Chapter 2

"Uh, Hi, Marilou."

"Hi."

"Come in. Wine?"

"Yeah, I think I might need some. Kinda nervous, you know."

"You're nervous? What about me?"

"Don't all you guys just think with your little head?"

"Often, yes. But this is way different," he said as he handed her a generous pour. "Would it be OK if I started off with a few questions?"

"Sure."

"You need to tell me in your own words what it is you want."

"Oooh, wow. Uh, well, I want to sleep with a guy. Have sex with a guy. At least once in my life. You, you're nice and I thought you'd be a good one to try this with."

"So, the Gold Star thing, you're willing to give it up?"

"That is such bullshit. Any woman who brags about it or demands it of a partner is blowing hot air. I much prefer our past relations stay there, in the past, and if I've been with a guy, it shouldn't matter. And if it does, then I'm not interested."

He sat quietly but his mind was racing. It was clear she wanted this. He had expected her to be a little more reserved, maybe embarrassed even, but she had emphatically stated her desires and boldly told him her thoughts on the Gold Star thing.

"Do you have any, uh, any positions you want to try?"

"You mean, do I want you to crawl on top and fuck me? No, I haven't gone that far in my thinking. I was hoping it could be more, uh, more fluid than that. And you do know I want Cathy there."

"Sex with both me and Cathy?"

"Sure, if you both want to, why not?"

He looked at her and let a tiny grin cross his lips. "OK."

"OK?"

"Yeah, OK. I'm in."

"Oh, Jim, that's great," she squealed as she went over to him and gave him a big hug. "I'm sure I'll be nervous, but I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Thank you."

For the first time since Marilou had arrived, Cathy spoke up, "I propose a toast. To Marilou who's embarking on a new journey. Here, here!"

"Here, here!"

—–

Several weeks later, the big night had arrived. Marilou had arranged her schedule to be off for a few days before a weekend when both Jim and Cathy were available. They had agreed to have Jim come over after dinner and since neither woman was on birth control, he was responsible for the condoms. When he knocked on the door, he nervously fiddled with them in his pants pocket while he made sure the lighter and joint were safely in his shirt pocket.

"Come in, come in," Cathy said with a big smile.

"Thank you. How are you all doing?"

"I'm fine. Marilou?"

"Good, I guess. A little nervous, maybe."

"Yeah, well, me too. I'd like to suggest two things before we get started. First, I think we need a safe word. This will be for all of us. If anyone wants things to stop, we say 'pickleball' and we all stop what we're doing."

"That's mainly for me, I'm sure," said Marilou.

"Yeah, but for all of us, just in case."

"OK. What's the second thing?"

"I think we're all probably a little nervous. How about a small dose of a natural relaxant? I've got some Indica here and think if we each took one or two tokes, not enough to get stoned but enough to relax, it might make things go a lot better."

Cathy piped up, "Great idea, Jim. Take the edge off. That Ok with you, ML?"

"Sure. I've not had any in a few years so I'll probably stop with one toke."

He lit up the joint, took a moderately deep drag and handed it to Cathy who also took a hit. Marilou took a big hit and held it while handing the joint back to Jim. He and Cathy took another hit but Marilou, who was still holding her breath, shook her head 'No.'

A few minutes later Jim could feel the calming effects and was glad he had stopped when he did. "You OK, Marilou?"

"Yeah. Much better. Not stoned, but relaxed."

"Not to be clinical but shouldn't we take this back into the bedroom?" asked Cathy.

"Sure." "OK."

The bedroom was perfectly set up. The temperature was on the warm side which would allow for naked fun, the lighting was muted, mellow jazz played softly on hidden speakers and the bed was turned down with several pillows strewn about. He noted there were three water glasses on a bedside table. 'Nicely done,' he thought.

"How are we going to do this? Who's going to start?" he asked.

His question was answered by Cathy as she reached over and pulled Marilou to her. They held each other in a loose hug before she tipped her head up seeking a kiss from the taller Marilou. Their kiss seemed warm and comfortable but not particularly sexy or erotic. Once they broke their kiss, Cathy turned to Jim, inviting him with her eyes as she stepped away from Marilou.

Before he knew it, they were in each other's arms. He lowered his head to hers while looking Marilou closely in the eyes. A flicker of concern darted across them before she closed them and tipped her head up to him. Their lips met. And it was nice. Very nice. At first, they were tight, but as the kiss went on, her lips loosened and she began to actively participate, responding to his nibbles with tiny darts of her tongue across his lips.

