back. We walked north a few hundred yards and staked out our spot. After spreading a blanket, setting up our chairs and kicking off our sandals we decided to go for a walk. The women shed their cover-ups and we headed to the north end of the beach. 

Phoebe wore her purple two-piece, which I loved. Although brunette, she never tanned much. Her light skin made the purple pop on her body. Phoebe was several inches shorter than either Abby or me. She worked to keep in shape and her suit was full in all the right places. Although far from busty, Phoebe's figure was so well put together that I lusted after her even after being together for a while.

Abby wore a tank suit that was like a second skin. It was black with a purple lightning bolt running from her shoulder, across her left breast and wrapping around her hip. The suit was cut high on the hips to emphasize her long legs. Her breasts were somewhat flattened against her chest, but I could easily detect where her nipples pushed against the fabric. The back scooped low and accentuated the shape of her round firm butt. She wore sports shades and pink lipstick to protect her lips from the sun.

Walking between these two beauties made me feel like I'd just won the hot girl lottery. We traveled the length of the beach to the north and then back-tracked until we reached the south end. We made it back to our blankets. Phoebe wanted to nap and Abby suggested we go in the water.

"It's probably cold," I warned her.

"I didn't travel over a thousand miles to just look at the ocean," she said and pulled me by the hand toward the breaking waves. She didn't slow as she approached the water and dragged me along until we had no choice but to get all wet.

In icy wave rolled in and hi

t us hard. We both jumped back up.

"Jesus, you weren't kidding," she said. Her nipples were about to split her bathing suit.

"Told you it was cold," I said and let my eyes travel down her chest while she watched me.

"God, guys are all alike," she said and laughed.

"God gave you nipples for men's entertainment," I said.

"Funny," she replied. "Phoebe seems to get a kick out of them, too."

As soon as the words left her mouth, I could see the regret on her face.

"Sorry, Jamie, that was a rotten thing to say."

"No problem. At least I'm gaining an appreciation for why she thinks you're, and I quote, 'so fucking hot.'"

Abby grinned. "She really said that?"

"Yeah, and that she couldn't keep her hands off you."

This time she laughed. "Well, that's the truth. But, Jamie, I am not trying to rub it in your face."

I looked at her hard nipples again and said, "Why not? That could be fun."

She splashed me as she called me a "male chauvinistic dork."

I retaliated by grabbing her waist and tossing her into a wave. The battle was on. Abby's strength took me by surprise and she knocked me over. I recovered and grabbed a leg tilting her back into the sea. She jumped on my back and tried to make me fall. I did, but only backwards and taking her with me. We were in water up to our middles. Abby splashed the salt water in my eyes. As I used my hands to clear them, she grabbed my bathing suit and jerked it to my ankles.

Just then the wave crested over us and left me standing in knee deep water as it passed.

Fortunately I was facing away from the shore. Unfortunately there were two girls five feet away and looking right at me.

Abby was laughing. When she saw the girls with their hands covering their mouths, she said, "Sorry, thought there was a shark in his trunks."

One of the girls giggled and said, "Looks more like a snail." Admittedly my manhood conformed to the dictum that freezing water makes some things shrink.

As the three women laughed, I ducked back down and managed to pull my suit back up.

The girls gave Abby fist bumps as they made their way to shore.

"Jesus, Abby, you could get me into trouble. This is a family beach, not a nude one."

"They didn't complain and I suspect they were old enough not to be shocked. And, don't worry, Jamie, from what I saw last night, he's not anything like a snail."

"Let's get out," I said. 

As luck would have it, or maybe wouldn't have it, we returned to our blankets to find Phoebe still napping and the two girls from the water parked next to us.

We grabbed towels and dried off.

I wanted to be sure that they weren't offended.

"Ladies, I apologize about before. My friend was kidding around, and, well, you weren't supposed to see what you saw."

"Chill," the dark-haired one said. "It was funny. We didn't think you were some flasher perv. We just saw your girlfriend punk you."

"Uh, she's not my girlfriend." I had no idea why I needed to point that out.

