Part 1; three is a difficult number

 Deena hadn't even been all that pretty as a child, but as she reached puberty she had metamorphosed into a girl of exceptional beauty. Tall and thin, with straight gleaming dark hair, fine skin, and dark mysterious eyes that had the power to pull the heart up through the throat of any man who looked into them for too long. She was elegant, classy, and my best friend's girl. I wanted her; I knew she loved Dan, but I wanted her desperately.

I was the jungle boy; I roamed the woods of the mountain valley, fished in the streams, gathered fruit from the forgotten orchards of the abandoned farms. I spent weeks living with shepherds, I learned which plants were edible and which medicinal. I was cool. I had friends, I knew who everyone was and they knew me. The isolated Spanish valley was my home.

One summer when we were 17, Dan's family didn't come to our remote village community. They all went to Australia for some work thing of his step father.

Deena was alone with her mother in the village. She was the prettiest girl in the world. She told me she'd spilt up with Dan.

It was a hippie enclave, but there were still unwritten rules of behavior. As regards relationships, it was similar to the rest of humanity; couples shouldn't be interfered with. But the enforced time frame and huge distance between Dan and Deena meant it was a different situation than before. I had license to have a try.

I cleaned myself up, made my mother buy me some decent clothes and compromised on open shoes. I was patient.

We had no electricity, no phones. The post office was ten miles away, half the distance was rough dirt track. The adults all smoked [lots of things], drank, dropped acid, and screwed each other. The little kids ran around naked and ate wherever they found themselves at meal times. Deena was often appalled by it all.

"They all make passes at me." She complained, waving at a group of bearded older guys who were bickering about the properties of their smoke stashes. "They tell me what good friends they were with my dad and how they knew me as a baby!"

I took her hand. She squeezed me thankfully. Hand holding; no one can fault you for that. We held hands again the next day, and then I kissed her.

I wasn't a virgin. I'd had it off with English Anna [twenty-five and hot as hell], Greek Johanna [who was actually from New York], and American Anna [thirty-four and very enthusiastic]. 

I don't think Deena knew about my escapades with the adult women. If she did, she decided to ignore it.

Anyway, it was Dan she chose, not me. Dan was her boyfriend. Or had been her boyfriend.... Until that kiss at least, because after that, she was mine. Sort of.

We went back to her place and her mother Odile fed us. They were French; Odile spoke hesitant English with a thick accent. She'd always liked me. After dinner, Deena took me to her bedroom, closing the door.

It was one of the better houses, old and basic but well maintained [it actually had doors]. The bed was steel framed and not too steady. There was no other furniture.

We talked for a long time, late into the night. It was amazing we still had things to say after hanging out together for most of our lives. We were both looking at the transition to adulthood and neither of us had any idea what we were going to do. I took her hand and stroked it. She leaned against me. Beautiful Deena! She was worth anything, everything to me. Even betrayal.

In the hills of rural Spain, someone had found this nearly abandoned village called Dues Germanes, or in Catalan "the two sisters", named for the two mountains it nestled between. The entire valley was a forest of huge old trees that shaded and kept it cool in the hot Spanish summers. A small river ran down the valley almost all year, so there was plentiful water. There were other villages lower down the valley that were still populated, and had better services. At the bottom was a small harbor and an old town, and a five mile stretch of pristine white sand on the Mediterranean.

The empty houses could be rented for peanuts, the owners lived down on the coast by then. People with even less money moved into the ruins for free, or built huts for themselves. Only two Spanish residents were still living there, two old women both named Maria. There were American army deserters and draft dodgers, Europeans of all sorts, yet it was almost a community. It was 1978.

We were children; literally. The children of hippies, or "Freaks" as we called ourselves. "Hippie" was derogatory to us then, I don't know why.

I ran my fingers through her luxurious dark hair, almost black like the locals had. I kissed her softly. My cock screamed in desire more intense than anything I'd known before; this was more than sex to me.

