Monday’s long night with Clare made me realise that I needed to make more time for myself and I made a big decision, at least it was for me. That was not to sign on to play football for the new season. My thinking was this would free up my weekends as I needed that time to spend with both my girlfriends, though it was still uncertain that I could keep Sarah, and as for Clare, she had other interests outside me.
I wanted and needed to maximise my chances with both girls as they were so much more important to me than playing sports.
There was another decision I had to make and this one was a little more difficult. I needed to find a place to rent that was close to both where I worked and Sarah’s home. This would greatly reduce my travel time to not only work and Sarah’s, but also Clare’s, as her house was almost a direct drive down the motorway and not across country roads as it was from my parent’s place.
With that in mind, I signed on with a house-letting agency though I vowed that it would only rent for a maximum of one year. My real intent was to purchase a house of my own but to do that I needed more time to save and get a good mortgage deal. I also wanted to find a partner, or maybe partners, to invest with me. Though I knew I was getting well ahead of myself as I was already thinking of both Clare and Sarah.
There was also some good news on my finances. My parents, Paul and Katherine, who were against me renting, told me that my grandparents had left me and my two brothers a large sum of money, ten thousand pounds to each of us. But it came with one condition; it could only be used on the purchase of a house and nothing else.
The extra money would certainly help, but I was still not in the position to make that commitment yet. I needed a little more time especially as I wanted to purchase a place with at least two bedrooms and that all-important garden.
I had emphasised to my parents that I am only looking to rent for a year and it was too soon for me and Sarah to look for a place to buy. I was not yet eligible for a good mortgage and Sarah’s job was only a short-term fill-in until she knew what she wanted to do in the future.
Clare remained my secret, maybe Sarah’s and my secret. I knew my parents would not take her presence well as they loved Sarah. She was like the daughter they never had and on top of that, though not religious, they were very conservative in their attitudes towards marriage and life in general. Having two official girlfriends was not a concept that would sit comfortably with them.
On Tuesday I dropped into the local shop to get the negatives of the photos I took of Clare with the view to picking them up with Sarah on Friday. This is when we would be back in town to book our holiday together. I just hoped that Clare’s topless shots would go unnoticed and not end up pinned to the office wall.
I also nipped into the travel agent’s and picked up two-holiday brochures which I took to Sarah’s that evening. I wanted her to choose our holiday, though I insisted that it got to be hotter than the United Kingdom, that bit was easy, and have a nice sandy beach with some nightlife nearby.
We spent Tuesday evening together and had a meal with her mum and dad, Barbara and James. It was a lovely evening meal as an extended family chat, around the table, with no tension, it felt quite surreal as Sarah and I knew later were going to be talking about our future.
It was later in the evening Sarah and I went out for a drive, to find someplace quiet, as we wanted privacy. I knew that I was going to be asked about last night with Clare but I also wanted to be discrete. My thinking, if I started to tell Sarah about Clare, then she would assume that I told Clare about her. That would not be right or true.
I also knew it was much more difficult for Sarah to accept Clare than for Clare to accept Sarah. After all, Sarah had been my girlfriend for nearly six months before Clare came into our lives.
I had rather dumped Clare on her and then there was my cheating.
Yes I had been a cheating asshole and yes I had been wrong to have done what I did in Majorca but I just hoped that Sarah could forgive me and accept Clare. Wild emotions had often pulsed through me, deep inside, in my core, but I always thought that there was a chance that Sarah would accept Clare and whisper it, even becomes friends. That was the alpha male in me.
I had come to realise that Sarah was not delicate, it had been a phase in her life that I had helped her pull through and I now realised deep within her there was a steely core. She was not some innocent lamb being led to slaughter. She was much stronger than that. Something within me was telling me the true Sarah was not so much different to Clare, and that thought, truly excited me.
It also gave me some concerns.
It was with all those thoughts, and emotions, churning in me that we parked in a quiet hilltop car park that had a nice view across the forest. But I was only interested in Sarah. She looked so young and beautiful as I watched her sitting there. She wore tight denim jeans with a light blue jumper and had white trainers on her feet.
As she looked out at the latish summer evening I knew she was going to ask me a leading question and I thought it might be best if I went first. I had been thinking of what to say, the truth was I had been thinking about this moment ever since I left Clare yesterday night.
“I know you want to ask me about last night and my meeting with Clare. I know you think she is your rival and that it is unfair and not right. That I am your boyfriend and she came along and I should not have slept with her or even ask you to accept her and of course, you are completely right.”
I paused, I had been speaking in a gentle, soft voice though my stomach had churned with every word. What can you say when you have done wrong to someone you love, but you are not sorry?
I knew as my mouth opened that the next few words might end up being the most important of my life. I took my time as I softly spoke, every word carefully chosen.
“I want you to know that I do love you, Sarah. You are my girlfriend and I want us to stay together.”
I wasn’t sure if I was being arrogant, but I knew it would be entirely my fault if Sarah dumped me, which was something I dearly did not want to happen. I was trying hard to keep our relationship and also have Clare, and I hoped the history that Sarah and I had together, in the bank, would help me.
I asked myself, was that me being the alpha male or just a fool? I didn’t know, but when I asked my heart, I knew I wanted them both!
Sarah looked at me; I could see tears forming in her eyes before she looked away. She did not say anything. I wanted to reach out and cuddle her, to tell her I was sorry but I knew I needed to say the truth. I wanted both Sarah and Clare.
“You know I love you,” I said to her again.
Sarah glanced at me. Her blue eyes were now puffy and red, “I love you, Sarah, though Clare is special to me too.”
I saw Sarah’s eyes flicker and flare, before returning to their natural blue.
