7 comments/ 37614 views/ 10 favorites The Three Buddies By: escribe Sharing has never been something I was particularly good at or even interested in. I was an only child and it wasn't until I started school that I even needed to start thinking about sharing. I know, this probably sounds self centered or something that a Princes might say, but I just never took any pleasure in sharing things. On the other hand, my husband Ray knows all about sharing. He has an older brother and they learned to share clothes, friends and most everything as they grew up together. The one thing they didn't share was career paths. Ray became a civil engineer for the city while Billy joined the Army to become a career soldier. Having a mixed marriage, in regards to sharing, has seldom caused any problems in our brief time together. We were married almost six months before the issue even came up. Billy was being shipped off to the Middle East because of the Afghan war. He came home on leave to say good-bye to his friends and family and take advantage of one last chance to party. I was the designated driver that night and we stopped at a few places where Billy and his old buddies would hang out. Ray wanted to take Billy to the airport in the morning so we ended up at our apartment so that Billy could sleep off the beers on our couch and be ready to go in the morning. We found a few last beers in the fridge and when they ran out, I made some coffee and we sat around the kitchen table and relived some of the night's events. The thought of someone you loved going to war wasn't pleasant so none of us, especially Billy, wanted the night to end. But the night was ending and what started as good times and funny stories with friends slowly turned into a counting of precious hours before we needed to take him to the airport. Ray started lecturing his brother about being careful over there in Afghanistan. Billy, no longer smiling and laughing, told us that he was really afraid to be going off to war. He just sat there and looked at us. Finally, Billy looked over at Ray and asked, "Do you know that I am still a virgin?" Ray was really surprised and acted like Billy confessed to some crime of the century. He kept saying, "Oh man, I can't believe it!" "I never would've known!" "You're kidding me, right?" He kept on like that for several minutes and I was getting embarrassed for Billy. Ray's comments were doing little to make him feel better. I thought that I needed to say something, if only to shut Ray up. "So what! I don't see what the big deal is. Actually Billy, I sort of admire you for it. You just haven't found the right girl yet. I'm sure you will and when you do, this will all seem pretty unimportant." He thought about what I said for a second. "Thanks Beth but I think the thing that bothers me the most is that I might get shot or even killed over there without ever getting a piece of ass." My mind started spinning as I tried to think of an appropriate reply. While I was thinking, Billy's blue eyes became darker and he had a shocked look on his face. "Oh Beth, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it like that. What I meant was that I've never been with a woman where we went, you know, like all the way." I still wasn't quite sure how best to react so I just smiled at him and looked over at Ray, hoping that he would change the subject. But diplomacy was never one of Ray's strong points so he started telling Billy how shocked he was again. "Oh man, I can't believe it!" "I never would've known!" "You're kidding me, right?" We were married long enough at the time that Ray was pretty good at reading my body language and it was telling him to either shut up or change the subject. The three of us sat there and looked into our coffee cups. But Ray is a good brother and he loves his brother. He needed to say something to help him out. "What you need to do now is just quit thinking about this." Billy was still staring at his coffee after Ray's words of wisdom. So he kept talking. "Sex is overrated. It isn't like what you see in the movies. You gotta get your mind off this and think about something else." I was a little taken aback to hear my husband announce that our erotic moments together were overrated. Ray looked at me and I looked at him and although I didn't say anything, his eyes told me that he wished he could take back his little speech. He knew that he was in a danger zone. He has experience in such zones and I am sure he was starting to worry about what I was thinking. To his credit, I think he also decided that he shouldn't try to BS a brother, especially one who was going off to war. "Maybe we should talk about something else," Ray said. We did but not much was changing the mood in the room and you could see that Billy was still preoccupied with his fears about going off to war. "Let's listen to some music. Hey soldier, wanna dance with me? " I put on a CD but Billy really wasn't much of a dancer. His style was high school prom night and having your brother's hands on your ass was not what I had in mind. I wasn't sure if Ray was noticing what was happening because he seemed preoccupied in reading the fine print on the bear bottle label. I thought that a second dance wouldn't be a good idea so I suggested that we turn on the TV and see if we couldn't find something to watch. We couldn't afford cable on our budget so we went through the local channels and the only things available were infomercials or religious shows. "I got an idea!" said Ray and he pulled out the only movie