She was more eager than I was. I was more into kissing and touching, smelling and tasting. Deena had enough of that after a short time, and pulled my clothes off of me. I wanted to make love all night, Deena wanted sex.

I was very muscular, deeply tanned, and lean; my cock was stiff and ready. Deena was delicate and fair skinned. Her breasts small and taught, her nipples stiff, her hairy vagina wet and waiting.

Her legs were smooth and long, and they opened wide in invitation; I rolled over into her arms and my strong young penis slid into her, and those eyes of hers almost killed me. The eyes I knew so well, those bright dark eyes that had never looked at me like that until that moment when I entered her.

I wasn't good enough to keep her, I knew that from the start. I had no prospects; I was still the jungle boy, no education, no family money, no house, nothing.  

But for that moment, I had Deena; and she was more precious that all of those things put together. For that moment, I was the richest man alive, king of the universe. Her big dark eyes stared into mine, her tight wet vagina held my cock like no vagina ever had before. Because this time, it was Deena; the girl of my dreams, the only girl there was for me.

Dan, Deena, and I were all the same age, the children of this unlikely village of weirdoes and misfits. We'd grown up together, we'd played, explored, worked. And finally, fucked.

Dan was always just a little taller, faster, and better looking than me. Like Deena, he dressed neatly and wore shoes most of the time. I was the odd one, the weirdo. I was ok with that, but I knew Deena would choose Dan.

Dan and Deena fought a lot. They'd split up for as long as a week sometimes. But there was a deep passion between the two of them that always brought them back to each other. Even as I made love with her, I was afraid that it would ruin my friendship with Dan. Who could possibly forgive a transgression this deep?

I kissed her and fucked her; it was different to the sex I'd had with the older women. Deena was my age, she was of my village, we shared the same weird culture. We were of the same tribe. This wasn't just sex, it was bonding. It was a life changing act, a pivotal point in both of our lives, whether we went on to have a relationship or not. Childhood friends had become lovers.

The tactile sensation of her perfect skin against me and the warm wetness of her body squeezing my penis seemed secondary to the intense and conflicting emotions. I'd wanted her for half my life, but wasn't she still in love with my best friend? Was I just a fuck for her, a little diversion? Because she was a lot more than that to me. I loved her you see, I'd always loved her.

She started to come and I pumped her harder, the emotional pressure was too much, and I came too, shooting a long hot shuddering orgasm into her beautiful young body. We didn't use condoms back then.

As we both came, she stared at me like a wild creature, a volcano of passion, totally different to the cool calm Deena I knew. Her long legs, her hands, her face, all held me in a tight grip.

I was still hard; as hard as I could be. She was still beautiful, still everything I wanted, my fantasy girl. I lay on top of her, my cock still in her, and I kissed her softly as she ran her fingers over my back sensuously. I looked into her exquisite face, so beautiful, too beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful.

Terrifying because I was in love with her, and I wasn't stupid. Her splendor meant she would have a wide choice of men, and the odds of her staying with me were pretty slim over the long term. I pushed the thought from my mind; I didn't want to grow up and face the many harsh realities that were looming on the horizon. For that moment, I had it all, and that moment is where I needed to stay.

Deena smiled at me; she was also in the moment, a moment of love. A moment where I wasn't a loser, but a good looking boy with a hard cock deep in her body. We were young, still children who lived with our parents. It was stupid to worry about things that would detract from this brief time of pure bliss.

Free of testicular pressure, I started to move again, sliding my big young cock in and out of her tight slimy vagina. She tensed with pleasure, moaning in soft approval as I increased the stroke and power of my movement.

We pretty much stayed in the missionary position, although I'd learned some others from the older women I'd been with.

Deena came again and again, each orgasm cementing our doomed emotional bond.

Sex with Deena was completely different to sex with the woman I'd know before. I'd been fucking since I was 15, but always with older women. It was great, I had no regrets, but it was always lightweight, just a physical event. I'd thought that was love and sex.

