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If anyone is interested in this, I'll post the other chapters, of which
there are twelve.

                             Menage a trois


                                      Chapter One




The first time I saw Molly Burns was when
she entered our tenth grade class in the middle
of the school year, after having relocated with
her family from California. We were then both
sixteen years old. I had admired girls before,
of course, and I had dated a few times, but I
never really had a girl. When Molly appeared
in home room on that fateful day in January,
however, I suddenly realized that something
had been missing from my life. The sight of
her caused my throat to ache. It was not love
at first sight, or any such nonsense. What
disturbed me was the profound physical beauty
of both her face and body which aroused in me
a sexual lust more intense than I had ever before
experienced.


She was gloriously blond, her hair, her face,
her flesh; all of her radiated blondness. Her
breasts were perfectly proportioned to her
frame, which was tall and well filled out. She
was certainly not a skinny girl, but she was
also not the least bit heavy. The upper arms
that extended from her white, short sleeve
shirt were full, yet firm and shapely. One
could look at the girl and guess with
confidence that her entire body was like that.
Molly, at sixteen, was already fully developed
physically. She would grow no taller, although
I still had an inch to gain, and by seventeen
she and I would be the same height, five
eleven.

Molly was by far the most beautiful girl at
school, and she was immediately besieged by
a flock of horny guys, even seniors, all of
whom, however, she rejected politely. She
would not date. She rebuffed me with a smile,
and I managed to return a smile to her,
although I was crushed. I persisted, day after
day, until I finally realized that it was
hopeless. She would never be my girl,
although I was smart and good looking. She
did, however, prefer me to the other guys for
reasons I did not understand. She let me
become her friend, and I had to settle for that;
no hand holding, no kissing, just chaste
friendship.

We didn't date, although we sometimes did
things together, like going to football games.
Molly usually brought along another girl on
our infrequent outings. She and I did not, of
course, confide in each other, although I was
ready to tell her the entire, amazing story of
my life. For two years, into the twelfth grade, I
was her puppy who was always eager to fetch
for her, and because of her I did not date other
girls.

As our final school year approached its end
and the senior prom loomed I hoped that she
would attend it with me. I talked around the
topic with her for a couple of weeks before I
finally asked her to be my date to the prom.

'That's sweet of you, Tommy, but I already
have a date," she said in a soft voice, smiling
at me.

"Who . . .?" I asked, incredulous that there
was another guy ahead of me.

"I'm going with Alice Carpenter," she
responded, suppressing a snicker.

"But she's a girl!" I protested stupidly.

"Of course she's a girl, Tommy. I like girls.
I'm a lesbian."

I could not think of anything intelligent to say.
"Since when?" I almost whined.

"Since three weeks ago, when Alice had a
sleepover at my house."

Molly was clearly enjoying my discomfort.
She was not at all embarrassed about
revealing her newly discovered sexual
orientation, and I thought that she would soon
burst out in giggles. Then she put me in my
place and let me know exactly where I stood
with her.

"Tommy, would you please drive Alice and
me to the prom?"

Of course I would.

                 * * *

My first stop was Molly's house, where I
greeted her at the door, handsome in my tux.
She was stunning, clad in a formal gown of
soft fabric which clung to her figure most
provocatively. Her shoulders were bare, as
well as her upper chest. Her two luscious
arms were naked all the way to her wrists, and
I could not resist placing my hand on the soft
flesh of an unmuscled biceps. Molly smiled
and allowed me the touch.


"You look so grand this evening, Tommy," she
cooed.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I've lost my chauffeur's
cap," I replied obsequiously as I opened the
rear door of my nine year old Chevy for her.

Molly directed me to Alice's house, where we
picked up the small, flat chested girl, who
looked like a dressed up twelve year old. The
two females, who were so different
physically, sat in the back of my car as I drove
off. I did not know Alice very well, although
over the past couple of years I had more than
once noticed her mousy prettiness.

"Keep you eyes on the road, Tommy," Molly
admonished me, when I peeked into the rear
view mirror to learn what was causing the
giggles and small squeals from the back seat.

I didn't have a date for the prom, although I
arrived with two pretty girls. No one noticed,
when we entered the gym, which had been
made into a ballroom, the lights dim. That
evening I danced with the two of them, Molly
holding me apart, her face level with mine,
smiling, always smiling. It was infuriating.

"Do I at least get a kiss tonight, Molly?" I
implored, hoping for a tip.