we owned, a gift he received from his bachelor party. "Are you nuts? That's a sex movie! I don't think he needs to watch that with the way he is feeling tonight. How's that going to make him feel better?" "Thanks Beth but I remember it from the party and it wasn't all that bad. Besides, it beats watching some commercial for car wax. I don't think I'll be waxing my car for a couple of years." So Ray put the DVD in the machine and the movie was even worse than I remembered. The actors didn't say much other than grunts and moans and the women all looked to have ten pounds of silicon in each breast. I was sitting between Ray and Billy and watching a movie that was so bad that I was probably at risk of becoming a lesbian. Billy spoke first. "This film really does suck, doesn't it?" "It sure does! Turn it off Ray. It really is bad. There has to be something better to do. Why don't I make some sandwiches?" I got up, walked to the kitchen and started some grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches. I wasn't very accomplished in the kitchen back then but my darling Ray never complained about the lack of variety at the dinner table. I set the plates up at the table and called the guys but they never answered me. I went into our living room and Ray and Billy were still talking on the couch while the movie was playing. They both looked up at me when I said, "Guys! The sandwiches are ready." Both had sort of a strange look on their faces as if they were surprised to see me or something but I thought it was probably just the late hour. I had a fresh pot of coffee so I poured each of us a cup and we sat down to eat. The conversation got back to Billy and his predicament of going off to war as a virgin. I felt for him and told him that there were lots of girls at work who would be thrilled to have a boy friend just like him. I promised him that I would introduce him to one of them when he came back home on his first leave. I kicked Ray when he mentioned that a blind date sometime in the future wouldn't do much for Billy this evening. It seemed that with every positive thing that I said, Ray would answer with a negative. He was starting to irritate me because I was trying to make his brother feel better and he kept ruining it. Finally, after Billy left the table to use the bathroom, I asked Ray if we couldn't talk for a minute in private. He nodded and we went into our bedroom and closed the door. Before I had a chance to say anything, Ray looked at me and asked, "Do you know what would really make him feel better? After all, the poor guy is going off to get shot at and I really think we need to do something for him. Don't you agree? We need to do something tonight to get his mind off of his problem?" "I hope you are not thinking that I should start calling up my friends to see if we can't find someone to get him laid tonight!" I exclaimed. "Nah, nothing like that." I was getting a little exasperated at the conversation. "Well, what then? Its two o'clock in the morning!" "Well, I hope you don't freak out or anything; but when you were in the kitchen, He told me that he would rather watch you and me instead of those people in that movie." "What?" "Well...you know...he's staying here tonight...maybe we could leave the bedroom door open and he could watch us...you know...get it on. He told me that he thinks you are really hot. He thinks that you look far better than any of those women in the movie." Ray said all this while looking a little sheepish. "It would be just like if he was watching the movie. It is sort of a guy thing I suppose. You might not understand." "And this is okay with you?" "Well ...he is my brother. I suppose that if there is anything that I could do to make him feel better, I...we should try to do it for him on his last night before he gets shipped out." There were a thousand thoughts running through my head and there were at least several of them that Ray needed to hear. But we heard Billy moving about in the apartment so Ray went back in the living room. It's was nice to hear that you are "hot" but with everything that was discussed, Billy was the last person I wanted to hear that from. Besides, it was too late in the evening for that to be a compliment. I remembered that old joke about how women in bars start to look better as the clock speeds towards closing time and the number of drinks increases. I might be flattering myself, but I always thought that my appearance was probably somewhere between 8 and 9 PM and no more than two drinks. Stiff drinks perhaps, but certainly not more than two. I went to join the guys and found both of them sitting on the couch talking. I didn't want to sit down next to them so I sat on the chair on the other side of the room while Ray and Billy continued talking about the Chicago Bears. I was just sitting there and not saying much when Billy looked over at me and said, "Hey Beth, I hope I didn't insult you or anything. I guess my idea of watching was kind of stupid. I'm probably not thinking too clearly right now with everything that I'm facing." I was still a little numb from Ray's suggestion and although I didn't feel angry, I must have been furious at both of them because why else would I have said? "Well, maybe it really is a guy thing and I just don't understand. But why would you be satisfied with just watching? It seems to me that the real problem is that you are obsessed with this thought of your virginity. Since I'm the only woman here, I guess it's my job to help you out. If it is okay with Ray, you