I woke up early, Sarah lying beside me, and 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, at least for the end of an English August. So far, so good, I thought, as a sunny day would be far better for what I had planned for the two girls today.
I was in Sarah’s bed, and she was lying naked next to me. Sarah’s quiet, even breathing was telling me that she was awake, but not wanting to move and say hello to this sunny day. Her blonde hair decorated the pillow, her backside pointing towards me. I couldn’t resist. I lay down again, next to her, and snuggled back up to my Sarah.
Last night we had made love, twice, quietly, in her bed. It had seemed to me that Sarah had become more loving and a lot more sexual in the last few weeks. She was changing fast, from being demure and reserved, to something more exciting and silently, I thanked Clare, my other girlfriend. Though very real, at Sarah’s insistence, Clare was the invisible girlfriend to everyone but me and Sarah.
I smiled as my naked presence seemed to stir Sarah. Maybe it was something to do with my morning glory stabbing her backside. She turned, and with only one eye open, looked up at me and grinned.
“Good morning, girlfriend,” I cheerfully whispered as I kissed Sarah's forehead before we cuddled. It was just something I just had to do, as it was so nice waking up together. It was thanks to Barbara and James, Sarah’s parents, who had given their blessing to allow us to sleep together at their home. But only Friday and Saturday nights and they had warned us to be discrete, as Sarah had a seven-year-old brother, Gary.
I knew if Clare and I became public, this offer would never happen at her house for various reasons, like Clare shared a bedroom with her younger sister. Their crowded semi-detached house already had six living in a space built for four and there was also the fact that Clare’s parents were still under the impression that she was with Alan, her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend of eighteen months.
But, for me the main reason was, I suspected that Ruth, Clare’s thirty-five-year-old and very attractive mum, was not quite as laid back in attitude as Barbara when it came to letting boyfriends stay over, even if there was room. I was also not too sure I would ever be brave enough to ask her in the likely event of the subject ever coming up.
I got up and sat there naked, on the edge of Sarah’s double bed, waiting for Sarah to start moving. As I do so, I reflected on the events of the last week.
Clare had told me that she would be breaking up with Alan on Sunday (tomorrow) and she had already moved all of her clothes out of his place. I knew it was wrong, but I found it amusing that Alan had not yet noticed that all Clare’s clothes had gone. That was partly because Alan had become a martyr to his work and partly because Clare only stayed at his flat during weekends.
With my full blessing and support, last Saturday Clare had gone out on what turned out to be a very interesting date with Brenda, a wealthy lady who described herself as a bull lesbian. It was a date that ended up with her having a new girlfriend, but it was not Brenda; it was Karen. Yes, at the time Clare explained it to me, it had both surprised me and confused me in equal measure.
Karen was a ginger-haired, blue-eyed, seventeen-year-old virgin who had not yet come out as a lesbian. She worked in a shoe shop and lived at her parent’s house near the city docks and therefore not far from Clare or the city centre where Karen worked.
However, Clare still wanted to be Brenda’s girlfriend as she was extremely physically attracted to her, but that was still to be resolved. Clare had agreed with me that it would be best if I, and possibly Sarah, met Brenda first and nothing would happen before then.
However, today was all about Sarah, Clare and me.
It was the first day that we were all going to meet, get to know one another and be together as a three. That is me and both my girlfriends. Yes, I was more than a little nervous as to how today might go. I had done all the groundwork and I now just hoped for the best, as I did not want to think about the alternatives. I certainly did not want to choose between Sarah and Clare.
I simply wanted them both!
“Get up sleepyhead,” I said to Sarah, then playfully slapped her on her bare ass as she tried to snuggle back down back under the covers. I would have liked to of joined her, but we needed to get going and pick up Clare at nine am, as we all had previously agreed. We needed to keep time as I wanted us to have a full day out together.
I had it all planned.
Ever since I mentioned two weekends ago about us all getting together for a day out, both girls had ganged up on me in a ‘bonding’ pincer movement as they tried their best to extract information from me as to where we were going for our three-way date. I had simply refused to tell them where we were going and even this Saturday morning, much to my amusement, neither of them knew our destination.
Sarah pulled herself away from her bed covers, rubbed her stinging bottom and sat naked on the edge of her bed, next to me. She was never a morning person and even now had only just about, entered the living world of the living as a grunt left her mouth, “That hurt.”
I chuckled, “Time to get up,” as I tried to pull the seemly attached duvet off Sarah.
She looked at me, and her blue eyes suddenly became warm and awake. “Good morning, boyfriend,” Sarah whispered with a gentle smile.
“Come on, we need to get moving, shower for two,” I suggested, not expecting Sarah to do anything except possibly crawl back into her bed and under the duvet.