After they broke apart, they opened their eyes, peering deeply at each other. He saw, or perhaps it was only his imagination, a tiny look of desire in her eyes.

"God, you two looked so sexy," whispered Cathy.

"Felt sexy, too," responded Marilou as she reached up for another kiss. This time her tongue began probing and exploring as her grip on his torso tightened. If he hadn't known she was a lesbian, he would have thought she was starting to get serious.

When they broke the kiss, Cathy tugged at Marilou and pulled her close, offering her lips to her friend. As he watched them, Jim realized they were totally comfortable with each other. Yes, it was clear they might have been FWB's but their relationship was perhaps a little stronger than Cathy had let on.

He looked down to see Cathy slowly teasing Marilou's buttons open, revealing her bra-covered breasts and tight belly with each subsequent button. Once her blouse was pulled free from her jeans, Marilou returned the favor by teasing Cathy's T-shirt free from her pants and slowly pulling it up until they had to break their kiss. Cathy leaned back, raised her arms and let her lover pull the shirt over her head. Cathy's larger breasts, ensconced in a thin, lacy bra, drew his eyes until she began to chuckle.

"See ML, all you have to do is flash some boob and the guy's like putty in your hands."

"With yours, maybe, but these little things…"

"Marilou," he said emphatically, "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. I happen to like all sizes and shapes of breasts."

"And what about you?" Cathy asked him, "When do we see what you got?"

"Ooh, let me," murmured Marilou, "I want to see him first." She stepped to him and quickly undid his buttons, nearly tearing the bottom one loose, before she slid his shirt back over his shoulders. "Not bad, for a guy, that is," she giggled nervously.

While Marilou had been taking care of his shirt, her bra was unclasped by Cathy, letting her breasts free. It took all his willpower to not stop and stare but when Marilou came back to him for another hug, he felt them rub up against his lower chest. It was more than enough to stoke the fires below and he felt himself harden. Several more kisses followed with him hugging Marilou and Cathy holding her from behind. He let his hands slide over to her and soon realized she must have ditched her bra in the meantime. Yet again he summoned all of his willpower to avoid staring but was soon undone as Cathy said, "Luv, we need to let him look. You OK with it?"

"Yeah?" came the slightly timid response.

They backed away from him, stood side-by-side holding hands with their free hands placed in a sexy pose on their hips, thrust out their chests and smiled. Jim let his eyes slide south. Both, that is, all four breasts, were phenomenal. Marilou's were smaller but perched higher on her chest, standing proudly with puffy areolae and erect nipples as if to say, 'Look at me!' Cathy's were larger, more rounded and swayed slightly with her movement but still were attractive and had not succumbed to the ravages of gravity.

"Well?" asked Cathy.

"Beautiful, both, uh, all four are beautiful."

"Good. See there, ML, yours are very nice and this man concurs."

"But they're so…"

"No! I won't hear it. A good specimen of the male species has passed judgment and we will respect it. But since he's seen us, maybe it's time for us to see him, huh?"

"You want me to drop trou?"

"Not you, but Marilou's going to do it. Here, Luv, kneel in front of him and undo his pants."

Both knelt and started to work on his belt and zipper. Once they were undone, Marilou grabbed his pants and pulled them down. His erection became obvious behind his boxers and before he knew it, a nervous-appearing Marilou reached up and gently stroked it with her index finger.

"Take his boxers down."

Marilou pulled them from below, catching his erection in the waistband.

"Ooh, easy there," he chuckled, "Here, let me free this rascal."

Once he pulled his cock towards his belly, Marilou tugged his shorts to the floor with a soft gasp.

"That, my dear, is a live cock. About average size, I would say," said Cathy.

"You OK with the size?" he asked.

"Oh, I've used bigger dildos," she giggled, "So no worries there. And look, it seems to bounce."

"With each heartbeat," he informed her, "And if you touch it, you can feel the same pulsations."

She timidly touched him again with her index finger. "It's so soft, the skin is." She next grasped him with her hand wrapped around him. "And yet so hard."

"Quite the paradox, isn't it?" asked Cathy. "Let's get him into bed and we can join him."

He grabbed the condoms from his pocket, laid them on the bedside table and stretched out to watch 'the girls' slip off each other's pants. Surprisingly, Cathy was going commando while the younger Marilou had on a delightful and sexy thong which barely hid the essentials. Cathy gave her ass a friendly swat before pulling the thong down.