and I could spend the night together in our bedroom. This is all sort of weird, but considering what you will be going through in the weeks ahead, I'll do my part to help you with this. Of course, it's up to Ray. I don't know if he would want to spend the night sleeping on the couch." Talk about breaking the ice. Ray tried to appear calm and cool but something must have been stuck in his throat because I could see his Adam's apple going up and down. Billy had better control of his Adam's apple but his eyes got real large and he glanced over at Ray. Both guys were looking at each other with their mouths open. I was sitting there trying not to smirk although I did feel that I was totally in control of the whole messy situation. Ray turned his head to avoid Billy's stare and looked at me while he asked, "Why would anyone have to sleep on the couch? Our bed is big enough for three." "Oh Ray, I'm still a blushing bride. You don't expect me to do something as kinky as having a threesome do you? I couldn't do that." I then looked at Billy and told him, "I hope you are not getting the wrong idea about this. Ray told me how this is bothering you. He said that we have to make you feel better before you go fight over there in Afghanistan. This would be a one time only thing and hopefully we would all keep this as our little secret." The room got pretty quiet and the three of us just sat there without wanting to look at each other. Billy sat on one end of the couch looking at the rug, Ray was sitting at the other end looking at everything except the rug and I was on the chair with my legs pressed tightly together so that the guys couldn't see them shaking. Regardless of what I said, spending the night with Billy wasn't really something that I wanted to go through with. If Ray would have just stood up and told his brother to forget the whole thing, I would have jumped up and gave him a high five to celebrate our return to normalcy. But Ray just sat there; looking dazed. Finally, I stood up and announced that it was a long day and I was going to take a shower to wash some of the day's grime off. "Why don't you guys make a decision and let me know what you want to do. And don't go getting any weird ideas like orgies or watching me put on a live sex show. This is only about helping Billy and his problem and it is only about tonight. Nothing more!" I went in the bedroom, closed the door and sat on the bed thinking about what just happened. I was really mad at Ray for putting me in that position and since I couldn't think of one plausible explanation he could use to get me to forgive him, I thought that I should probably sit there for a while and try to pull together my emotions. After a while, I went to the closet to find something to wear. There wasn't a lot of privacy in our small apartment so I found a pair of flannel pajamas and my terry cloth robe and I walked to the bathroom to take my shower. When I finished, I went back into the living room and found Billy and Ray still sitting in the same spot that I left them in. "Well guys, what did you decide to do? It's getting pretty late and we can't sit up all night. Billy has a flight to catch in the morning." Billy first looked at Ray and then at me and asked," Did you really mean what you said? You know, about going to bed with me." "Well yeah, I did. Look Billy, personally I think it is all kind of stupid. You are a young guy and I am sure that you will have plenty of opportunities in the future to get a piece of ass as you so delicately put it. I know that Ray loves you and would do anything for you. If going to bed with you is what it will take to make you feel better, then that is what we'll do. Don't read anything more into it because it's not there." I should have been feeling sorry for Ray because he was obviously not very comfortable with the conversation. But he was the one who started this and I was still irritated that he put me in the situation we were in. I decided that he was the one who was going to have to get us out of it and I wasn't going to be the naysayer and give him an easy out. Billy looked over at Ray and said, "This is going to have to be up to you, she is your wife." Three cheers for Billy! I thought. Poor Ray wanted a naysayer in the worst way and now that the second potential naysayer bowed out, my poor husband had no one left to make a decision for him. I, of course, was feeling no sympathy for him. "I can't believe this is happening!" Ray looked at me while running his fingers through his hair before asking, "You actually want to fuck my brother?" "Don't twist things around Ray. This has absolutely nothing to do with what I want. You and him started this whole thing and put me in the middle. What were your exact words? Oh yes, I think they were, 'We really need to do something to help the guy.' This is all about Billy and you, this isn't about me." I was surprised at how calm my words were because my emotions were just churning inside. And there were all kinds of emotions. There were the scary ones thinking about what all this might do to Ray and me and our relationship together. And then there was Billy. I felt close to him and I really liked him. But being intimate with him was something entirely different. It would change the way we acted around each other for ever. There was also the sex. Up until that point, any experiences I had with sex have always been spontaneous but this was different. There we were sitting in our living room and negotiating about it as if it was some type of