Chapter 6 I'm getting wet

Fran nodded, "Since we were fifteen." Then we tested and liked the results, so we moved on. We don't do it too often, but I love our physical contact and the joy we bring to each other. We're very close. She paused, "However, last night was the first time I ran into her after she ejaculated into her vulva." She reached out and stroked Fran's hand. “Sure, we're pissed at each other, but under the everyday bullshit that might annoy us, we have a love base. We don't share anything genetically because we come from different marriages, so it's really Sapphic love.

Fran interjected, “But we really love men. Don't think we're tough lesbians or that we hate men. Far there. We've always loved guys, we've dated and tried to form special relationships. You were the first man to know our feelings for each other, and that... I guess we'll share. Ally doesn't know anything about us.

I asked, "Do you want to share or will this damage the relationship you both have?" I don't want that to happen. I would never forgive myself if I caused your breakup.

Fran said, “I think it was a great experiment that we started last night. I would love to see where we go from here.

Sheila nodded.

“I have a pretty bold proposition. for both of them I watched to make sure I got their attention. "Why don't you both move in with me?" This place is bigger than one of your apartments, and living together will make this trio challenging.

"A test?"

I said, "Well, last night we proved our gender compatibility, but how do we share living space, or housework, or me? We react like What about when we're not dating, when we're less than the best of us? that and if we're going to go on with it for much longer.. , we will develop communication skills. We had to share things we wouldn't have thought of like who would control the TV remote or incoming mail or whatever? “Meaning not many people jump into a wedding or one of the traditions that go with it. What does the proposal look like, and to whom, both of you? "

I said flatly, 'I just proposed. I will stop all other dates and focus on my relationship with each one - with both of them - Probably forever. We won't be able to hide in this place. Maybe we combine some decision points where we have to vote to continue or go our separate ways for some reason, but then we do it with less pain or resentment. . For example, if we started today, we would sit like this two weeks and a month from today and say where we are, how we feel, and what we can do. want to continue or not. We started again a month later, and so on. "

" So we'll keep our apartment for a while? "

" At least a couple of months to see where we are and if we can work it out", I signed up

Sheila turned to her sister and said, "What will mom and dad say? , or Allison? "

Fran frowned slightly. “Well, they encouraged us to continue dating, although I think they thought Steve would decide to get serious with either of us after a while. On the other hand, maybe we don't tell them.

Sheila said, “No, I think they should. We're almost thirty years old, so it's not like we haven't thought about it, right? We are simply explaining that we are testing.

Fran said with a hint of irony, "Yes, testing our emotions and our sexuality."

I added, "Well, I hope we don't have to share our sex lives with them."

Sheila said, “Sooner or later one or both of us will have to say a few words about some of the things going on in our mother's room. She will not leave this topic unanswered.

"How are you going to tell her about your own sexual interactions?"

Fran burst out laughing. " Good question. I don't know, but we'll think about it. In fact, I'd like to think about it for at least a few hours. We can make decisions over dinner instead of breakfast when I 'I'm still overshadowed by the good sex we had last night. '

' Sure. '

' And after the good sex we will now?" Sheila speculated. Three smiles broke out around the table. After throwing the dishes in the sink to soak them, we headed back to the bedroom.

Having sex during the day is completely different from having sex at night. At night, there's mystery in the dim light, romance in the candles dotting the bedroom, and the surging passion of knowing that you'll finally be cuddled up with the one you love after a love affair. stress love. Body fluids can be ignored until the next morning, even enjoyed while you are sleeping and dreaming of happiness.

During the day, even when obscured, the light is more exposed and more conducive to play and slower, especially late in the morning or early Sunday afternoon. This time around the sisters were closer and we had more triple sex than the night before I was in the spotlight. I think we all became more aware of each other, and the impact that each of our actions had - the reactions, the vibrations and turns and the tensions and the glances of joy. We have more manual and oral.

Several orgasms later, I hugged both girls into my naked body and we gasped for air to return to earth from our blissful journey of heaven.

Sheila said, "It's comfortable and it's fair."

Fran agrees and adds, "This is the first time I've had sex of the day. Well, and Steve, you give a girl the best orgasms." She kissed my chest.

Sheila said, “There is one thing that bothers me, however.

"What is this?" Fran and I asked in unison with worried voices.

"I'm getting wet."

We adjusted our position, then started a second shower of rain. It would be romantic to have a bath with each of the girls, however, my shower is running into the tub, the water is running very little and only one person can get wet at a time. Realism prevailed.

In the afternoon we went to the girls' apartment to change into their casual clothes, then we went down to the riverside and strolled around some of the shops for an early Christmas shopping. We were holding hands. We were standing. We kiss without caring if people see me kissing two women. We were very stunned. We were in love.

We stopped on our way back and had some Chinese for dinner. We gathered around the kitchen table again and started eating.

I turned to Fran, "So what do you think about the last 24 hours?"

She laughs. “Well, we should have given up on the movie when it all found out we were dating. That said, you need a bigger bed, a better shower and a place where we can do laundry in the apartment. If we keep going like this, we'll have dirty sheets of paper every day for a while. "

Sheila joins, "I was thinking too. My epiphany this afternoon involves the word engagement. Moving in with Steve, we're talking about trying out an engagement. Fran and I are engaged now because we grew up together, so that's really what we're trying to do, along with our commitment to Steve and his commitment to each of us. We each have different needs, and we're committed to meeting those needs - both the women's needs we sisters will have and Steve's men's needs. When we live together with a commitment, it means that we begin to consult each other about our schedules, our careers, our other friends, and when we see them, and the other choices we make, even as simple as taking it out to take home. "

Fran and I nodded as Sheila spoke.

Sheila continued, "Steve, this morning I said I love you, but you didn't answer. I don't know what to think about that. For me, living together is a commitment of unconditional love. You will never say, 'I would love you if...' You love me for who I am, warts and everything. That's not to say we won't encourage each other to be better people in every possible way, but I want these words of encouragement to be seen as the result of my love for each of them. you rather than me as a nag. ordinary things. "

I wanted to explain my thoughts on love that morning, but Sheila raised her hand.

She continued, "I've spent most of my life with Fran, and a hundred hours with him. Steve. During this time, you have become my favorite man in the world. Now, I don't need words, I want the actions of each of you to signal that you love me. The word can come later. My vote is, yes, we are moving in together.

I see a tear in the corner of my eye. I stood up and knelt by the chair and hugged her.

Fran softly said: “You two are so beautiful together.

I stretched out my hand. Fran got up and knelt next to me and we hugged. After a few seconds, Fran said, "I'm voting to be with you guys. I can't imagine a happier situation than living together. I bought everything my sister just said."

The rest of the dinner was about the logistics of moving two women with full wardrobes to my small apartment. We fixed the problem immediately by taking off my winter clothes, some rarely used sports gear, and stowing them in a corner of the living room. We thought we would store this in one of the girls' apartments on a temporary basis. After dinner, we drove to each girl's apartment, left my things at Sheila's, and picked up enough clothes and cosmetics for a few days. I left it to Fran and Sheila to share the rest of the space in the apartment. I'm curious how they will go about it. There was almost immediately a need for more bathroom closet space and vanity. We have started a to-do list.

I suggest that one or both of them call their parents and explain our new arrangement. About half past eight that night, my wife and I called home. I listened attentively to one side of the conversation. Fran talks on our side most of the time, although after the initial explanation there is a long silence when I think she is being told something her parents consider important.