When Deena looked into my eyes and came, I felt an emotion much deeper, more powerful, than anything I'd known before. As I said, terrifying. Making love to Deena changed my world.

She groaned, held me tight, and came again. My cock had power, erotic force, and it didn't come from me, it came from Deena. I was invincible then, power in my fingers, lips, and penis. I was super jungle boy, super fucker, super lover, and Deena was MINE, and we loved with an intensity that no one in the universe could know except ourselves.

Finally late in the night I came a second time. It was a feeble orgasm physically, emotionally it was extremely intense. I felt as if I'd stepped over the edge of a cliff and I was falling into the abyss, falling for a girl I had no chance of keeping.

We slept naked in each other's arms, her slim body light and easy on mine, her post sexual smell as alluring as fine perfume. I was utterly, hopelessly addicted to her.

I fixed up an old goat shed behind their house, and started living there with Deena, more or less. Our bodies were mature, but we had zero money of our own and no way of getting any in that place. Her best friend Malu was only 15, and it was weird when she was around, reminding us that although we were fucking, we were not adults.

One afternoon I came into the compound from the back, as I often did. I heard voices; I stopped to listen.

It was my friend John, talking to Deena on our little porch. I was pretty sure she didn't know about his brief affair with her mother a few years earlier while she was at school. He'd had mine too; in that small community of bed hoppers, most people had screwed most people by then.

"It's pure magic." John was telling her, "The vibe of the place just soaks right through you."

"It's such a long drive though." Deena said, "Isn't it dangerous?"

"Not these days." John said, "Come with me. Sometimes you just have to go for it, get your things and hop in the van, we'll be on our way. In a few weeks we'll be in India, you'll never regret it."

"What about Adam?" Deena asked.

"Oh come on!" John said dismissively, "He's just a kid, it's time for you to know what a man is like. Grow up, Deena. Open your eyes, Adam can't look after you, he has nothing. Come with me."

I could have come around the corner and stopped it. But then I'd never hear her answer.

"What about my mother?" she asked.

"Odile has had her adventures." John argued, "I was great friends with your father you know."

That was the end of his chances with Deena. The thing was that he'd ever had a chance at all. My relationship had no solid ground under it; Deena wanted more than I could ever hope to provide. I believe she really did love me, but not in the overwhelming absolute way I loved her.

A week later, we were having our morning coffee when Dan came walking up the path, a big pack on his back.

"DAN!" Deena squealed excitedly, and jumped up to greet him with a hug and kiss.

But I'd seen his expression. He'd seen us, barely dressed first thing in the morning. He knew we were shacking up, and he had reason to be upset.

There were no other kids in our age group. There were lots of little kids, a couple of younger girls, and a lot of adults. But just three teenagers; and three is a difficult number.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were in Australia!" Deena bubbled happily. Too happily.

I got up as he dropped his pack on the ground in front of our little porch. We looked at each other; the situation was obvious but what we would do with it was not.

Dan opened his arms and I hugged him; He was a threat to me now, and yet he was still my friend.

The three of us sat on the floor of the porch [we had no chairs], drank coffee, and spent the entire day talking about it.

We argued, we shared, we cried, we laughed, we had sandwiches and went through it all again.

"I thought you guys were through with each other." I said.

"Come on, we split up a dozen times." Dan argued, "You know how we are."

"But we weren't together when I came back, so you can't blame us for what happened." Deena said.

"I think the important thing is how we feel." I said. "It's not like there's a judge or a priest who'll tell us what's right and wrong."

 It took a while. One word at a time, we let it out.

"I'm in love with Deena." Dan said, "That's why I came back. I know Adam did nothing wrong but I'm angry and jealous anyway."

"I'm in love with her too." I told them, "But I feel guilty because I knew she was still Dan's girl."

"I don't belong to anybody." Deena declared. "I'm my own girl."

Our feelings exposed, we were all silent for a while.

"I don't want to choose." She said, almost in tears, "Why do we have to conform to old stereotypes?"