"I don't kiss boys, Tommy," she replied, and
again smiled into my face, deliberately hurting
me.

When I danced with little Alice, I was able to
bring the girl to me and she cuddled her cheek
against my chest. I kissed the top of her head
and she squirmed against me.

"Do you kiss boys?" I asked her in a whisper.

"I've done it once or twice," she answered
demurely and looked up into my face, inviting
me.

I leaned my head down and kissed her lips as
we continued our slow dance, meeting her
tongue with mine. I didn't want to let go of the
slender girl, because I was so starved for
affection, but the music stopped and she stood
away from me and blushed into my face.

"Tommy, she's my date," Molly interrupted at
that point, and the two girls danced together
during the next set as I looked on.

"She's the most beautiful dyke I've ever seen,"
a familiar voice sounded next to me.

I looked and saw Jack Kovacic, an old friend
from kindergarten.

"I think that you would have a better chance
with Alice."

"Ya, I know," I replied. "But it's Molly I
want."

"No way. She doesn't like guys. Look at her,
the way she's holding Alice. They're going to
do it together tonight."

"What do girls do with each other?" I asked in
total ignorance.

"I haven't a clue," he responded with a sigh.

"Say, Tommy," he continued, "there's a party
at my house after the prom, an all-nighter. I
hope you can come."

"I'd like that, Jack, but I don't know how long
I'm committed to the two lesbians."

"Alice is not a lesbian," said a voice behind
me.

I looked around and saw Betty Morrison,
another old friend. She was a few inches
shorter than I, blond and pudgy, although not
really heavy.

"I've known Alice all my life," she said, her
pretty face smiling at me. "In fact we were
best friends until a couple of months ago,
when that awful Molly Burns snared her."

Jack wandered off and left Betty and me to
gossip.

"You evidently don't like Molly."

"No I don't, but I know why Alice went with
her. I would have done the same thing, had
Molly asked me."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not
comprehending what she was saying.

"Tommy, sometimes you are so dense! Do you
think that Molly's beauty just gets guys
excited?

"So," I chuckled, "you'd become a lesbian, if
you could have her?"

"No, dummy," she said in a low voice, pulling
me to her with her arms around my waist. "I'm
not a lesbian," she whispered into my ear, "but
I would just die to be in bed with her naked. I
would go down on her."

"Is that what girls do together?"

Betty gave me a sock in the ribs. "Let's
dance," she commanded and pulled me onto
the dance floor.

I really liked Betty, although I never had
sexual thoughts about the chunky girl. She was
just a nice friend. After the music stopped, she
and I sipped Cokes at a table. "I'm here with
Freddie. He was the best I could get for the
prom."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Over there in the corner," she nodded her
head, "talking about computers with a couple
of other geeks."

"Are you going to Jack's party?" she asked.

"Probably, although I'll be late."

"That's great. I'll wait for you. Freddie can't
make it." Betty leered at me for some reason I
could not understand.

"The prom's almost over," I said, after we
chatted for a long time and danced some more.
"I'd better check in on Molly and Alice."

"See you later, Tommy," she called as I
walked away from the table.

                 * * *

"Well, here's our driver," Molly announced
gaily as I approached the two girls.

Alice looked up at me shyly. The lights
dimmed further and the orchestra struck up
"Good Night Sweetheart".

"Alice, will you dance this with me?" I asked
the little girl with the large brown eyes.

"She's my date Tommy!" Molly objected.

"Yes," Alice interrupted. "I'd love to dance
with you again."

Molly glared at me as I led Alice to the dance
floor. We put our arms around each other like
lovers and moved to the slow tempo. "Kiss me
again," she whispered. I could scarcely hear
her. We kissed as we danced. I brought a hand
up between us and placed my palm over her
left breast, which was hardly a handful. We
danced and kissed like that until the music
ended and the lights brightened. Once more I
didn't want to let go of the slight, pretty girl,
but Molly came up and pulled her away,
perhaps a bit too abruptly.

"It's time to go home," the beautiful bitch
announced, and she dragged Alice with her
toward the exit.

As we drove away from the school, the two of
them sat in the rear seat of my car in silence.
Molly was seething. I dropped them at Molly's
house, where Alice would sleepover. I got out
of the car to accompany them to the door.
Molly walked ahead in a huff, but Alice took
my hand and presented her face for another,
good night kiss.

"Alice!" Molly exclaimed in anger.

"You don't own me, Molly," the little girl
replied with a determination I did not know
she possessed, and she clutched to me as we
kissed.

