With the mid-morning sun warming me, I sat there, head between my hands, and deep in dark thought. Tears were not so far from my eyes as memories of my old friend, Michael, came back to me. He was an old school friend I had not seen for two years, but I knew I would miss him; that dark wavy hair, his laugh, and running circles around him on the football field. He hadn’t been that good at soccer. I never expected to return...

In the four years since I met Clare, many things have changed in my life, the most positive being Sarah, my girlfriend. She was my first true girlfriend. I had not forgotten Clare. She was still somewhere in the farther reaches of my mind, nestling there. But Clare was four years ago; she would be now grown up and probably living in Yorkshire—I never understood why, but my thoughts occasionally would flicker to Clare. I w...

I had a passport. Mark, my best friend, knew that as we had been on a “lads” holiday together four years before. It was the same holiday that I met a ginger-haired girl called Kirsty. The girl that I ended up spending the week with, and just maybe, the girl I first fell in love with. Mark explained that a space had become available to go on a stag do in Majorca from next Thursday to Sunday morning. It was a distant relati...

On arrival at my hotel, I looked at my watch: only nine-thirty. So still time for breakfast. I nipped up to my room to check if Mark was there, but it was empty, and surprisingly both our beds were still made. It looked like Mark had gotten lucky as well. I took the opportunity to ruffle up my bed and quickly change. I had no intention of mentioning anything about my night activities with Clare, especially as Mark knows S...

“I am the guy who was fucking your daughter in Majorca,” went through my mind as I picked up the phone to call Clare. I was nervous as I did not want to have to speak to her mum or dad and then explain who I was; that would be a little awkward! We had landed on schedule, and by the time I drove home, it was just past one in the afternoon. I planned to call Clare at one thirty, as I had hinted at doing so. Now that I had t...

Monday at work passed quickly as my mind was elsewhere, thinking about Sarah and Clare and trying to find a way. I had already realised that there was one piece of information that I needed from Clare tonight, and it came in the form of a question. Was there any future for me and her? Things are always different when you get home from holidays and when you are back into your routine. I desperately needed to know where I s...

Tuesday at work passed quickly; we were quiet, and I had time to reflect on both what had happened last night and also what I needed to say to Sarah. With Clare, it was now all out in the open. I would carry on seeing her, but I knew I needed to wait and see what happened with Alan before I considered the next step. My more immediate concern was my girlfriend, Sarah. I desperately wanted to keep her as my girlfriend, but...

As I promised, on Thursday evening at exactly seven pm, I phoned Clare. As I dialled, I hoped that she had remembered my call, as I didn’t want to talk to her mum and explain who I was. I thought that would be a little awkward. Happily, Clare was waiting by the phone and picked up quickly. It was nice to hear her voice and not her mum’s. I also thought it was good to know that she remembered my call, though I did wonder i...

I had a third love, and that was my job… I was the manager of a small start-up engineering company that designed and manufactured a high-end technical product. It was a good job to have, especially at my age, with lots of responsibility but also good money and the bonus of only having to work Mondays to Thursdays. Friday was called an option day, and it was my choice if I went in or not. That would come in handy if I were...

Clare softly spoke, and I felt her body slightly shake and then stiffen as her next words came out. “There's one more thing I need to tell you, and this you might find the hardest to understand.” “I am bisexual.” “Bisexual,” I gently said, repeating Clare’s very last word while feeling her body still shaking. That word hung there as Clare’s words sank in, and then my body reacted. I leaned forward and lovingly kissed Clar...

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. I decided not to sign on to play football for the new season. My thinking was that the absence of football would free up my weekends, as I needed that time to spend with both my girlfriends. However, it was still uncertain that I could keep Sarah, and as for Clare, she had admitted t...

Although I have already briefly mentioned the jobs of my two girlfriends, I believe it is a good time to clarify their different backgrounds and education, as this information helps explain a bit about their characters and future careers. At school, Sarah was always in the top class, but never one that stood out as a potential future star. She was extremely attractive and had a small, tight-knit group of friends, Lisa bei...

Sarah was waiting for me outside where she works when I picked her up at 1 pm on Friday. She looked lovely, even wearing just her work clothes. We kissed, and I told her how beautiful she looked before driving to my local town. It was close to where my parents lived and also the largest town in the area. Sarah seemed in a joyful and playful mood. It felt different from the last two weeks, during which things had occasiona...

Sarah stood there in her bedroom, fully nude, and smiled at me as I took in her naked body. She slipped back on her tanga-style lilac panties. They hugged the contours of her body, their material so thin you could almost see what treasures lay beneath. Sarah turned and faced her full-length standing mirror and noticed a few wisps of fine blonde pubic hair just making their presence known. With her delicate touch, she care...

It was only a short walk to my car, my hand never moving from Sarah’s left buttock. Though only nine-thirty, darkness had fallen, and the gentle sea breeze was making its presence known. Sarah tightly wrapped her jacket around her to retain some heat. A car drove past, loud music thumping from the car's speakers. It was The Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me,” and it was gone as quickly as it came, the noise feeling a litt...

