Archive-name: 3plus/curious.ffm

Archive-author: James C. Lynn

Archive-title: Matter of Curiosity, A





Debbie and I had been talking on the phone for about half an hour now.

Our conversation was not relaxed and comfortable. Finally she got down to

the subject that was on both our minds.



"John," she said hesitantly, "I'm going to do it."



My heart jumped in my chest. Even after two weeks of discussion my

feelings still weren't clear. With a dry mouth I asked, "Okay. What can I

do?", knowing full well there wasn't anything.



But she managed to surprise me. "You can be there with me. I talked to

Amy and she says it's fine. She says you're cute." she added with a nervous

titter.



"Um, right. Why do you want me there? I though you-"



"I'd like you with me for moral support." she said quietly, "I know

what I said, and I do want to do it very much. I'd just like you with me."



My head was spinning. "This is nuts!" I said giddily.



"Life usually is." she answered philisophically. "Well, do you want

to? You always told me it was your favorite fantasy..." she teased.



I had to laugh. "Fantasy's one thing. This is real life, though. I...

okay. When are we getting together?"



"Tomorrow around lunch. I thought we'd spend the day together and get

more comfortable with each other."



"All right." I sighed. We made plans to meet at a resturant at noon

the next day and said our goodbyes. I was sweating when I hung up the

phone.



I didn't know if I was going to be able to handle this or not.



Some folks are more open minded than others. I always thought I was,

myself, but then rarely was my open-mindedness brought to the test. Debbie

and Amy worked together in the same office and had known each other for a

long time. As long as Debbie had known me, at least. Debbie had also known

that Amy was bisexual. What she hadn't known was that Amy had been

attracted to her almost from the start. Two weeks ago, over a private

lunch, Amy finally broke down and told her. Later that evening I recieved a

very agitated phone call.



"I-I didn't know what to say." Debbie had told me. "I never had a

woman look me straight in the eye and tell me she wanted to sleep with me

before!"



"Calm down..." I said reassuringly. "It's all right. What did you tell

her?"



"Well," she said slowly, "I told her I didn't know what to say. I

didn't want to hurt her feelings so I didn't turn her down on the spot."



"But you are going to tell her no.. aren't you?"



There was a very long pause on the phone before she answered. "I don't

know."



"You don't know?" I repeated, quite astounded.



"No." She said. Another pause. "I've known her for a couple years.

Some... sometimes I kinda wondered what it would be like. With her."



I swallowed hard. I couldn't believe it! I was getting jealous of

another woman! Debbie and I had been lovers for over a year and neither one

of us had gone to bed with anyone else. I had never had the slightest

inkling of this secret desire before.



However, one of the things that had kept us together was mutual

supportiveness and not interfering in the other's decisions. I sighed,

"Well, it's up to you. You think you want to do this?"



"I don't know." She repeated. "I think I might. Just once."



"All right." I said, trying to ignore the feelings churning inside of

me.



There was a lot of talking over the two weeks that followed. Every

night I wondered if she had done it yet, but refused to allow myself to

press her on the subject. During each phone conversation, though, it

eventually came across that she was still undecided.



Why was I upset? Though we were lovers, we had no formal agreements

between us. We liked it that way, because we stayed together out of

preference. But we were perfectly free to do what we wished with whomever

we wished. This was the first time this agreement had been put to the

test.



Perhaps it was my ego. I began to wonder if I had been a good enough

lover, if I was somehow inadequete. But when I had voiced these concerns to

Debbie she just laughed and told me it had nothing to do with that at all.

It was just a matter of curiosity.



The morning of our get-together, a Saturday, dawned bright and warm. I

hadn't slept much the previous night and awoke bleary eyed and stumbling. I

was nervous and maybe a little excited. Lots of guys had fantasies about

being with two women at once, but for most it remained a fantasy. Being

actually faced with the reality was something entirely different. But

despite my misgivings I decided I was going to go through with it. For

Debbie.



But upon reflection I decided I was doing it for myself as well.



We met for lunch at a small resturant over by her place. Debbie and

Amy were together by the door waiting for me. Debbie was dressed in a loose

cotton shirt and tan shorts, showing off her nicely toned legs. She wore

her long blonde hair loosely about her shoulders. She was beautiful and I

wanted her on the spot.