I drove away wondering about how it would
be with them that night in bed together. Jack
was correct. I had a better chance with Alice,
and she, despite her skimpiness, was a much
nicer person than beautiful Molly.

                 * * *

I went home and changed into more
comfortable clothes.  It was almost 2 am
and no one was awake. I then drove to Jack's house,
where I saw a police cruiser parked by the
curb. When I approached, Jack was on the
porch talking to two cops, promising them that
he would keep the noise down. The cops
loomed pass me, heading for their car, as I
walked up toward the steps. Betty was there,
and she beamed me a silent hello with her
smile.

"Hi, Tommy," she said as I got close.

The porch light then went off, and Betty and I
were left in the dark. We went onto the porch,
where we settled ourselves in a swing. The lights
inside the house were dim and the noise of the
party somewhat subdued. We were squeezed
together on the swing, and Betty snuggled her
head against my shoulder. She, too, had
changed her clothes, and she had evidently
showered, because she smelled so fresh.

"Did you get a good night kiss?" Betty asked
with a smile in her voice.

"Yes," I responded. "From Alice."

"I'm not surprised, but Alice is still a virgin,
and maybe she didn't know how to give you a
proper kiss."

Betty then placed her hand on my cheek and
brought her face to mine, kissing me then in the
most lascivious way that I had ever
experienced. She did not protest, when I
cupped her left breast, which was pointy and
firm, just a handful. She wore no bra. We
lingered at it for quite some time, before we
had to catch our breath. I became suddenly
aware of the sounds of insects which buzzed
and chirped in the quiet, warm night.

"Tommy," she whispered, "I don't want you to
feel awkward, because I don't have any claim
on you, but I had always wanted you to be my
first boy, you know, to go all the way with.
You never saw me like that, and I understand,
so I got impatient, and about a year ago I did it
with Jack."

"Our Jack?"

"Yes, our Jack, and I don't want to talk about
it, because those things should remain private,
you know."

"Yes, I know," I replied, and I wondered why
Jack had never told me.

"Tommy?"

"Yes?"

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted,  the darkness concealing
my blush.

"I want you very much, Tommy," she breathed
into my ear. "I want you. I want you, if only
for a little while. We probably will never see
each other again, after we go off to college. I
want you," and she once more engaged me in a
most wondrous kiss.

I got a blanket from my car, and Betty held my
hand as we went up the driveway to the back
of Jack's house, and further to the rear of
Jack's garage, where I knew that even in day
light the grassy area was secluded. The only
thought in my mind as we walked around the
garage was that I was finally going to get laid,
and that I would do it with a dear friend.

                 * * *

The crickets fell silent as we rounded the
garage and went into the grassy space behind
it, a place protected from prying eyes by
heavy, thick bushes and low hanging tree
branches. We spread the blanket over the
grass and then stood and looked at each other
from either side of the fabric. The Moon had
finally risen and it illuminated two young
persons on prom night who were about to
realize different, separate fantasies.

"Is it safe here, Tommy? Can we get
undressed?"

"Yes," I said hastily, as I pulled off my shirt
and unbuckled the belt of my shorts. I stripped
to my underpants and watched as Betty
finished undressing. Her modest, but well
formed breasts jutted straight out from her
body without the least sag. Her tummy was a
bit broad, but it was not at all flabby. Her
thighs were quite full where they pinched
against the bottom of her panties. I just stood
there, an undefined sense of panic overtaking
me.

"It's all right, Tommy," Betty assured me as
she reclined on the blanket. "I'm not a virgin
and I'm on the pill, so you won't hurt me or get
me pregnant."

She reached up her hand, inviting me to lie
beside her, which I quickly did, embracing the
girl and pressing my flesh against hers. We
kissed passionately in extreme sexual
excitement. Our last garments were soon
pulled off. Her nakedness inflamed me. I
sought to climb atop her, intending to plunge
my engorged cock into warm softness.

"Tommy!" Betty exclaimed and pushed me
back onto the blanket. "You're too eager. Let
me calm you down so that you don't come as
soon as you get inside."

I realized with a blush that I had been very
uncool. I lay on my back and let Betty take
charge of my hard cock. which she grasped
with her hand.

"You're very large," she murmured, as she
lowered her head to lick the tip of my penis.
Betty suddenly leaned up on an elbow and
looked into my face. "Don't come in my mouth,
Tommy. That would be just too gross."