business deal. Sitting there, I also had to admit that I was incredibly turned on. Sitting in a room with two men and not knowing who I'd be sharing our bed with was an erotic thought. Even more erotic was knowing that one of the men was a virgin. I'm still not sure exactly what that had to do with it, but the way my body was reacting left little doubt that I was responding to all of it. My nipples were so hard, they almost hurt. I tightened the robe around me because I was sure that they would be poking out through my PJ's and I didn't want to advertise my hussyness to the two guys. "Guys, it is really getting late and I'm going to bed. It's your decision who follows me in there. Whoever it is, show me a little respect and make sure you close the door. Don't take too long to decide because I might fall asleep." I got up, wiggled my fingers "bye-bye" at them and I was going to smile, but the muscles in my face were too tight and I gave them something between a frown and a smirk. I walked in the bedroom and closed the door. Closing the door to our bedroom made me suddenly feel all alone. No more than just a couple of hours ago, the three of us were sitting in our apartment having a wonderful time. We were laughing at each other's funny stories, reminiscing about past events and gossiping about mutual friends. I'm not much of a beer drinker. Maybe I'll have one during some social event or during a baseball game. But even then, one beer will last me pretty much through an entire evening. But that night, I had several and kept up with the guys. Maybe it was just the beer or maybe it was just the general mood of the evening. But there was some type of bonding going on with us that night and it was almost as if I became one of the guys. I liked that feeling. It was like we were three buddies. But then something changed. It might have been watching that dumb movie that made their testosterone levels start to increase. I don't have any testosterone and it became pretty clear that although I might have felt like one of the guys, like one of the buddies, they certainly didn't think of me that way. This was only about Ray and Billy. I was only involved because of what I could give them, how they could use me. The "three buddies" idea dissolved pretty quickly once they decided on what they wanted. Billy didn't want to watch his brother making love to me. He wanted to watch me get fucked. Real buddies don't want to watch each other get fucked. Standing there in the bedroom, I could hear and feel my heart beating. I also felt a pressure in my stomach as if something in my gut was pressing down on my womb. I don't think the idea of having sex with Billy was causing this. I wasn't a virgin when I married Ray. I wasn't even a virgin when I met Ray. Having sex with a man other than Ray wouldn't be something new to me and cause me to feel this way. This was something new, something different from anything that I ever experienced before. I started wondering about what I should do next. Should I just wait there for one of them to come in the bedroom or should I get in bed? If I got in bed, I thought that I should probably take my robe off but I wasn't sure about my pajamas. I never wear my bra at night but I did have my panties on. Should I take those off also? The Three Buddies Wondering about what I should or should not be wearing seemed to make the possibility of Billy walking in the room all the more real. I was still feeling angry and even a little hurt about the whole thing. But I told myself that I needed to calm down a little. Losing your virginity is a big deal and something that you never forget. It wouldn't be fair to Billy if I acted bitchy during the whole thing. Just as I was considering all these things, Ray walked in the room. He saw me standing by the dressing table and then he looked back out towards the living room and then he closed the door. "Did Billy leave?" I asked. "No, he is still out there. Beth, do you really want to do this? I looked at him, I looked at the closed door and then I turned away and looked out the window. I was afraid that I might start crying if I tried to start talking. I desperately wanted to talk to him but not if I was crying. I wasn't above using the weepy wife tactic on occasion. But I have my values. There are minor things and minor arguments where tears are a perfectly acceptable weapon when arguing with your husband. But the issue with Billy was far too important for tricks. This was something that had to be decided on its merits. "Are you mad at me?" he asked. "Yes," I told him. "Never, for one moment did I ever think of asking you to go to bed with him. I'm not sure exactly how we got to this point, but you and him together isn't something that I thought about...or even wanted." "I know," I told him. "What you wanted was for him to watch me bare ass naked on our bed getting fucked. I'm surprised that you two didn't start setting up cameras and spot lights to record the glorious moment. Did you ever stop to think for one minute how that might make me feel?" "Well, I would have been naked too. That wasn't just about Billy watching you." "Ray, you just don't understand, do you?" "Yeah, you're right. I don't get it. Could it possibly be that you are being too sensitive about this whole thing and that there isn't anything to get?" "Well, I guess there is only one way to know for sure. Why don't you send him in here and we might as well get this over with. You and I could deal with it later." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," I said as I watched him walk out of the room. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes and Billy walked in the room. "Hey Beth, Ray said that you are okay with this," he said while holding on to the door knob. He looked a little uneasy. I think all it would have taken would have been for me to stamp my foot and yell "Boo!" and he would have jumped out of his skin. Actually, jumping out of his pants might not have been a bad idea because I had absolutely no idea how we were going to get this started. But making love to a man without skin would have qualified as kinky and I told them both that I wasn't interested in anything kinky. "Billy, I don't know who to feel sorrier for. I know that you are not comfortable with this and this probably isn't anything like you imagined it would be. I'm a little surprised that you even want to go through with this." I told him while taking my robe off. "Yeah, I always thought it would happen in a little more romantic setting I suppose. But if you are sure this is okay with you, I really want this to happen. I'm a little worried about Ray though; I don't think he is too happy. He told me he could handle it but I don't know if he believed it. He really loves you Beth. He warned me about doing or saying anything that would hurt you. We have known each other our entire lives and as close as we are, it isn't anything compared to what he feels for you." "I'm hoping that tonight doesn't change anything with Ray and me." I answered while unbuttoning the top of my pajamas. This conversation was helping me. I didn't feel quite as angry and getting undressed while talking was much easier than standing in the room and doing a strip tease. "Nah, Ray loves you too much. If he gets mad at anyone, it'll be me. Should I be getting undressed also?" "It would probably help." I had the top of my pajamas unbuttoned and I sat down so that I could take my bottoms off. I slid both my panties and pajama bottoms off at once and although I didn't take the top off, it wasn't hiding much. Ron took his shirt and undershirt off in one motion and started working on his belt and trousers. "It's a little chilly in here so we probably should get under the covers," I said as I pulled back the bedspread. I glanced over at him and he was standing there completely naked except for his socks and shoes. He had dropped his pants and shorts and they were still bunched around his ankles. He looked a little comical and I couldn't help smiling as I told him, "You might want to take your shoes off and step out of your pants if you are going to get into bed with me." He glanced down and almost looked surprised to find them there as he quickly stooped down to remove his socks and shoes. He got in bed next to me. He put his arms around me and his strength surprised me as he pulled me next to him. He turned on his side and I don't think I was touching the bed at all as his right arm was holding up my entire weight. Our bodies couldn't have been closer together. He had my arms pinned to my side while he put his chin over my shoulder. At the very start of our embrace, there was a slight tremor in his legs but he started to relax and even his death grip on me seemed a little less severe. His body felt firm and hard. Everything was firm and hard. His body was also very warm, maybe hot. I could feel his hands on my back pushing me into his body; I could feel his firm thighs pressed against my legs and I could feel his hard cock wedged between my legs but pushing up at my sex. Billy didn't say a word and just held me while he had his face nuzzled above my shoulder in my hair. He was taking deep breaths as if he was smelling my hair. My body was responding and I was certain that he could also smell my arousal. I was a little taken aback at how quickly my body was responding but he was a healthy virile man who made me feel soft and desirable. He made me feel like a woman was supposed to feel at a time like this. He didn't move for the longest time and since he continued to hold me, I couldn't move either. Finally, I said, "Billy, I can't move, you have my arms pinned." "Oh, Beth! I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He was lean, strong and surprisingly gentle. He laid me back so softly, we could have been lying on fresh eggs and none would have broken. He pulled the covers down to our waists and stared at my breasts. He leaned down and put his lips on my right nipple and licked the nub with his tongue. His left hand caressed my waist while moving from my hip to my ribs. He seemed fascinated by the curve of my waist but not so much that he removed his lips from my breast. I put my hand on the back of his arm; on his triceps, and enjoyed feeling his hard and lean muscles. He released my nipple and asked me, "Are you ready?" Although I would have liked him to prolong this erotic moment, I nodded that I was. He raised his head and looked at me with a boyish grin on his face. That grin did something to my heart. It reminded me of Ray. Ray was the man who should have been there in bed with me. Our life together was just starting and it was with all my heart that I wanted our life together to be much closer to the start than the finish. But it was Billy who was in bed with me and it was Billy who had my body so on edge that every nerve in my womb was throbbing with electricity and begging for a cock to fill the void in my hungry sex. He climbed over my leg and put both of his knees between by legs while resting on his elbows. He lowered his lips to my