Amy was a brunette, wearing a tank top and fairly tight jeans, which

showed her curves nicely. She didn't wear a bra, and her nipples poked

through the thin fabric, distracting my attention. Debbie noticed and

frowned, so I tried to keep my eyes to myself. Not an easy task, believe

me. I opened the door and ushered them in.



Lunch was nice but conversation was sparse. I think we were all a

little nervous and uptight about things. For the most part we stuck to safe

topics, like terrorist bombings and the possibility of Iraq getting the

bomb. I don't even remember what we ate but it wasn't a lot.



Afterwards we decided to go over to Debbie's apartment because she had

the nicest place. It was still early afternoon so I put a movie on her VCR

and we sat on the couch together, watching it and not saying much of

anything. After the show was over I finally announced "This isn't working.

We need to get more comfortable with each other."



"I have an idea." Amy spoke up. "Let's adjourn to the hot tub for a

while. At least we'll relax."



Good idea. We went into different rooms and switched into bathing

suits. When I came out I saw Debbie wearing her usual green and white one

piece but Amy had borrowed that red string bikini that Debbie had never

quite gotten the nerve to wear. The effect was quite spectacular, as Amy

was more buxom than Deb and the fabric strained to hold her up, but I made

a point of not looking too thoroughly or Deb would start fuming again. But

I did notice her stealing more than one glance at Amy herself as we walked

down to the hot tub at the center of the complex. Maybe this was working

after all...



Apparently everybody else was busy because the pool area was deserted.

Fine by me. Debbie stepped into the tub and just sat down but Amy lowered

herself into the steaming water with a grace I had to admire. I just jumped

in with a splash and aggravated squeals from the others. Amy remarked, "I

guess some people never grow up..."



Debbie replied, "Yeah, but I've had a year to get used to it." I

smiled and said nothing. A good general knows enough not to push matters

when he's outnumbered.



Eventually the heat and afternoon sun made us a little drowsy and

relaxed. Eventually we started talking. Amy talked about how she had been

attracted to Debbie for a long time but was afraid to say anything for fear

of ruining a good friendship. Some people treated gays and bisexuals like

lepers and it took her a long time to trust Deb enough to open up finally.

Then Debbie said she had always been a little curious about bisexuality,

and wondered what it was like to feel a woman's touch. She even admitted

that she was feeling a definite attraction towards Amy, and seeing her in

that bikini was a definite turn-on.



I admitted to my original misgivings, and confessed to a little

jealousy at first. Debbie pushed me good-naturedly. "You dummy. I'm not

about to leave you for another girl or guy! I think it'd do us both some

good to loosen up a bit, though." Reluctantly I agreed. The intimacy of the

situation was beginning to turn me on as well, though. I ran my foot up

Debbies leg playfully. I felt something strange and looked down to see Amy

was doing the same to Deb's other leg. Both girls smiled at me as if I'd

just discovered a guilty secret. My heart gave a small leap and my cock

became hard almost at once. I was shocked by the strength and immediacy of

my reaction.



For a while we all played footsie under the water. At one point Amy

ran her foot all the way up to my crotch and against the front of my

swimsuit, feeling my still erect penis. She smiled knowingly as she

caressed it several times with her foot before taking it back. I looked at

Debbie and didn't see any more jealousy in her eyes, but rather smouldering

passion. This hot tub was getting hotter by the minute.



Deb moved over by Amy and touched her, under the water. Amy responded

and I watched as they caressed each other, slowly, sensuously. I watched in

amazement as Deb's hand slid down Amy's back and slipped into the rear of

her bikini bottom to caress her ass underneath. Amy was returning the favor

as best she could with Deb's one-piece. They moved closer together and

their mouths met and I cleared my throat loudly.



Both girls looked at me as if shaken from a dream. I said, "I really

hate to interrupt but we ARE in direct view of about 40 different

apartments out here..."



Debbie back off across the tub so fast she slipped and would have gone

under if I hadn't caught her. Amy was looking around wildly trying to spot

any faces in the windows. They were both blushing bright red and I didn't

blame them. It was about time we got out, anyway.



We toweled off on the concrete, maintaining careful decorum all the

while, and dripped our way back to Debbie's apartment. On the landing, Amy

said, "You know, I've been thinking, is there really any need to change

back to our clothes?"



Of course I didn't get it right off, and said, "We can't wear these

suits in the house. What will we wear?" Amy stared at me until the meaning

sunk in. "Oh."



