Chapter 3

"You OK?" he asked her a few minutes later.

"Yeah, really OK."

"Not too heavy?"

"Uh-uh."

"Wow, you two were really going to town there."

"Yeah, well, for a guy, Jim's a pretty good lover," she laughed.

"I could see that."

"Phew. I think I'll need my vitamins before next time."

"There's going to be a next time?" asked Jim.

"After what you just did to me and if you play your cards right, there could be a next time."

A few minutes later, Jim stirred to sit up. Before he could get up, he felt Marilou's hand on his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"Uh, I thought we might be finished here and…"

"Did anyone say 'pickleball'?"

"Uh, no."

"Then you can't leave."

"I thought you two might want to, you know…"

"Nope. We can do that any time. This is my one opportunity to spend time with a guy and I'm not done yet."

"Remember, ML, guys have this thing called a refractory period. You can't expect them to deliver all night long like you can with a gal."

"But twice should be doable, right, Jim?"

"Ah, I'm getting older but I think I can still cut the mustard twice in a night."

"Good. How about a quick snack and we come back here in a few minutes?"

After they had some crackers and cheese, the women went back to the bedroom while Jim hit the can. When he returned, he found them sitting up, holding each other and engaging in some serious kissing.

"Looks like I won't be needed after all."

'What do you mean?" asked Cathy, "We're merely greasing the skids, well, you know."

"Yeah, and I want another round with you."

"You know, Marilou, you've gotten rather demanding suddenly. What happened to the shy lesbian who wasn't sure but decided to try a guy?"

"She's still here and she still considers herself a lesbian, but maybe she's got a tiny streak of 'Bi' in her when it comes to Jim," she giggled.

"Well, OK. What now?"

"How about a good fucking?"

"Like with Cathy?"

"No. I want to try missionary."

"Not a good position for orgasm with most women, from what I hear," he replied.

"Well, I happen to know it should work for me. Remember, I've got toys."

"OK. Here, let's lie down together."

Some gentle kisses and light strokes began to get them excited again. Cathy crawled over to Marilou's other side and would grab a kiss now and then and even reached over to Jim a few times.

"You're hard again," whispered Marilou.

"Um-hmm."

"Condom?"

Cathy opened the package and handed it to Jim, who slipped it on himself. Marilou leaned back, spread her legs and looked up at him with her hands held out. He crawled on top and after two attempts at getting into her, he told her he needed help with his aim. Cathy reached in, took his cock and helped slip it into Marilou.

He rose up and began to thrust in and out. In short order, she seemed to respond with tiny thrusts of her own. In and out he thrust, for how long he had no idea, but it seemed she was not responding as he had hoped. As her brow seemed to crease not with excitement but with frustration, he stopped thrusting.

"We can try something else if you want."

"No, keep going."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

When he began to thrust again, his right arm was nudged away as Cathy came into the picture. "Let me, Luv," she whispered before she lowered her face to Marilou's breasts. At the same time Jim felt Cathy's hand slide under him down toward Marilou's pelvis.

"Let me slip in there and go easy on your thrusts," Cathy said quickly before returning her attention to Marilou's breasts. He could feel Cathy's hand working on Marilou's clit, no doubt giving her even more stimulation.

"Oh, God, yesss," whispered Marilou, "Perfect."

As he continued the shallower thrusts, he could see Marilou's hands pulling Cathy's head tighter to her chest. The creased frown of frustration morphed into a crease of concentration and her breathing deepened. On and on they went, all three working on bringing Marilou off.

And like before, her orgasm was one of grunting and writhing but with little vocalization otherwise. Jim paused for several seconds before he began anew, thrusting and retreating. As she had orgasmed, he allowed himself to savor the wonderful sensations Marilou's vaginal walls created for him. Cathy pulled her hand back, allowing him deeper thrusts and when he exploded, he found himself pushing deeply into Marilou, groaning in her ear.

Once he recovered, he pulled himself free and disposed of the condom while Cathy and Marilou kissed and whispered privately into each other's ears. He turned to them with a questioning look on his face.

"What?" asked Cathy.

"What is right. I'm wondering what you're talking about."

"This. You. How it went."

"And?"

"I'd say it was a wonderful evening," answered Marilou, "I wasn't sure about this at all. I wanted to be with a guy at least once to see what it was like. I'm not turned on by men usually, you seem to have figured things out somehow and Cathy's extra help was very much appreciated."

"Well, I was pretty nervous about it. I almost told Cathy there was no way I'd do this but I think it worked out OK."

"Yeah, it was more than OK. And thank you, Jim, for putting up with me."

"The pleasure, as they say, was all mine."

"Oh, no it wasn't. I recall having a couple of big ones."

"I'm glad you did. Look, I'm going to head out and leave you ladies alone. You can tell each other all the things I did wrong or laugh about me and I'll have no idea."

"You don't have to go, Jim," said Cathy, "The invite is for all night."

"Thanks, but I'll call 'pickleball' because I think it would be best if I were to leave."

"OK. Say, speaking of pickleball, how about playing some Monday evening? Weather's supposed to be good."

"I might. Depends on my work," he answered.

"I'm out. I'll be back on evenings then," added Marilou, "You two have fun, but not too much fun!"

"I don't know, Luv, he was pretty good. I may have to expand my repertoire."

"Don't you dare," she laughed as she leaned over to tickle her friend.

—–

For the next few days, Jim kept a low profile. He bailed on any pickleball due to work issues and avoided visiting with Cathy due to a nagging worry about how he would approach her when he next saw her. But on Thursday, she knocked on his door.

"Hey, Cath, what's up?"

"I'll come right out and ask if you're avoiding me."

"Uh, no, not really. I did want to give you, well, me too, for that matter, a chance to decompress."

"I'm fully decompressed and I feel fine."

"No regrets?"

"None whatsoever."

"What about Marilou?"

"Well, she spent the night. We slept together, but no more sex. The next morning, we had a long heart-to-heart talk. She was happy with how things turned out. Says she still considers herself a lesbian, which doesn't surprise me. Doesn't think she'll try it again, but was glad she experimented."

"I'm glad to hear it. I know it was her decision but I would hate to think I was the one who might have screwed things up, no pun intended."

"She wants to get together again soon…"

"You're kidding, right?"

"To get together to play more pickleball, you dimwit."

"Oh, well, that I can do."

"Are you saying you wouldn't do, you know, do it with her if the occasion arose?"

"Well, since it won't, I can safely say I enjoyed myself and I would do it again. There. Happy?"

"Just wait until I tell her. You know a girl has the right to change her mind!" she laughed.

'Oh, God, what have I got myself into?' he thought.

—–

"You guys are getting pretty good," shouted Cathy as Jim and Marilou battled tooth and nail for every point. "You might even beat me pretty soon."

"I don't know about that," called Marilou back to her. "Jim?"

"Yeah, I agree."

"What you need is some incentive," said Cathy.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Hmm, let me think. Oh, I've got it. We should have a mini-tournament with all of us playing each other. The two who end up with the highest scores get to spend the night together."

"Hey, no fair! You'd be in first place most the time and second the rest. You'd never miss out."

"Kinda makes you wanna practice more, doesn't it?" she laughed.

"You know," said Marilou, "There might come a time when Jim and I are the high scorers. And since I'm a lesbian, what then?"

"Well, Luv, you might just want to try the old boy out again. I remember you saying he was pretty good, for a guy, that is."

—–

Trionyx — June 2025

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Another story featuring a bisexual woman involved in a threesome can be found at Christmas Unicorn while sports is a prominent feature of the story Parents 'United'.