"What do you mean?" Dan asked.

Deena stood up, tall and slim, elegant and cool, like a goddess.

She held out her hand to Dan, and her other hand out to me. We both stood as well. It was dusk by then, the heat of the bright day easing into the cool private darkness of night.

Facing us, Deena stepped backwards through the doorway of the little house, pulling us both in after her. It was like being sucked into a vortex, there was no way to escape the hold she had on the two of us.

"Shit." Dan murmured as she let the thin cloth she'd been wearing fall to the floor. She was naked, there was no underwear, not even a scrap of jewelry on her. She was magnificent, stupefying, wonderful, irresistible.

"You want to..." I began, but I couldn't say it out loud.

Our role models, the older freaks who lived around us, jumped from one relationship to another, sometimes very rapidly. But if there had been threesomes, no one talked about it. And with no TV and barely even radio, people talked about everything. Despite all the free love rhetoric, anything other than one-on-one, male-female sex was unheard of.

Naked and glorious, Deena lifted her arms above her head, and slowly turned in a full circle, displaying her perfection to the two of us who already knew it so well. Her gambit was audacious, outrageous. Could a girl have two boys? Two guys in love with her, making love with her?

There were no rules here.

Deena wrapped her fingers around Dan's neck and kissed him passionately and deeply. I saw his hands on her ribs as he held her tight. And then she broke away from him and turned to me. Her expression was oddly blank, as if she didn't dare reveal the conflicting emotions and fear she must have been feeling.

This was not casual sex. This was a love triangle, a Gordian knot of tangled feelings that would probably be with us for decades. And despite our youth and lack of experience, we all knew it.

I couldn't refuse her; whatever the risk, whatever conflict I felt, I had to have her.

I kissed her, my tongue entering the mouth where Dan's had been just seconds earlier. My cock was stiff as always; I was willing.

Deena pushed me away and turned back to Dan. He just stood there with his hands at his sides as she opened his pants. She reached in and pulled out his cock. I'd never seen it erect before; it was a proud, straight, stiff organ. Not quite as big mine, it was the first time I beat Dan at anything. Deena stroked him and looked at me. Her face was more agitated now, excitement and uncertainty written there. None of us knew where this was going; I was on the verge of just walking out, and I think Dan was too.

If either of us became abrasive, we'd fight. Maybe even physically... we both stayed silent. His hand went to Deena's small breast. Mine held her tight little ass. She shuddered, putting a hand on each of our necks before kissing each of us in turn. Then she pulled my tee shirt over my head, then pulled Dan's pants down, then opened mine and took them off of me.

There we were, three young people, no longer children but not yet adult. Two boys with rock hard cocks, and one wild girl with a soft cool hand on each.

Oral sex was rare at the time. That seems so odd now; we did it a lot, we did it without condoms, we did it in multiple positions. American Anna had sucked my dick for a few seconds once, but that was it. Cock sucking was weird and kinky.

Anyway, Deena didn't do it that first night. She kissed us both, our hands roamed her slim body, her hands pulled on our stiff rods. She held my hand in a tight grip as Dan got between her open legs and his penis squeezed into the body of the girl we both loved.

She glanced at me, as if she wanted my approval as my best friend began to fuck her. Then she turned her attention back to Dan, keeping her firm grip on my hand. I guess she wanted to stop me from getting spooked and leaving.

Dan had a nice looking ass, round and white. The thought was disturbing to me; despite the hippie-dippy free love pretense of our peers, homophobia was still the norm.

I felt weird, I was thrilled, jealous, afraid, and horny all at once. Dan had been making love with Deena for a year while I was the third wheel; I was the intruder here. I loved her, I was besotted with her; if this was how she wanted it, I was willing to give it a try.

When Deena came, Dan did too. He grunted and shuddered, his round ass tensed and pushed, he held her almost desperately. He kissed her, then he pulled out, his cock half soft and dripping wet. Deena reached her other hand across to pull me into the vacated space.