We piled in through the door and Deb and I headed for the master bath

while Amy made for the spare. In the master bathroom we peeled our suits

off and jumped in the shower together, washing each other. I ran my soapy

hands up and down her slick body and she moaned in pleasure. "Excited?" I

asked.



"Yessss..." she replied in a breathy voice. Then she rinsed off and

she sopaed me up, taking a little extra time at my cock, which stood

straight out stiff as a board. Then she rubbed up against me, her hard pink

nipples brushing my chest as my slippery cock pressed against her lower

belly. We held each other like that for a moment before we broke and

showered the rest of the soap away.



As we dried ourselves I took advantage of our last private moment and

asked, "How are you feeling about all this?"



She paused for a moment, reflecting. "I... don't know. Back in the tub

I shocked myself. The attraction was incredible! I'd never felt like that

before... except with you." She hesitated, blushing. "But now that we're

alone together I feel... intimidated again. I'm so glad you're here to

share this." She threw her arms around me in a ferocious hug. I hugged her

back, enjoying the affection. It was a very special and tender moment, and

I'll always remember it.



Finally we had dallied long enough. Suits and towels were hung up and

we stood at the door, nude, ready to go out and face whatever there was to

face. Debbie swallowed hard and nodded, and I opened the door.



I poked my head out but the hall was empty. I walked out carefully,

feeling as naked as I was, wondering where the hell Amy went. Deb followed

close behind, hands on my shoulders, using me to hide behind. People can be

so damn silly sometimes, and I had to smile at the though. We both almost

jumped out of our birthday suits when a familiar voice rang out from the

bedroom at the end of the hall. "There you are! I was beginning to wonder

if you'd gone on without me."



Amy stepped out into the hall and leaned against the doorway, her hand

on one bare hip, smiling. True to her word, she too was nude. Those

magnificent breasts hung gorgeously free, large pink nipples begging to be

touched and caressed. She kept herself in good shape, and it showed in her

well toned form. The dark triangle of her pubic hair was a sharp contrast

to her light skin, making her seem somehow more naked as if that were

possible. I took her in from head to toe unabashedly, and she did the same

to me. This girl was definitely not shy anymore.



Deb was still hiding behind me, peeking over my shoulder. I reached

back and put an arm around her to bring her out beside me. The time for

modesty was long past. Amy sized her up with a definitely aroused gleam in

her eye. Deb was almost shrinking away from her, though. I realized that,

unlike the tub scene, this was not spontaneous, and and she had had time to

think about things and the warring impulses scared her. With my hand on her

shoulder I felt her starting to shiver. This was not going well.



Amy apparently reached the same comclusion as I did. She walked

towards us, hips swaying seductively, and took each of us by the hand. In a

low, seductive voice, she said, "Let's go in the bedroom and get

comfortable with each other."



We sat down on Deb's big double bed, Deb and I at the head while Amy

settled at the foot, her legs folded under her in a classic pose. Her skin

seemed to glow in the dim light from the bedstand lamp. I was more

concerned about Debbie, though. She was still shivering under my arm and

her muscles were tensed, like a frightened doe getting ready to bolt. I

didn't even think about what I did next. I moved behind her and placed my

hands on her shoulders and began kneading the muscles with strong, slow

strokes. After a moment she closed her eyes and leaned back against me,

letting out a huge sigh. The shivering stopped.



Quietly the three of us talked, not saying anything important, as I

massaged and stroked and caressed Deb on her shoulders, back, and sides. I

was careful to avoid touching anything overtly sexual, as I was intent on

relaxation, not excitement.



Finally I moved back to the side of the bed and let Debbie lay against

a pillow. She silently thanked me with half-lidded eyes. Whatever was to

happen next, it was up to Amy. Much as it bothered me, this was something I

couldn't do.



Amy knelt at Deb's feet and took one of her hands. She held it in both

of hers, gently caressing it. After a moment she slid her hands up Deb's

arm, slowly, deliberately, letting her get used to another woman's touch.

"How does that feel?" she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.



"Gooooood..." Debbie sighed, revelling in the sensation.



Amy's hands moved up to caress her neck, then her face. Debbie closed

her eyes in a smile of pure pleasure, tilting her head up as Amy brushed

under her chin. Then Amy leaned forward and planted a small, gentle kiss on

her cheek. Deb let a small moan escape.



