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The rest of the afternoon was spent lolling about the balcony, kissing, caressing, rubbing oil on each other and letting the slippery parts slide in and out. Once the first passion was past, they just made love slowly, getting Sara off again and again. Steve made a pitcher of sangria. When the pistachios were opened, the shells and papery inner linings stuck to their oily skins.
The sun went down and they showered off the coating of nuts, salt, oil and sex. One thing led to another and Sara got laid again – this time, on her bed in front of the mirror – with a full range of gasps and groans and cries of happy fulfillment.
The guys made dinner. Baked fennel, spicy oven-roasted potatoes and loin lamb chops served with Steve´s wonderful red wine. Ice cream with hot fudge and whipped cream. They were hungry, so there was little talk until Sara´s fine, seventy-five-year old brandy appeared. Over the edge of his glass, Ralph asked, “Say, Sara. What about Teddy? Is he coming tomorrow? Can he handle this?’
Sara told Ralph of Teddy´s call the night before. And she didn´t think Teddy could have ‘handled it´.
“Well, you know, yourself, Sara, he was sort of your childhood sweetheart, all grown up. You had this romantic thing about Teddy, you took care of him. And for him, you were his innocent, beautiful love. I´m not even sure how he managed to go to bed with you.’
“He did, though, and he was good in bed,’ Sara said. “But you´re right, we had a pretty unreal relationship. Just the same, I will miss him a lot. There´s no substitute for someone who thinks you are beautiful and pure and innocent.’
“As well as hell in bed,’ Ralph added.
Sara laughed ruefully, and dabbed her eyes with her napkin. Steve pulled her close, their bodies blending on the dining bench. “From what he said on the phone, though,’ Steve said, “he learned a lot from you. He probably won´t spend the rest of his life looking for the unattainable, and he´ll know a good lay when he finds it. You gave him a lot of things he needed.’
“Thanks, Steve. I hope you´re right. And I got a lot from him in terms of trust and adoration, even though he knew all about my lifestyle. He likes Ralph, even though he knew his Sundays were a continuation of the Saturdays I spent fucking Ralph. They used to meet sometimes. ‘Changing shifts´, he called it.
“But, I´m glad you brought this up. Tomorrow is now officially open – you don´t have to go to a museum, Steve. Can you spend all day, Ralph? I have an idea.’
Ralph could stay. He even said they would have to drive him off at gunpoint.
“Well, see what you think of this. Last week, I met the girlfriend, no, the wife of the guy I sleep with Tuesday nights. He´s Jerry Goldsmith, she´s Bev Suzuki, a free-lance graphic artist. I spent the afternoon with her and the night with Jerry, Bev and her Tuesday night boyfriend. Now, with Teddy not coming – not going to be here – (that´s awful!),’ Sara giggled. “Anyway, what do you say I call Jerry and Bev and ask them to come over for brunch and whatever? Ralph, you might find it worthwhile new contact.’ Sara leered at him.
“Oh, does she have Saturdays open?’ Ralph leered back.
Sara dumped a soggy lettuce leaf in his lap. “Idiot! But you two might get on, or get it on, or whatever. Anyway, what´s the reaction?’
“Sounds like you´ve got another plan, Stan,’ Steve said.
“Sounds like fun to me,’ Ralph said. “But you know, I´m thinking of spending a little more time with Helen these days.’
“Helen´s your other girlfriend?’ Sara asked. “Somehow, I hadn´t thought of you as a one-woman man.’
“No reason why you should. And I´m not really, even though Helen and I live together now. Guess we´ll just see how it works out. Pass the telephone. I´d better call and tell her I won´t be home until Monday.’
“Use the phone in the bedroom, Ralph. You´ll be able to talk there.’
Ralph went off to the bedroom and Steve cuddled up beside Sara. “Ralph described Helen to me this morning. The word he used was ‘polyamorous´,’ Steve noted. In answer to Sara´s blank look, he added, “That´s what we are.’
“It never occurred to me that there was a word for it,’ she said.
When Ralph returned, Sara said, “Meant to suggest this. Do you want to ask Helen to join us?’
“No, I think she would need a little time to get to know all of us before she wanted to get involved. Anyway, she´s got her boyfriend there and he´ll be glad to stay.’
“Can´t blame her for any of that,’ Sara said. “I´d feel the same way. Maybe you guys will come to visit at the club.’
“I think that´s pretty likely. I´ve told her what you told me about it. She said she likes the idea. She wants to meet you, too.’
“Why haven´t we met? I´d have liked that. But I guess it´s a little tricky, isn´t it, expecting your lovers to be friends with each other... Look, before it gets too late, let me call Jerry and Bev. Steve, when´s your plane?’
“I can leave anytime Monday. I can get back, pack up the office and be ready to move to the club at the end of the week. Thursday be okay?’
“Yeah, the movers are coming here Wednesday. I´ll be there Thursday. Let´s try to meet at the airport. I´ve sold my car – we just need to get a new one. We can rent one ‘till then.
“If that´s settled, let me call. Pass the phone. …Bev? Sara. Listen, Steve´s here this weekend, and we spent the night with a friend of mine, Ralph. What? Yes, he´s my very special Saturday man.’ She smiled and snuggled in Ralph´s direction. “Look, we want to know if you and Jerry want to come over tomorrow. Brunch, probably dinner, maybe breakfast. Uh-huh. Right. Well, okay, bring anything you want. We´ll check it out, and if we need anything else, we can draw straws and the loser goes out to get it while the rest of us play... Make it about ten. If we´re not up, you can join us. See you. Oh, hey, Bev? Yeah, I can´t wait.’
Sara gave the phone back to Ralph, who hung it up. She slipped off the bench and walked nakedly around the living room, bending and stretching. The men´s eyes followed her. When she came back to the dining area, she picked up Ralph´s dishes and moved them in front of Steve. “Steve, would you be a love and load the dishwasher?’ Steve started to clear the table, while Ralph went on watching Sara´s swaying breasts. She pushed in front of him, sat on the edge of the table, leaned back on her elbows and swung her legs onto Ralph´s shoulders. “Ready for dessert, Ralph?’
Ralph was ready. Steve, passing by with a bowl of whipped cream, dropped a huge gob of it on Sara´s tummy. She yelped in surprise, and Ralph put the cream to good use. Returning, Steve poured the last of the warm fudge topping on Sara´s breasts and began licking it off.
In the night, Sara woke up. She felt the warmth of the two men on either side of her, felt her love for each of them stir in her. There were two arms over her body, two long, soft penises on her thighs and a pool of juices inside her.
‘Dear God,´ she said to herself, ‘I am a very lucky, very happy woman. Thank you.´