"Oh," said the blond, "we just assumed that it had to be like that, because, you know, she, uh... Well, we thought you guys were a couple."

"So, who's that?" the brunette asked, pointed to Phoebe stretched out on the blanket with her floppy hat covering her head.

"That's my girlfriend," I replied.

"Who are you, then?" put in the blond, as she looked at Abby.

"I'm her girlfriend." Abby grinned as she pointed at Phoebe and winked at me.

"That's wicked hot," said the blond. "Are you guys like one of those ménage things?"

"Not exactly," I said.

"Well, what are you guys?" she asked.

I chuckled and said, "I have no fucking clue."

We all laughed and Phoebe began to stir.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Just talking with our new friends," Abby answered. "This is..."

"Angie," piped in the brunette.

"Regan," added the blond.

Abby completed the introductions. "I'm Abby. Snail-man is Jamie. And, Sleeping Beauty is Phoebe."

Phoebe stared at her friend. "Snail-man?"

"Long story," said Abby.

Angie snorted and said, "Not very long."

The girls and Abby cracked up.

Catching her breath, Abby said, "Ladies, believe me. When it's not half-frozen by the sea, it is awe-inspiring."

Their eyes drifted to my crotch. "Wow," said Regan. "The things you learn."

"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" asked Phoebe.

"If you mean Jamie's dick," said Abby, "then the answer is yes. I'll fill you in later, Phoebes."

While talking with the girls, we learned they just finished their junior year at the University of New Hampshire. They stayed in Durham for the summer to take a required course that wouldn't be offered next year. They both were waitressing in Hampton and today they didn't start until 5:30.

After the initial embarrassment passed, I enjoyed visiting with them. They each had a good sense of humor and the five of us shared college adventure stories. The young girls were similarly dressed in small bikinis. Angie more than filled out her top. Her breasts were squeezed tightly in her top and the cleavage was impressive. As she shifted, small views of white flesh became exposed. The contrast to her bronze skin served to call attention to her impressive chest. 

Regan was more modestly endowed, and showed a gap between her breasts. Her light skin was slightly pink from the sun and her nipples pushed against the material of her bikini bra. She had long, shapely legs that left a gap at the top of her thighs. 

Together they formed a balanced vision of young beauty and sexuality. To think they saw me naked sent a perverted thrill through my body.

Phoebe and Abby said they were getting hungry. We told the girls that we were going to the Plum for their famous lobster salad rolls and asked them to join us.

"God, they are so good," said Regan. "We can't afford them is the only problem."

I told them if they came it would be my treat. 

"I wasn't hinting," said Regan. "You don't have to do that."

"Don't be silly," I said. "It'll be fun."

We lucked out in finding a couple parking spots at North Hampton beach and crossed Rt. 1A to the lobster shack. We got our sandwiches and went back to sit on the beach to eat them. In spite of fending off the aggressive sea gulls, we savored the huge treats. We finished and the girls said they had to get back to their apartment to shower and change since they were working the dinner shift. We exchanged contact info and said that maybe we could get together for drinks in Portsmouth at some point.

Watching them walk toward their car as their tight butts bounced in their bikini bottoms, I somewhat wistfully recalled my own college days. I often admired the girls but never had the courage to do anything. Now, I was confident and experienced. I wondered if young women such as Angie and Regan would ever be interested in an older man. I figured it was just idle thinking. I had enough to handle trying to figure out what was occurring with Phoebe, Abby and me—if there was anything happening.

After Angie and Regan left, I asked Phoebe and Abby, "More beach or something else?"

"I think I'd like to go home. I could use another nap and then we can decide where to go for supper," said Phoebe.

As we entered the apartment, Phoebe headed to the bathroom. I told Abby she could have her shower next, but she declined. 

"You can go," she said. "I think Phoebe needs some cuddle time with you."

"Are you sure? I sorta had more in mind than cuddling."

"Yeah, I can read her pretty well. And, cuddling can mean different things to different people. So, you shower, cuddle and then we can plan our evening."