Sarah looked at me and grinned, then stood up and raced past me naked, saying “first in” as she ran completely nude along the hall corridor and into the family bathroom.
I had learned nudity in Barbara’s, and James’s house was acceptable. James had pre-warned me that they often swam in their round swimming pool naked and their hot tub was a nude-only one. I had already seen Barbara’s bare backside exiting the bathroom one night.
Accepted nudity was something I liked, especially as I had grown up in a house where the norm was quite the opposite, having never seen my mum or even my dad naked. Not that I am saying that I ever wanted to, I’m just pointing out this was all new to me.
I walked into the family bathroom with my towel around my waist. After locking the door; I joined Sarah in the shower. We needed to keep any noise down, as we promised to be respectful and keep any activity away from Sarah’s younger brother.
Our communal shower was silent yet fun-filled as we cleaned one another. It was a way of us connecting in the morning as a couple and ended in a kiss before we returned to Sarah’s room to change. It was where Sarah asked me the preverbal question, “What should I wear?”
I shrugged, then grinned before I replied casually and reminded her that at least for a part of the day we would be outside, and today looks like it is going to be a hot one.
Once again, just like Clare had already attempted to do, Sarah tried her best to prise more information out of me about what we were doing today, but I stood my ground, and I did not even give another hint to her.
Due to the hot weather, I pulled on my dark blue shorts and wore a thin T-shirt on top. I smiled, as I could see that Sarah was watching me like a hawk. I also took a light jacket in case the evening turned cool. Sarah was checking what I was wearing, whilst still trying to decide what to wear.
She asked for the umpteenth time, “What are we doing today?” Though this time, I also suspected, she might be thinking what is Clare going to wear today?
I just smiled and refused to answer Sarah’s question.
Sarah’s clothes choice was all going to be down to her, and I reminded her, once again, that Clare was in the same position as I had not told her anything about today either. Though being fair, Clare had not once asked me what to wear, but with a grin, I suspected it would be something sexy. That was Clare’s way; she often dressed like a tart and maybe strangely, she didn’t mind calling herself one, though I preferred the words, sensual and sexy.
“You could always phone Clare,” I finally suggested to Sarah, my patience wearing a little thin.
It was getting obvious we were going to be late, but that suggestion seemed to get Sarah moving and it surprised me that my apparent nagging didn’t end up with another bruise on my arm, this time from a rare Sarah nudge.
*****
It was eight thirty-five when we left Sarah’s house, a little later than I had originally planned, but it was not a problem and to make sure, I phoned Clare just before we left, to say that we were on our way.
Sarah was wearing almost a carbon copy of what I was wearing, something I found funny, but in the context of the day, I had wisely dared not to say a word other than my customary, “you look lovely.”
Sarah’s attire was a tight yellow T-shirt and a white lacy bra which you could just make out through the material of the T-shirt. Tight blue shorts, trainers shoes and short white socks. She had also put on slightly more than normal make-up and to finish with, she took a blue jacket and a matching shoulder bag.
“You look gorgeous,” I said as we left and with that, I kissed her.
She was truly lovely, and I fussed all over Sarah, which in the end brought a giggle from her and then a “stop it.” I had gone too far, but I was nervous, so I told her once again that she was beautiful and that I loved her.
“Enough,” Sarah said with a smile. “I am nervous too.”
Clare lived twenty-five miles away from Sarah, but it was almost straight down the motorway and because of that it felt so much closer than when I drove from my parent’s home, which was geographically nearer but all the roads were country and therefore it felt much farther away.
As we drove, the silence in the car felt a little eerie and unreal. We each had our thoughts about the day ahead, about Clare, about Sarah and, I guess, about me; this potential three-way relationship.
To help break the quietness, and maybe some tension, I switch the car radio on and the sound of Alison Moyet’s “Weak in the Presence of Beauty” filled the car. We both smiled, music always helped, and then U2 broke into Alison Moyet’s song “With or Without You” which brought the movement to our lips as we sang along to it.
The radio had been a good idea, and we pulled up at Clare’s semi-detached house with Madonna’s “Who’s That Girl” playing. I turned the radio off, though the music still hung a little in our ears. I was relaxed and I somewhat absentmindedly asked Sarah, “To sit in the back.”
Sarah looked stunned. An annoyed expression took hold of her face and it was only then I realised my mistake. I went into full grovelling mode, as I didn’t want the day to go badly.
I apologised to Sarah and then did my best to explain while realising I still had a lot to learn and maybe today of all days I needed to check my tongue, and my ego.
“Sorry, Sarah, I should have explained first and Clare doesn’t know this either, not yet, but she is going to sit in the back with you. And just to let know, I will not be driving anywhere until we start an actual conversation between the three of us.”