Then Amy moved her hands downward, stroking her shoulders, and her

sides. Then up Deb's belly to her breasts. She cupped one in each hand and

massaged them very gently, rubbing her thumbs across her erect nipples.

Debbie let out a surprised gasp and arched her back under Amy's touch. "Oh

Goddd..."



This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life and

my penis jutted stiffly up from my lap. I touched it gently with my

fingers, enjoying the sensations I was feeling down there as well.



Amy moved her hands down further, down Deb's belly and sides, over the

gentle curve of her hips and down the length of her thighs. Then back up

again, this time running over her golden fur. Deb's legs parted like water

and her hips thrusted upwards at the touch.



Amy leaned forward again, and this time kissed Debbie full on the

mouth. Her lips lingered, and I saw them part as her tongue darted out and

between Debbie's lips. This turned into a deep, passionate french kiss as

Debbie wrapped her arms around Amy, crushing her to her.



They moved down on the bed, Amy lying on top, and their arms and legs

intertwined in a fluid tango of passion. Deb's breath was coming in little

gasps as Amy moved her mouth downward, briefly tracing her collarbone and

over the curve of her right breast. She circled her tongue around the hard

pink nipple before taking it in her mouth and gently sucking it between her

teeth. Debbie arched her back again and let out a loud groan as she slid

her hands down Amy's back and gripped her ass tightly.



Amy worked on the one breast for a moment, then switched to the other

one as Deb's moans and gasps became more frantic. I was actively stroking

myself, keeping myself just below the threshold of orgasm. If I wasn't very

careful, I would ejaculate and probably shower them both. The last thing I

wanted to do was interrupt things now.



Amy was moving again, down Deb's belly in a series of licks and small

kisses. She ran her tongue through Deb's golden bush, tracing a little

circle and then moving straight down between her thighs, deep into the

cleft of her pussy.



Debbie's moans became cries as she thrust her pelvis up and down, but

gently so as not to interrupt what Amy was doing. She put a hand to her

mouth to stifle herself but it was a losing battle as her movements became

more and more frantic and her cries got louder.



Finally her hips arched as high as they could possibly go and she

almost screamed "Oh God, I'm cominggggg..." through her hand as every

muscle locked in ultimate pleasure. For a long, long moment it lasted

before she finally came down, panting like a marathon runner. Tears were

running freely down her cheeks.



Amy planted a last, gentle kiss on Deb's quivering pussy and then

crawled back up to lay face to face with her, arms wrapped around each

other like long-time lovers. And they rested.



After a moment I moved to snuggle up on Deb's other side. My raging

erection pressed against her hip and she stroked it indifferently.



How did I feel at the moment? Jealous. I just watched my girlfriend

get the fuck of her life from another woman, in a way I could never do.

Sure, I could do the same things but it wouldn't be the same. I felt very

inadequete. It didn't help that I was exceedingly horny and Debbie seemed

quite fucked out for the night. She took her hand off my cock and caressed

Amy's breast, feeling its texture and weight. She explored the nipple,

which grew hard under her touch as Amy looked on.



Then Debbie sighed contentedly. "My God. I never thought it would be

this intense. This was something I think I really needed." She wiped at the

still damp tears on her cheeks. "Jeez, I'm crying..." She said in quiet

amazement.



My cock had wilted at the feelings that were raging inside me.

Watching their girlfriend make love with another woman was a fantasy of

many men, including me, or so I thought. But I was now feeling jealous and

hurt and a little betrayed. I might not have hurt so bad except more than

once I had heard Deb moan "I love you!" in the heat of her passion. I began

to worry she might even leave me for this woman.



Debbie whispered something I didn't catch in Amy's ear and she nodded

silently. They lay together a moment longer, savoring the warmth, and then

Amy leaned up on her elbow and caught my eye.



"Wanna play?"



Shocked, my breath caught in my throat. I glanced down at Debbie and

she was looking at me. In her eyes I saw only love and not the slightest

trace of jealousy. Instantly I felt ashamed of myself. I struggled with

myself for a long moment and finally decided "Sure."