"Well, I had an idea about going up to the York Inn. It's got a great restaurant overlooking the harbor. I even thought maybe we could stay over and then you two would be there for some more beach time tomorrow. It's close enough that I can come back early in the morning for work."

I could see Abby evaluating the offer and calculating the arrangements.

"Abby, I meant that we could have two rooms. I'll take one. I have a ton of work I can do and could use all the space to spread out my papers."

Abby stood and hugged me. "She's a lucky woman, Jamie."

Feeling the toned body covered only by a thin bathing suit pressed against me, I couldn't argue the point. Phoebe was also lucky to have Abby as her lover.

Phoebe came out wrapped in a towel. Abby told her I'd go next and then join Phoebe in the bedroom.

"What about you?" asked Phoebe.

"Beauty rest time for me," said Abby with a broad smile.

"Go on, Jamie," Abby said. "I'll fill Phoebe in on our tentative plans."

I used the toilet and stripped and got in the shower. I was rinsing my hair, when the curtain moved back.

Abby stood looking me up and down. "I was right. Things are back to normal," she said. "If that hunk of meat can be called normal."

"I'm hurt," I said, not feeling awkward being naked in front of her. "You've totally objectified me and reduced me to one part of my anatomy."

"So I did," she said. "Good thing you didn't have your back toward me."

It took me a second and then I got it. "Yeah, you probably know too many assholes already."

Laughing along with me, she agreed. "Way too many. And, Jamie, I'm not implying that you're a prick. I'm simply saying you have a nice body—for a guy."

"Is there any particular reason you needed to come into the shower? Other than ogling my bod?"

"Technically," Abby said, "I'm not in the shower. And, since I am a lady, I can guarantee I am not ogling. At most, I think I'm beginning to enjoy looking at the aesthetics of your naked bod. But, yes, Phoebe agreed with our plan. She loves the Inn and thinks you are a freaking saint for what you're doing."

"Well, I hope to prove I'm a devil as soon as I finish here."

"Yes, I imagine you will," said Abby. "So, hurry up. Leave the water running and I'll jump in after you."

She let the shower curtain drop and the image of a naked Abby jumping in the shower completely erased any "snailness" left in me.

I washed, rinsed and called out I was getting out.

Abby told me it was about time.

She was standing in the bathroom holding a towel across her front. I saw her black bathing suit piled on the floor. She looked me over and nodded. Crossing in front of me, I looked at her nude back. The glimpse of her butt earlier was a poor prediction of how perfect she looked. With wide shoulders, toned and tapered back, tight round buns and long, tanned legs, it was a vision I would not soon forget. Hell, I would never forget it. 

She reached in and tested the water with her hand. She handed me her towel without turning around and climbed into the shower.

I could hear her laughing. "You can close your mouth now, Jamie. Go find that hot babe and fuck her silly. I know I'll be doing that later."

I could hang the towel on my dick at this point. The glance I had of her body was amazing. The fact that we were so openly discussing having sex with the same woman was both oddly disturbing and exciting. I stood there wondering how we quickly arrived at this point. I was openly accepting that my girlfriend was having sex with a woman and doing it in our condo. At the same time, my male ego was taking a bit of a hit. Was I really open to this new dimension to my relationship with Phoebe or was I just having a bad case of no balls?

Adding to my confusion was that I was really enjoying Abby. I knew I should see her as a rival, but she was acting like a friend. The one thing I did resolve standing a few feet from Abby with an iron rod erection, I wasn't going to stay here and sort out all my feelings. To confirm that I should move along, Abby stuck her head out of the shower, but kept her body hidden. 

"Jesus, Jamie, take that cock and let Abby enjoy it!"

I put her towel on a hook, dried off with my towel and let my erection lead me to our bedroom.

A naked Phoebe looked up as I entered.

"Well, hello to you, too," she said staring at my erection. "What's the occasion? No, wait, Abby came into the bathroom."

I nodded and moved to her. She was rubbing lotion into her legs. I took the plastic tube and tossed it aside. Pushing her back onto our bed, I crawled between her legs and kissed her slit.