I was expecting a backlash from Sarah at the mention of Clare’s name but as was her way, she said nothing and that was even worse. She needed to talk to me but I had hope and belief from what Sarah had said before. That she would let me see Clare. So I carried on, gently talking and hoping I could save our relationship and get Sarah to open up to me. Spill out what she was now thinking and more importantly, what she wanted for our future; that is if we had a future.
“I know that is wrong but I need to be honest with you. We need to talk about ourselves. Our future, but I also want you to meet Clare.”
It was getting a little heavy sat in the car. I needed air and I wanted to put my hands around Sarah. Hold her close, but I could not in the confines of my car.
So I suggested…
“Let’s go for a walk and talk, we need to talk.” I emphasised the “we.”
We got out of the car, still in silence. I briefly looked down the hill at the view before me. It seemed strangely dark, flat, and lifeless. I thought of us, the calm before the storm.
I held Sarah’s hand, she did not reject me. There was still hope. She had hinted as much last week, and we walked hand in hand along a quiet path that ran around the hilltop, towards the setting sun. We were quiet and reflective, only stopping occasionally to take in the new view and then we came to a wooden bench and we stopped in front of it.
I wrapped my arms around Sarah, my beautiful Sarah, and I cuddled her, feeling her body’s warmth. As we stood there, our arms around each other I could feel Sarah beginning to melt. I could feel she still loved me, but I could only hope she still wanted me.
Hopefully, I was winning her over, even though I knew I was being a complete jerk, and I was wrong.
I was asking Sarah, my long-term girlfriend to accept that her boyfriend could have another girlfriend, Clare. The simple truth was I wanted to have two girlfriends.
I didn’t want to give either up, I rather risk losing one or even both!
“You know that I love you,” Sarah suddenly whispered. It was the first time she had spoken since we left her parents place and more importantly, used the L-word with me. Sarah’s words were more of a statement than a question, but they were the words I so desperately wanted to hear. I pulled her close.
She then added, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
I looked down into her red watery eyes and whispered back.
“I know you do,” and with those tender words, we both melted further into each other’s arms, neither wanting to be the first to break our loving cuddle.
After a few minutes, I suggested we sit and talk a little, and that we both needed to talk. We cuddled up together on the wooden bench, but no words were spoken. We just took in the scenic view.
The minutes crept by as we sat there on the hilltop, our bodies pulled close looking at the view that stretched across the large forest below us and towards Clare’s house which lay well beyond the horizon. To those passing by, we looked like a young couple in love, taking the last hour of the setting sun.
Sarah looked at me and said, “Tell me about Clare, I feel I need to know something about her, especially if I going to meet her.”
Those words made my heart leap; there was a glimmer of real hope.
I knew I had to be careful when I answered Sarah so I took my time and I carried on holding her hand. The extra touch was helping me in understanding her thoughts and it was linking us; I so much needed us to stay physically connected. I needed my Sarah.
“Clare lives with her family on the edge of the big city, about twenty-five miles from where we sit now. She is like you, eighteen, and the oldest, though she has three siblings, a sister and two brothers, the youngest the same age as Gary.”
“Just like you Sarah, Clare is very beautiful though dark-haired.”
Sarah squeezed my hand which I took as a positive message, so I carried on.
“When we were together yesterday she asked me to take a photo of her so that I can show it to you. She also wants to meet you when you are ready.”
As I said this I knew I was stretching the truth a little, though Clare had hinted that she wanted to meet Sarah at some point.
“Does she know about me?” Sarah asked.
“Only that you are my long-term girlfriend and that you are very beautiful and most importantly, that I love you,” Sarah remained neutral, so I bravely added.
“Clare also said that I should not give you up for her. She is happy that you are my girlfriend, that I am shared between the two of you. She wants to be your friend. She doesn’t see herself as your rival.”
After I had finished talking, we just sat there in silence, hand in hand, looking into the tree-topped distance. My thoughts were staying with me as I waited for Sarah to say something, anything.
Again I knew I had been stretching the truth a little with what I had just said but it was true that Clare was happy that I already had a girlfriend, though she had hardly asked me anything about Sarah, preferring to wait until they met.
The truth was Clare had other distractions and she was comfortable with how things were. She didn’t need or perhaps even want a steady boyfriend. It was more me wanting her!
Clare certainly was not ready to go straight into another monogamish long-term relationship, but she also knew that she would need to leave Alan soon if she was going to, and hopefully commit more to me. For now, he was just a convenient sex toy that offered a warm, cheap, safe place she could stay overnight; Clare’s safety net.
We sat there in silence. I was letting Sarah take in what I had just said. It was important that she did and understood but my mind was drifting to an area where I needed to tread just as carefully. It was our future sex life; I needed to bring that topic into this already potentially explosive conversation.
The truth was it was not only her looks that greatly attracted me to Clare, it was also her demeanour, the way she dressed and acted. She was somewhat slutty but I liked that about her.
When you are twenty-two you do think a lot about sex and in truth, when I thought deeply about it, Clare and Sarah seemed behind the surface, behind Sarah’s protective shell, very similar in their character makeup. Like me, they both greatly enjoyed sex but the similarity stopped once you got past that cardinal fact.
Clare is a sensual girl with lots of layers to her. At eighteen, she has already had many partners and has regularly cheated on her unknowing boyfriend. She has already sexually experimented, most of which, but not all, I now believed that I knew about. As for those unknown dalliances, I was sure with time, I would hear about them. We just seemed to have that natural connection.
Clare and I think very similarly when it comes to sex. We like risky sex, and female exhibitionism. I just had my first experience with a voyeur and in the future, l thought we would be doing a lot of experimenting which could even possibly, involve others.
The only big difference between me and Clare, and which I only found out for certain yesterday, is that Clare is very bisexual and that is something I certainly wasn’t.