She then went down on me, holding the shaft
and sucking the tip of it into her mouth. I had
never imagined such pleasure, and within a
few seconds I pushed at her head.

"I'm going to come," I gasped.

She removed her mouth from my cock and
started pumping it with her hand until I
squealed in ecstasy. My semen shot
everywhere, on us, on the blanket, on the
grass, enough seed to father a nation.

After that experience I was at peace, sated for
the moment. We cuddled and kissed
affectionately, gently.

"Tommy, darling, will you do something for
me?" Betty whispered into my ear. When I
nodded my assent she said softly "Will you
lick on me? No one has ever done that to me."

I had seen porno movies, of course, in which
guys eat out women. I knew how it was done,
but I had always imagined that I would do it
with a girl who had thighs more slender than
Betty's. Still, I was curious, and besides she
had been so nice to me and would be even
nicer later on.

She had to give me some instructions, when I
began, because I was hardly an expert. I loved
the smell and taste of her, although I know that
some guys are disgusted by all that. Betty
really enjoyed my efforts, I could tell, when
she cried out stifled shouts and squeezed my
head between her thighs. I didn't know when
to stop, so I just kept on licking until she
pushed at my head with a weak hand and
begged, "Please, Tommy, that's enough."

"Thank you. That was marvelous," she purred
into my ear as we held each other in a tender
embrace. I never thought it would feel so
wonderful."

"Does Alice do Molly, or does Molly do
Alice?" I asked, not entirely off topic.

"How would I know?"

"Well, you're a girl. What would you do, if
you had Molly in bed naked?"

Betty thought for a moment. "I'd do her for
certain. She has an incredible body. I've seen
her in the showers at school. It's just
unbelievable. Then I would hope that she
would do me."

We cuddled, kissed and fondled each other for
quite a while, until our sexual passions rose
again. I realized that I was about to fuck for
the first time, when Betty grasped my hard
cock and urged me to mount her with her
sighs, pulling on my body, wanting me to come
between her widely spread legs.

"Just do it, Tommy. Take your pleasure. Don't
worry about pleasing me, because I'll come
soon. I feel it there already."

I lay atop of the girl supported by my elbows
as Betty positioned my cock.

"Push it in," she exclaimed in excitement.

I pushed, she thrust and we began to fuck. I
thought before that the feel of her mouth on my
cock was beyond description, but it was
nothing, I realized, to the slick, warm tightness
on my penis as I penetrated her for the first
time.

"Oh, my God!" she cried as I reached bottom,
all the way into her, our bellies pressed
together. "You're so big!" she gasped, her
body quivering, her fingernails clawing at my
shoulders. I suddenly realized that I could last,
that I could fuck the girl for some time before I
would lose it. I moved my cock slowly out of
her and then gently back in. "Harder," she
demanded, thrusting at me. "Faster!" I began to
slam into the girl, meeting her powerful
upward pushes, faster and faster. Betty rolled
her head from side to side, her mouth wide
open as though she were screaming silently.
Her legs wrapped around mine, pulling tightly
on me, wanting even more of me inside of her.
She began to shriek loudly, so I pressed my
mouth to hers to stifle the sound. Then she was
briefly quiet, although we continued to fuck
almost violently. Another orgasm suddenly hit
her and she shouted down my throat for a few
seconds. Eventually I lost it, and I gasped at
each powerful spurt. It was then over, my first
fuck. It took less than five minutes, but it was
absolutely marvelous.

"I've never felt that before, Tommy," Betty
sighed into my ear as we held each other. "I've
had Jack and two other boys, all of them
virgins like you. It felt good, of course, except
for that first time with Jack, which really hurt,
but they never gave me the big pleasure like
you just did. But I'm glad now that you weren't
my first boy, Tommy, because you are really
big and you would have done me some serious
damage."

I immediately thought about little Alice, how I
would hurt her, if it came to that. "Are you
sure that Alice is a virgin," I asked
apprehensively.

"Ya, I know, because on a sleepover a few
months ago we did, uh, some lesbian stuff and
she couldn't take even my little finger. If you
manage to get her away from that horrible
person, Molly, you'd better use full anesthesia
before you fuck her."

As the sky began to lighten at dawn Betty and I
fucked again, this time with her on top, moving
up and down my shaft as she diddled herself
silly.

For the rest of the Summer, until we went off
to separate colleges, we remained lovers,
although we knew that it would soon end and
we would probably never see each other again.







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