Jim liked pussies. He liked them hairy, trimmed or shaved, it made no difference. He saw both had trimmed their fur; Marilou's was a tiny dart with nothing below while Cathy's wore a wider triangle. They crawled into bed with Marilou between them.

"Luv, I know you're here to be with a guy but I think loosening things up would be a good idea." She leaned over Marilou and began to kiss her sensually while letting her hand slide up and down the torso. Marilou began to respond by pulling Cathy closer and seemingly devouring her lips.

Jim, unsure of what to do, decided a low-level participation was in order. He reached over and began to stroke Cathy's back, occasionally bumping into Marilou's hand. Since he was free from any hugs, he scooted a few inches down in bed so his wandering hand could rub Cathy's butt. It was subtle but he could tell Cathy was opening her thighs slightly, something he assumed was permission to continue. His fingers began to probe further, skirting around her anus, down across the taint and finally slipping between her wet lips. He briefly probed the front of her canal before bringing them lower to her clit. The slow, rhythmic movement of her pelvis telling him she was enjoying his attention was interrupted when she turned from Marilou.

"Feels good, but let's not forget her."

He withdrew his hand as Cathy rolled away and started using her fingers on Marilou. He was surprised at how quick and vigorous her fingering was. Fingers slid up and down her slit, dove between the lips, returned moistened to attack the clit, over and over. Marilou began to moan softly while clutching at Cathy tightly. Jim's eyes were drawn to Marilou's breasts. As they danced on her chest, they called to him like a Greek siren called sailors to the rocks. He lowered his lips to her right breast and began to lightly lick her nipple.

"Ooh, nice," she murmured, "And a little harder's OK."

"Me or Cath?"

"Both!"

He resumed with firmer licks and soft sucks to the breast while Marilou's activities picked up in intensity as well. Jim could tell she was getting more excited; her breath was coming in little gasps, her torso was stiffening and a faint, red rash developed across the chest.

When she came, there were no loud screams or cries but instead, she grunted and exhaled through her nose while pulling Jim's head tightly to her chest. Her body seemed to go limp and collapse back to the bed, her grip on Jim eased and he soon heard a soft giggle.

"Was nice, guys."

"I knew which buttons to push," laughed Cathy.

"There's only one button to push, but you did it well. And wow, having the nipple done at the same time…sweet!"

Jim was pleased. She had not frozen up and the lesbian seemed to appreciate a man's attention. He knew the night was still young and he wanted to move things along but figured Cathy was in charge. He would play it slow and subtly.

After a few minutes, Cathy softly said, "You want to see what being with him is like?"

"Yeah, I guess," she answered nervously.

"You know, Cathy can help direct things a little, if you want. I'll do whatever you two ladies want."

"That's so sweet," answered Marilou before asking them both, "Suggestions?"

"How about I dine downtown?" he offered.

"No, I can get that anytime I'm with a woman. I'm looking for some cock," she laughed before turning to Cathy. "What do you think?"

"Why don't you lie down on him? You'll be in charge, he won't crush you, and you can decide what feels good."

"That OK with you?"

Jim replied, "Of course. It's your rodeo. Get it? Cowgirl? Rodeo?"

"That is so lame," Marilou responded before she went to get on top of him. "Now what am I supposed to do with him?" she asked referring to his cock.

"Nothing," he replied, "Just as long as you don't crush him. Here, I'll move him a little to the side…now, you crawl on."

She looked down at him with a slight smile. "This isn't half-bad, you know."

"Well, thanks," he chuckled with a fake pout, "Nice to know I'm not so bad."

"You know what I mean, Silly. You're the first guy I've been with and…"

The rest of her comment was swallowed as her head was lovingly nudged down to his by the pressure of Cathy's hand. They began to kiss, but with more vigor than before. Soon their tongues were teasing each other and his hands were rubbing up and down her back. He savored the firm rise of her ass and the sleek flanks above. His cock, which had been nudged to the side, continued to swell even more. He was sure she could feel it but figured this whole experience was for her benefit, so he didn't try to hide his reaction.

After long minutes of deep kissing followed by light teases, back rubbing followed by fingers teasing her below, she stopped and looked down at him.

"I think, I think I want to try, uh, you know…"

"Luv, maybe you should stay on top. You'd be in full control. You OK with that, Jim?"