Amy got up and walked around the bed to perch on my side. I lay back

as she caressed my chest in slow, silken movements. The hand moved down my

belly and toyed with my pubic hair. She said softly, "The first time I saw

you erect I was amazed at how big you were. Debbie's been selfish, keeping

you all to herself so long..." Amy bent down to my stiffening penis and

placed it in her mouth, slowly working it with her tongue. Within a moment

I was completely hard again.



Now, I am not bragging when I say I am big. It's just the truth. Many

women had discovered this with delight, but it has had a couple of problems

as well. Oral sex is one. Most women could only get their mouths about

halfway down its length, and usually their jaw muscles tired out long

before I was able to come. As a result I never had enjoyed receiving oral

sex that much.



But Amy managed to change that.



I watched in quiet astonishment as Amy slowly lowered her mouth on my

cock, inch by agonizing inch, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

For a long moment she held it there as I savored the feeling of my entire

cock in her mouth before she let it out. Then she plunged it in again,

flicking her tongue across the underside as she went. The feeling was

incredible.



I looked over and saw that Debbie was watching me with half-lidded

eyes. She placed a hand on my chest and slowly caressed it. Amy continued

plunging my cock deep into her mouth as I stroked her hair gently. I could

feel the pleasant pressure building at the base of my cock and I made her

stop.



I pulled her up on top of me and kissed her deeply, our tongues

intertwining in our mouths. My hands explored her back and sides, grabbing

her ass tightly as she thrust her hips against my cock. I traced my mouth

lightly along her jawline and down to the hollow of her throat as she

tilted her head back to allow me freer access. I encountered a hand on the

way down to her breast and saw that Deb was already fondling her, rubbing

her thumb across the hardening nipple. I sucked her other nipple instead.



Amy's breath was rapidly quickening into throaty moans at our touches.

Her hips were grinding against mine in slow, sinuous rhythem. My hand

glided down over her ass and between her thighs to stroke her wet pussy.

Her moans became much louder as her whole body jerked in time with my

caresses.



Finally she could stand it no longer. She moved forward and lowered

herself on my throbbing cock. She was so wet that I slid in in one long,

wet movement to bury myself deep into her body. Deb was sitting up in a

crosslegged position beside us and stroking us both as Amy and I thrust our

hips together. Her movements quickly became frantic as her moans turned

into cries, loud and sharp.



I came first. My whole cock became electrified with pleasure and my

hips arched up hard enough to raise her off the bed, ramming my cock as

deep as possible as the pleasure exploded, pumping my seed deep into her

body.



She came a bare second later, as my orgasm pushed her over the edge.

Her nails dug deep into my shoulders as every muscle locked tight with a

sharp scream.



An endless, timeless moment as we both froze, sharing a pleasure that

overwhelmed all else and transcended ourselves. For that brief, awesomely

beautiful moment, we were as one. Then slowly, slowly we relaxed as Amy

lowered herself on top of me. Deb laid her head on Amy's back, still slowly

stroking her.



We lay together for a long time, enjoying the warm, loving afterglow.

Amy moved off of me and I had a woman on each side. Debbie kissed me and

said softly, "That was a scene of consummate beauty. And I wasn't jealous."

I kissed her back. Then I kissed Amy for good measure.



Eventually exhaustion overtook us and we slept, arms still around each

other...



The next morning was a little awkward, but not very. We had spent the

night, not havign sex, but making love, and it had left its mark upon us. I

found myself caring for both of these women, and felt no jealously when

they exchanged a long kiss. I no longer felt shut out, because there was

love enough to go around. For all of us.



Amy left a little while later after breakfast. We all exchanged hugs

and Deb and I watched arm in arm as Amy got into her car and drove off.

Back inside, Deb gave me another hug that lasted for a long, long time. "I

love you." she whispered against my chest. "I love you both."



We all had busy schedules, so opportunities to get together were rare.

I slept with them seperately sometimes, and sometimes they slept together

without me. But it was by far the best when the three of us all got

together, and often our lovemaking sessions lasted through the night and we

greeted the dawn with bleary eyes and satiated bodies. As love affairs went

it was surely unique.



Eventually we all went our seperate ways. Amy moved to Seattle and

eventually married. I hoped her husband had an open mind. Deb still lives

in town and we sometimes get together for coffee. Not often, because she is

concentrating on her career and has very little free time.



As for myself, I get by. There's been other women since, but I still

miss the warmth and tenderness we three had shared. I can only hope I will

find something like that again someday.



Someday...