We often did it after I came in her, but it still felt weird. It wasn't my semen lubricating her this time, it was Dan's. Yet my cock was stiff, eager, just as crazy to have her as always. She smiled in pleasure as I penetrated her slim teenage frame, squeezing my penis tight with her greasy vaginal muscle. I could ignore the conflict I felt if Deena was happy. I pumped her, as I had so many times before. I looked into her face, and I loved her as I always had.

As I took my turn, I felt a hand on my rear; and both of her hands were on my back. The hand stayed still for a minute, then started moving around. Then it went to my balls and played with them.

My mind was exploding; this was definitely queer! Yet it felt good, it was pleasant and exciting. How could that be? It didn't fit into my version of self. Dan's hand on my balls meant we weren't going to fight for supremacy. We would cooperate, we would share the girl.

Those guys like John who wanted to steal her away would have no chance if there were two of us. Like me, Dan had no income [yet]. We needed an edge, and now we had one.

Deena came, and so did I. A second helping of hot young semen pumped into her slim fertile body, and still my friend's hand held my sweating young balls. It was the craziest thing I'd ever experienced, more intense than the day English Anna took my cherry.

I pulled out and rolled to the side. Dan took my place and pushed his ready cock in. He seemed less conflicted than I was; I wondered if Deena was aware that his excited state had been preceded by the fondling of my balls.

I didn't want to copy him by fondling him as he'd done to me, yet I felt I needed to make some gesture of acceptance. I ran my hand up and down his back as he rammed his penis in and out of Deena. I ran my hand over his smooth pale flesh, conflicted between pleasure and self loathing. Experimentally, I ran my hand down to his heaving ass.

 Deena's hand found it there, and her head twisted to stare at me excitedly. She came looking into my eyes, holding my hand on his rear as he fucked her. She was thrilled by it, our acceptance of each other, the semi-homosexual nature of it.

It had to be that way, or it would never work. We had to accept each other physically, sexually as well as emotionally. There was no available handbook of how to succeed in a ménage au trios.

We were all exhausted afterwards. None of us had even eaten, but we slept together in the narrow steel framed bed, reeking of sex and dreaming of love.

For the next two months, we lived as a threesome; a semi-stable polyamorous relationship. The older freaks were a bit in awe of us I think. None of them had the guts to do something like that. No one asked for details, even though they were all dying to know.

John turned up one afternoon.

"My van is stuck on the road halfway to town." He said to me, "You know someone local with a tractor, don't you? Come on, help me out."

I took my motorbike up to Gonzales's place. He was a local buddy of mine.

"This John, he's a friend of yours?" he asked me. We spoke in Catalan, the local dialect.

"I thought he was until he tried to steal my girl a few months ago." I said.

"Ok, I understand." He said, choosing a rope from the barn.

It took a while to get down to where John's van was stuck in a loose section of gravel.

Gonzo didn't speak English. He tied a rope to the rear of the van and the other end to the tractor.

"Is that going to hold?" John asked.

"No Problema!" Gonzo said, and let out the clutch.

The van came out of the ditch, but the front wheels were cocked to one side and it swerved right across the narrow gravel track to the other side.

"Hang on, let me get in." John shouted.

"No problema!" gonzo said, and gave it a small pull to the side.

The van slid half off the road, leaning over the edge of the ravine, the rope quivering with tension.

"What the fuck are you doing you stupid Spanish idiot?!" John screamed.

"Oh... un peti problema ." Gonzo shouted, and gunned the engine. The rope snapped and John's van rolled down into the ravine, finally coming to rest in a crumpled heap far below us.

John stared downwards in shock. Gonzo spoke to him in Spanish and then drove off.

"What did he say?" John demanded.

"He said that van won't be taking anyone's girl away." I said, "And he's not Spanish, he's Catalan."

I started my bike and headed back, proud to have a friend like Gonzo.

Sexually, things got more experimental. For one thing, Deena started going down on us. The more she did it, the more she liked it. She wanted us both to be with her at the same time as opposed to taking turns.