"Honey, you know I love how you do me there," said a husky-voiced Phoebe. "But, right now I want your cock and I need to be fucked within an inch of my life."

Now, it's not often a guy gets that kind of request.

I pulled her legs up on my shoulders and entered her with one long push. Normally it takes a bit of foreplay to get Phoebe ready. I assumed she had done some preparation on her own since she was so wet.

"God, yes," Phoebe said.

She grabbed my ass and we began moving fast, no slow build-up this time. Normally, Phoebe likes a long, slow build-up. She never wants me to go straight to her clit, but likes when I work all parts of her body to get her motor running. But my earlier thinking that she was anticipating our union seemed to be right on the mark since she was acting like a hard fuck was the only thing she wanted. 

I thought I might not be able to hold out after being so stimulated all day. Somehow, I was able to hold back and as the sounds of our love-making bounced off the walls, I felt Phoebe come twice. I pulled out, spun her around and rammed her from behind. Phoebe grunted and pushed back hard. With my hands on her hips, I growled and pumped. Phoebe was shouting for me to fuck her hard as her own fingers played between her legs. I held on as long as I could until I gave in to my orgasm. She might have cum with me, but at that point all I was really aware of was the sweet release I was enjoying.




Three is a Prime Number



We both collapsed, with me lying on top of her. My cock was slowly going soft and eased out of her canal.

"That was fantastic," Phoebe said. "Thank you."

"I love you, Phoebes."

We adjusted ourselves so we faced each other while on our sides. Phoebe kissed me and slid her tongue inside. 

"I know you must have questions, Jamie. And, I promise to answer them, but not now. Not this week. I just want to be with the two people I love most and be a selfish bitch and get the most enjoyment I can from each of you. Can you live with that?"

"Can we do this some more this week?" I asked.

"Maybe, but I can't promise. Abby's only here for a week, and I want to make the most of our visit. But, I can promise you that you won't be able to walk next week. I am going to fuck you senseless."

I smiled and nodded. Phoebe put my limp member in her mouth. She cleaned me and loved me at the same time.

"Be careful," I said. "Remember what I told you about penis breath."

"She'll just have to deal with it," Phoebe said and worked me until life returned. She did not stop until she gave me another orgasm, taking every drop in her mouth.

"Now, I really have to nap," she said.

"Okay, I'm going out to see about reservations. I'll be back in a second."

Walking into the main part of our condo, I enjoyed the sensation of being naked. I figured there was now no part of me that Abby hadn't seen and I could get back to my habit of extremely casual living. In the living room, I looked up the info on the Inn on my laptop. I picked two rooms that faced the harbor and called to see about booking them. Only one was available and it was the last one the Inn had to offer. I booked it in Phoebe's and Abby's names. I also booked a table for 8 pm. As I ended the call, I considered if I was being a good sport or was I doing a retreat from further competition or confrontation with Abby.

I was surprised to hear Abby's voice. 

"Remind me to pick up some earplugs," she said, while looking at my naked body. She was freshly showered and dressed only in a tee shirt. It took me a second to realize she was talking about the sounds of me and Phoebe in our bedroom.

"Sorry," I said.

"No you're not," Abby said and grinned. "And, I bet Phoebe is just as un-sorry."

I smiled.

"If I understood the last part of that conversation," Abby said motioning to the phone still in my hand, "I take it you will not be staying at the Inn. Too bad, because I plan to test the soundproofing quite extensively tonight. After listening to what was coming out of that bedroom, I am inspired."

"This is bizarre," I said. "Here we are discussing making love to the same person. I should feel angry, jealous or something."

"But, you don't?"

"Honestly, Abby, I'm not sure what I'm feeling. Maybe having a bit of space between me and you and Phoebe is not a bad thing."

"Jamie, I am not trying to put myself between the two of you."

"But, you have."

Abby looked intently into my eyes. She blinked and then nodded. 

"Jamie, we both care for Phoebe."