neck and kissed my skin that was becoming moist from the perspiration on his face. He licked a trail to my jaw and then kissed along my jaw until he reached my ear. He gently nibbled at my ear lobe while whispering, "I will always remember this night." He couldn't have been moving more than a few seconds when he said, "Oh Beth, I think I'm coming!" "Stop moving!" I put my hands on his hips and tried to hold them. "Just try to hold still and think of something else." "What should I think of? I'm inside of you. How could I possibly think of anything else?" "Just try and don't move. You don't want your first time to end like this do you?" "Hey Beth; do you think Ray is sleeping?" "I don't know. I have mixed feelings about it. In one way, I hope he is sleeping but then I think I might be disappointed if he actually is. How are you doing, is this working?" "I think so." "Good. Let me help you. Let's roll over so I'm on top." He held me against him while turning us both over. I was laying there on top of him and again, he had his arms around me and my arms were pinned to my side. He seemed to be perfectly satisfied with us just lying against each other, body to body. I'll admit that it was nice but that wasn't why we were in bed together. I started wondering about the exact definition of when a man is no longer a virgin. It's pretty easy to pick the exact time that a girl loses her virginity but with a man, it's not quite as defined. There are probably different opinions on the subject and I couldn't help but to wonder what his opinion was. "Billy, I can't move again." "Oh yeah, I'm sorry Beth. This really feels good and I guess I kind of got lost in the moment." he said while releasing his grip on my body. I put my hands on his chest and pushed myself up so that my upper body wasn't lying on his chest. He wasn't overly muscular like the body builders but the hardness of his body was really sexy. His hardest part was still in me and I could feel his body heat buried deep inside of me. I could feel every contour and ridge and just as the blind face readers could see a face with their hands, my vagina sent a vibrant image to my brain. I thought tonight would be all about me giving and being used but I was wrong. I was the one using Billy. I was discovering new things about sex that had little to do with who was doing what to whom. Billy's body was teaching me that you don't even need to move to enjoy being in bed with a man. I thought back to what Ray said about me being too sensitive and was almost ready to agree with him. But he couldn't have been more wrong thinking this was just going to be about physical movement with no emotional involvement. I could feel Billy starting to move in me again. They were just short little moves as if he was testing himself. "Shit! I'm ready to come again. I'm sorry Beth, I'm too excited." "I thought you weren't going to move. Just lie there and try to be real still and let me try." I told him while I slowly raised my hips and felt his sex slowly slide through me to my opening. I could feel exactly where his head of his cock was and I was going to slowly push down again until I had his length completely encased within me. But he jerked back and pushed himself into our mattress causing his cock to pop out. As soon as that happened, I felt his release. His sperm was released in waves. First one wave came and then another and when I thought he was finished, a third, maybe even more copious wave came out of him. Although this probably wasn't quite the way he had hoped this would happen, he had a nice grin on his face and looked satisfied. He wasn't moving anymore and I still lay there on top of him, straddling his legs. "Well soldier, looks like we cured your virginity." I said while smiling at him. "I'll say. It was wonderful. I've never felt so good in my life. I only wish it could have lasted a little longer." "I wouldn't worry about that.' I told him. "This isn't about time. It's about how you feel. And Billy, you made me feel really good. I think you were great." He smiled, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately. Although his day was stressful, Billy had the luxury of falling asleep and calling an end to it. My day wasn't quite finished. I picked up my pajamas and went into our bathroom to wash up a little. I got dressed and went into our living room to check on Ray and found him lying on the couch. He had his eyes closed and it looked like he might be sleeping. I moved a little closer and knelt by the couch and thought that he might be faking the sleep part; so I nudged him a little. He opened his eyes and I didn't see any sleep or anger in there. "Got room on this for me?" I asked. "What happened to Billy?" "I think he's sleeping. I was only supposed to "de-virginize" him. You didn't say anything about sleeping with him so I thought I would come out here and sleep with my husband." "Well, did you?" "Are you asking if I did him?" "Yeah, that's what I mean," he said. "Yes. He isn't a virgin anymore." "How was it?" "It was okay, nothing special. Nothing happened that would make me think I married the wrong brother. He must be smaller than you because he didn't touch me in the same spots that you do?" "Really?" "Yep." Ray smiled at me. It was the same smile that I saw on his brother no more than a couple of minutes ago. He spread his arms, made room for me on the couch, and I accepted his invitation. I put my head on his shoulder, my arm around his waist and I knew then that my "Three Buddies" idea was sort of dumb.