When we took turns, we fucked her literally for hours. Our teen penises didn't need very long to recover, and we competed at doing it as long and hard as we could. Deena got bored of that before we did.

She liked it better when we all made out together, her slim body between us as we kissed, fondled, and stroked her. Dan liked to go down on her, and I liked to kiss her mouth; but we also reversed positions on that.

When the penetration started, she liked it best when she had one cock in her mouth and the other between her long legs.

Between us, we made Deena come like no one had ever come before; we practiced and played, loved and fucked her, kissed and sucked her, until we developed a cooperative sexual rhythm that made her our slave. No man could ever do it to her the way we could as a team.

And Deena wasn't passive; she knew she had to please two horny young guys, and she made every effort.

She sucked us, she kissed us, she bit our balls and stroked our backs. She smiled and danced with us, she loved us as only a teenage girl can love. Our passion was threatening to set the dry landscape on fire, and even though we did the same things again and again, it was never boring.

Dan lay on his back as Deena rode him, and I kissed her mouth tenderly; then I stood as she sucked my cock, her glossy hair in my hands as her sweet mouth pleasured me.

She lay on her back between my legs, my depleted cock between my belly and her back, her head on my chest as Dan kissed his way down towards her open groin, wet with my recent ejaculation.

He looked up at us, pausing for effect. I didn't think he'd do it, but he did. He went down on Deena, and I held her with my hands on her breasts as she squirmed and squealed, coming wildly while Dan ate my come out of her.

I stroked her face, neck, and breasts, I kissed her temple as my friend lifted his face from her open legs and put his stiff penis into her. I felt that they were waiting for me to do what he'd done, but it was a step too far for me. I wasn't yet ready to get that kinky.

She lay on Dan, face to face, kissing his mouth as I did her from behind. I thought about reaching down for my friend's hard penis, and whether I could get it in there at the same time?

If we'd had a little more time together, who knows how far we might have gone....

Out of bed, the three of us were as always; hanging out at the beach, gathering fruit in the hills, having dinner with one or the other of our families, laughing and chattering. We found some part time work at a restaurant on the coast during the peak of the tourist season, Deena did waitressing [she was fluent in 3 languages] while Dan and I helped in the kitchen.

It was the best time of our lives. It was sunshine and bliss, sex and love with friendship added.

Then it was time for Dan and Deena to leave. I knew it was going to happen, but it hurt just the same when it did.

"My mother got an apartment in Barcelona." Deena told me as we cuddled together one morning. "Dan is going to stay there, and Malu too."

A few years before, Dan and Deena's parents decided they needed 'real' schooling, and they were sent to an English boarding school near Barcelona. My mother asked me if I wanted to go too; I knew we couldn't afford it, and even if we could I wouldn't have wanted to go. If I left this place I'd be nobody, just another poor ragged hippie kid. I'd have to wear shoes and cut my hair, and go to school.

"Are you telling me it's over?" I asked.

She kissed me. "I have to choose, Adam." She started to cry. "I love you both, but you know it's always been Dan."

She sucked my cock for the last time, her big dark eyes sad and beautiful as her luscious lips slid up and down my stiff rod. I ran my fingers through her fine black hair, wondering if I'd ever know this depth of love again.

We were alone, Dan was organizing and loading the luggage for them both and their families into the cars. Malu's family and some other neighbors whose kids went to the distant school had already gone the day before.

I took my cock from her mouth and pressed it between her legs, I fucked her frantically until she tensed in that way she had, looked at me in that way she did when she came. We shared the bittersweet orgasm of separation, my semen pumping into her furry tunnel, our stupid naive hearts beating together.

"I love you Deena." I told her, working hard to avoid crying like a baby.

"I love you too Adam." She said sadly, squeezing out from under me.

"We have to go." Dan said from the doorway, "Everyone's waiting."

I was alone again as the mountain hamlet emptied out for the winter.

  Part 2; Anna took my cherry and my heart  

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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