"True. And, Phoebe seems so happy right now." 

"Yes, she does," said Abby. "I know the main reason is because of you."

"I'd like to think so," I said. "But, she really is thrilled that you're here. It must be the two of us putting that smile on her face."

Abby put her hand on my chest. "You're a special guy, Jamie. I can't imagine any of the men I've known being so open and understanding." She leaned in and kissed me ever so lightly.

"It's funny," I said. "My entire rational side tells me I should be pissed and kick your ass out of here."

"Yet..."

"You know, when we first met at the airport, there was something about you that I immediately liked. I rarely feel that sort of connection. I'm more of a go slow and easy person when it comes to getting close to someone. When Phoebe told me what she wanted, it clicked in my head. I got it. I knew you would be just what she needed. And the really strange part...I trusted you. Am I wrong to trust you, Abby?"

She folded herself into my arms, my naked body pushed against hers covered with only a tee shirt. I wrapped my arms around her and found out she wasn't wearing anything else.

"Before I came here, Jamie, I had thoughts about trying to make her mine exclusively. That sounds like I own her and that's not what I meant. I mean making her want to move in with me. To be my lover, my partner."

She hugged me tightly and continued talking. "You know what you said about our immediate connection?"

I nodded. 

"I felt it too. I never had that experience with a guy. I've almost never had it with a woman, either. I felt really good about you and then on the ride in from the airport, I realized I liked you. It hit me that I couldn't hurt you and made up my mind that whatever happened with Phoebe and me, that I wanted you to be part of it."

"Part of it how?" I asked.

"Ah, million dollar question," she said and placed a tiny kiss on my neck. "Do you think you could put some clothes on and we can talk?"

"Does my nudity bother you?"

"It affects me, not sure I'd say it bothers me. But, I don't think I can talk to you about this while I'm looking at your cock."

"It disgusts you?"

"Fuck, no," she laughed. "It makes me horny."

I laughed and stepped back. Abby smiled and kissed me again. She ran her hand along my flaccid cock and smiled again. I turned and she gave my naked butt a friendly swat.

I returned a few minutes later dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. I noticed that she still wore her long tee shirt, but I could now detect panty lines under the cotton. She had two beers waiting. We sat at opposite ends of the couch.

"Phoebe still sleeping?"

"Yeah."

"Must have been a great cuddle before," she said.

"Definitely for me, it was."

"Jamie, can I just talk and you listen? I know as a lawyer you like to ask a lot of questions, but I want to get this out. Afterwards you can ask any questions. Okay?"

"Okay."

I drank some of my beer and Abby sat cross-legged on the couch. I could see her tan panties under her shirt. I laughed to myself as I realized I was acting like a typical guy in trying to make out a camel toe.

"Phoebe probably told you I've been with men. That's true, but I prefer women and it's been a while since I had sex with a man. Jamie, I love Phoebe and have for a long time. It would make me the happiest woman in the world if she would commit to me. But, as I said before, seeing how happy she is with you, I know that she would be equally unhappy if you were not in her life. So, where does that leave us?"

I recognized a rhetorical question and just sipped my beer.

"All this is just forming in my mind and I have not thought it through completely. I have also not talked about it with Phoebe. So, maybe we can keep it to ourselves for now?" she half-asked.

"Abby, I said I would let you talk, but you have to know that I am not going to keep anything from Phoebe. If we can't discuss whatever you're going to say with her, then please end this conversation right now."

"Deal. So, here's what I'm thinking."

Abby took a long sip from the bottle and set it on the coffee table. "How about a triad?"

She read the puzzlement on my face.

"I think 'ménage à trois' is so over-worked and misused," she said. "It mostly implies having a sexual three-way. I want something else. Do you think the three of us could learn to live with each other, love each other, support each other?"

"What about 'have sex with each other'?"

"Of course, you and Phoebe and me and Phoebe—that's a given. The question is would you and I have sex."

"Or, would the three of us ever have sex together?"

Abby nodded and played with her beer bottle after taking another sip.

"Would you want to have sex with me?" Abby asked.