Recap Book 1: 1987—"The Alpha Man in Me" introduced us to David, a twenty-two-year-old engineer who is the chief designer and manager of a small but growing start-up engineering company. He is good-looking, athletic, and plays many sports, but he had no experience when it came to relationships with women. That was until he got together with Sarah just over six months ago, and Sarah became David’s first true girlfriend. Sa...

David, I decided to take your advice and meet Brenda at a little coffee shop in the large shopping centre near where I live. To get there, I caught the bus, as I could not use my mum’s car. I also wanted to keep the time I came home somewhat open, just in case our date went well or maybe if I needed to cut it short. The coffee shop was fairly busy; I guess it is most Saturday mornings, but I was lucky, after I purchased m...

As we walked up the street hand in hand, Brenda pointed me to a small specialist clothing shop. It was one that I had never been in or, for that matter, even seen before. As we entered, I noticed a nice-looking lady at the till. She smiled at us, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Brenda went over and spoke to her as I wandered around looking at the clothes, but more at the prices of the items. I couldn’t help it, and I...

As we walked from the Jeweller’s, our stomachs noticed that the time was now just past one-thirty, and as “Rainbows” was close, only a couple of doors down the street, so we just dropped in there for lunch. We stepped inside and found the place to be fairly full, but the woman behind the bar straight away noticed Brenda and nodded in recognition. We both knew we wouldn’t be waiting long before she served Brenda. “My dear,...

Back in the car, present day, David’s first-person perspective… Clare remarked, “David, I didn’t say anything to Brenda, as I needed time to think and to talk to you. I need to ask you what you think… as you can be quite insightful!” Then she looked at me. Clare was looking for advice, but what did I know about lesbians, or for that matter, relationships in general? So instead I chose to make an observation… "You had a bu...

“As you know, David,” Clare said. “Brenda owns the entire property and lives in the penthouse on the top floor. Here is my story of the last part of my Saturday date with Brenda.” We pulled into a car park by the block of her apartments. From the outside, other than its size, there was nothing to woo you, and little kerbside appeal; just four floors and a flat roof. It was rather plain and white, except for the dark windo...

On the short walk home, I passed a pharmacy and stopped. Its presence made me think of something, and then I had the biggest grin of the day before I walked in… ***** Clare sat there looking at me. For the last hour, she had been telling me her story about the date she had on Saturday with Brenda. During that time, the world had not existed outside the car. I had listened to her every word, enthralled but also a little co...

I woke up early, Sarah lying beside me. I was excited but also somewhat apprehensive as to the way the day would go. Today was going to be the first day that Sarah and Clare would physically meet. I just hoped that it would go as well as the two times we had all spoken on the phone as a group of three. I sat up and looked out of the bedroom window. The day was already sunny, and it looked like it was going to be a hot one...

“Three tickets please,” I said as we arrived at the pay booth. The girls were still giggling behind me and then whispering to each other, though, unfortunately, each new message was unheard by me. Another round of giggles filled the car, which I grinned at too. However, this time, I had a feeling they were both chuckling at something more at my expense than something genuinely funny. The wildlife safari park had two secti...

I parked a couple of minutes later in the large zoo car park. I was still laughing and rubbing my arm. Somehow, neither of the girls had seen the funny side of my, “I have not slept with any men,” comment. But I did not care; I needed my brief moment of triumph. It was part of the inner alpha man I liked to cling to. Though, of course, deep inside, I knew it would not last. I was not a complete fool. My girlfriends would...

I phoned Clare on Sunday afternoon, the day after our safari, as I wanted to check that she was alright. I knew she was going to break up with Alan that very morning and if need be, I fully intended to drive over to see her and give her my full support. “Hi,” I said once Clare had got to the phone, “I am phoning to check if you are alright.” “Thank you and yes, I am okay, but it was not as easy as I thought. I have never...

We pulled up on a quiet back street, which was only a ten-minute walk from where I worked. The property which we had all come to have a look at was a large detached house that had been horizontally divided into two apartments. We were here to view the top half, which was just about to go onto the market. The estate agent’s literature called the property a maisonette apartment, though I favoured calling it a two-bedroom fl...

Clare phoned me on Wednesday evening and confirmed that she had spoken to Brenda, her potential new girlfriend. It was only a brief conversation due to Brenda’s current work commitments and post-photoshoot editing to meet a magazine’s deadline, but in Brenda’s world, that was quite normal. Clare then somewhat apprehensively told to me, “Brenda has agreed for me to do my first photoshoot at two pm this Saturday but I need...

The door opened and there stood a fairly tall lady with glasses, her black hair cut into a pixie bob. I didn’t know why, but in my mind, I expected someone quite different as the lady in front of us was attractive… and feminine. “Hello Clare, I am Paula… Brenda’s Personal Assistant, we have both been expecting you… Please come in.” Paula spoke as if she was going to start to recite a monologue, but also with a whiff of a...

With Brenda’s “humble abode” tour now over, we went to see how Paula was getting along with Clare’s makeup and hair. It had been the best part of an hour since we had last seen her. As we walked, I tentatively mentioned to Brenda that I was interested in photography and that I looked forward to seeing her private photography studio. After sports, photography was my main hobby, and I was hoping to learn something from her,...