"Whatever the lady wants is fine by me."

"What you can do is raise up and rub him across your lips, get him wet, then slowly drop down on him. OK?"

"I guess. Uh, condom?"

"Yeah, let me put it on."

Once he was sheathed, he rolled back under her and let his hands rest on her ass. She raised up and clumsily, nervously grabbed him. "Like this?" she asked Cathy as she rubbed him across her lips.

"Yeah, like you would when you've got Mr. D."

"Mr. D?" he asked.

"Yeah, Mr. Dildo," giggled Marilou.

After several sweeps across her opening, she took in a deep breath and slowly let herself down on him.

"One Gold Star bites the dust," chuckled Cathy, "Like it?"

"Yeah, feels good."

"Now, you can do what you want. Some like in and out, others like to rub their clit on the pubic bone, you know, round and round in circles," she advised.

"Let me try 'em both."

After a few long strokes, she rested with him deep in her and began rubbing around in circles, slowly at first, then faster. At one point she paused. "I like this the best."

"When you're on top, you get to run the show," Jim said.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all."

"Remember, Marilou, not all guys are as accommodating as Jim is."

"Well, I doubt there'll be many more, if any, but it's nice to know Jim's a good guy."

"Hey, ladies, I'm right here," he laughed, "And I can hear everything you're saying about me."

She began to rub on him again while using short little circles and pelvic thrusts. Jim looked up at her, raised one hand to her wonderful breast and asked, "Would you like this?"

"Yeah, feels good, sometimes."

As she continued to grind on him, he let his one hand rub and lightly pinch her nipples while the other rested on her butt. After a few minutes, he noted her eyes had closed and a crease developed on her brow telling him she was concentrating on herself and on her arousal. He was pleased. Here was a lesbian with a little bi-curiosity enjoying herself on him. And though he wasn't doing that much, it seemed she was enjoying herself.

After a few minutes, he felt his hand being pulled from her breast. Cathy looked at him with a smile before reaching over and using her mouth on Marilou's nipples. Jim couldn't see anything, Cathy's head was in the way, but he could tell the change was met with appreciation. Marilou's one hand reached up and held Cathy's head to the chest while her pelvis continued to grind on his pubic bone.

"Ooh, sooo niiice," she hissed, "Keep doing that, Cath."

But as she neared her climax, she seemed to lose strength, pushed Cathy away and collapsed down, supporting herself on the bed with her arms. Her grinding intensified, almost painfully so, until she was moaning continuously.

Her climax was as before. There were no loud screams, only grunts and exhalations through her nose before she collapsed down onto Jim's chest, breathing heavily. Once she recovered, she opened her eyes and looked deep into Jim's before offering him a kiss.

"Thank you."

"You're so very welcome."

"Uh, condom?"

"Good question. I didn't come so there's no major danger but it's a good idea to make sure. A guy's pre-cum can get someone pregnant."

"You're still good to go?" asked Cathy.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Then it's my turn. Move aside, ML, he's mine now. Jim, I'd love some hard-pounding doggy."

She rose up on her hands and knees and presented her ass to him. Instead of immediately burying himself in her, he reached down, slipped his fingers into her vault and began to vigorously rub the front.

"Oh, God, that feels good but I want the real thing, please."

He inched up to her, aimed between her lips and slowly sank in. It felt wonderful. Marilou riding him was nice but he was so concerned about her experience that he hadn't let himself enjoy it. But here was a woman who was not at all nervous about being with him. And she wanted him! He withdrew most of the way before dropping into her once again. And again and again. Cathy quickly established a counterrhythm to his thrusts so that when he was driving in, she was pushing back.

After she dropped herself down on one forearm, he heard Marilou ask, "Need any help?"

"No," she replied through gritted teeth, "I've got this."

Jim was a bit confused until he realized Cathy was rubbing her clit with her free hand. Determined to give her an even better experience, he dropped his thumb to her rosebud and began to massage around the opening, teasing her even more.

"Oh, God, keep doing that!" she shouted into the pillows.

Compared to Marilou, Cathy was much more vocal in her response. And when she came, he was worried half the condo complex would know. She called out to God and everyone, screamed and cried until she collapsed below him. The whole thing had been too much for Jim. Here he had seen two women in fingering action, then one rode him cowgirl and now he had been pounding into another doggy style. He crossed his own threshold, driving himself ever deeper into her as he spurted what seemed like buckets into her, well, into the condom.