I knew this was a critical point in our discussion. "Yes, I would. But, it would not be a make or break part of what you are describing."

She looked at me strangely. "You mean you could consider a triad, even if it meant you and I would never have sex or that the three of us would never have sex together?"

"Yes. If it meant I could be with Phoebe."

Abby thought for a moment. "You know that sort of relationship is sometimes called a Vee."

"Have you been involved in this sort of thing before?" I asked.

"No, but thinking about this and listening to Phoebe talk about you, I wanted to think about how maybe we could do something that would work for all of us. So, I did research. I had some free time while there were obscene noises coming from another room." 

Abby played with her beer bottle. I tried to absorb all that she had said. I also tried to not stare at the mound between her legs barely covered by her panties.

"If we were to try something along these lines do you think you'd be jealous of her and me making love?" she asked.

"Maybe. Would you be jealous of Phoebe and me making love?"

"Probably," she said and laughed.

"And, yet, you think it could work?" I asked.

"Oh, I haven't a fucking clue if it would work. I am just trying to come up with something that won't destroy Phoebe. This seems like something to consider."

"I guess I'm asking questions, now."

Abby nodded and encouraged me to continue.

"Where would we live?"

Abby took a deep breath. "I haven't mentioned this to Phoebe, but I've received a great offer from our Boston office. It's a promotion, raise and a sure path to partnership."

Thinking that Abby may move close to us made this conversation suddenly seem more than idle chat. As idyllic a picture that Abby was painting, I was too much of a lawyer not to see the flaws in the brushstrokes. I was not sure I could live with the two of them knowing they were sexual partners. Maybe it was typical maleness, but I always imagined that I would be enough for the woman I loved. Admitting that Phoebe could only be truly fulfilled if she also had Abby as her lover raised a few insecurities. Had she really been happy with me before? Was I satisfying her sexually or was she faking it? Was I not emotionally supportive of her? Could I be more attentive? My mind was reeling off questions faster than I could possibly consider them.

"Abby, I think you need to have a long talk with Phoebe. It's probably good that I won't be going with you tonight. When we all get together we can see where things stand."

"What will you do tonight?"

"You mean besides get drunk?"

"Jamie, that makes me sad. I say cancel the reservations and we all sort this out now."

"Tempting," I said. "But, you and Abby need to talk. Go to Maine. I'm not much good at getting drunk by myself, so don't worry about it." We looked to see Phoebe standing in the doorway to the living room. "What are we not worrying about?" she asked.

I rose and walked to her. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her. "Thinking about the nice time you'll have tonight in Maine."

"You mean 'we'll' have," Phoebe said.

"No, just you and Abby. I'll let Abby explain. I'm going to shower again and then go into the office. I have a ton of work to catch up on."

I kissed her again and went into the bathroom.

After I had dressed, I came into the living room. The two women were sitting on the couch. Phoebe's red eyes told a story.

"Please don't leave me," she said.

"I'm not leaving you, Phoebe. I'm going to the office."

"But, you're not coming to Maine with us."

"Phoebes, you go to Maine. You spend time with Abby. The two of you need to talk. Then when you get back all three of us will talk."

"That makes it sound like you're breaking up with me," Phoebe said sobbing.

"I am not breaking up with you, Phoebe. I love you, but we have things we need to discuss. Go with Abby. Try to have some fun, enjoy a great dinner, take advantage of staying at the Inn. I'll be here when you get back and I promise I have no intention of breaking up with you. We'll talk - the three of us."

Phoebe sprang up and held me tight. "I love you, Jaime."

"I love you, too. But, babe, you have to be honest with yourself. I think you love Abby. I imagine she loves you. That is a lot of loves in one sentence. That's why we each need to talk all this through. You and Abby spend time today and tonight. Tomorrow night, the three of us will sit down. Okay?"

Phoebe nodded against my chest. I tilted her head up and kissed her. "See you tomorrow."

I waved to Abby and left. I wasn't sure if this really was a good-bye or was it the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.

To be continued...