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<1st attachment, "Menage a Trois. Chapter 7.txt" begin>
Chapter Seven
"I didn't get to play with him," Molly lamented
as we ate breakfast later that morning. "Alice,
tell me what it was like."
"You would have been disappointed, Molly. I
certainly was. He was boorishly assertive,
and he assumed that he was in charge just because
he was a guy and I was a girl. When we got
into bed, he lost all his previous sweetness and
ordered me around."
"How was he in bed?" Molly panted,
pretending to be excited.
"He was just awful. He had a small, slender
penis, which was nice for sucking but not for
much else. The jerk came in my mouth, even though
I had told him not to do it. He was very
selfish; he wouldn't do anything to pleasure me. He
just climbed on top of me, stuck his cock
inside, and within a few seconds he would be done. Even
after the fourth time he didn't last ten seconds.
Then he started talking about how I was his
girl and all, and that he was going to move me
back to the dorms."
"He didn't strike me as that kind of guy,"
Molly said. "He was so well mannered and
cute."
"I think it's sex, Molly. I suppose that some
guys get selfish and stupid when they find
themselves naked together with a girl."
"Alice! How ever would you know that? Ed
is only the second guy you've had, and Tommy
here is a supremely good lover."
"I heard that on a tv talk show," Alice
admitted sheepishly.
"You should watch less television, little girl,
and do more studying. You're not doing all that
well at school."
'Well, at least I'm passing the courses, and I
promise to finish the four year ordeal. Then I
want a baby."
I sat at the table drinking my coffee in silence,
listening to the banter of the two pretty girls,
my spouses. I looked up at them and said
"Perhaps it's not a good idea to take in
strangers."
"We've done rather poorly so far in that
regard," Alice agreed.
"Yes, that's true," Molly said. "But we
shouldn't exclude that option absolutely. I
personally thought that Sara was marvelous, great fun,
although I know that you didn't think much of
her Tommy. There is always the possibility that
we will find a playmate who might please all
of us, although, I agree we should be more cautious
in the future."
I shifted my chair closer to Molly and began to
run my fingers over her soft bare arms and
shoulders.
"I promised myself this morning," I
whispered, "that I would give you pleasure
before noon."
"Tommy, dear! That's so thoughtful of you, so
unselfish. You would spend the next two
hours giving me pleasure without a thought for your
own, wouldn't you," She teased.
"Me too!" Alice chirped.
"Of course, Alice. "Our Tommy is in a
generous mood this morning."
* * *
I got up from the bed carefully, not wanting to
disturb the girls, who dozed in a midday nap,
Alice cupped to Molly from behind, the larger
girl with a thumb in her mouth. We had been
so splendid together, and I was fully relaxed,
although a bit worn.
A loud rap at the screen door startled me, and
I pulled on a robe to answer it.
Two cops were at the door, glaring at me
through the screen. They were not part of my
world.
"Open the door!" a beefy lug demanded
"Do you have a warrant," I asked evenly.
"We can get one."
"Then I suggest that you do."
"It'll only go harder on you. We've been
informed that you have an underage girl
inside."
"I'm the youngest person in the house," I said
truthfully, "and I'm twenty years old."
At that moment Molly came up behind me and
looked over my shoulder at the cops.
"What do you want?" she demanded in a
commanding voice.
The brute immediately melted at the sight of
Molly, who was clad in just my shirt, her
exquisite thighs on full display.
He was suddenly deferential. "We have a
report, ma'am, that there is a child in this
house who is being abused."
"Oh, you must be referring to Alice. Alice,"
she shouted over her shoulder, "get you your
student ID and come up here."
"Alice looks very young, officer, but she's
twenty years old. She had a bad time with her
boyfriend last night, her former boyfriend, and
that's what this is all about."
Alice came to the door clad in jeans and a
long sleeve shirt. She still looked very
young.
"Here, officer, here is her photo ID," Molly
said, unlatching the screen door and handing it
out.
"We'd like to come in," the beefy guy stated,
his hand on the unlatched door.
"If you don't have a warrant, officer, my
daddy, who's a lawyer, will sue you and the
city. He's done that successfully sixteen times in
Cleveland.'
The cop looked at the ID and at Alice.
"This could be forged."
"How many forged university IDs have you
come across in the past ten years," I asked,
trying to hide the sneer in my voice.
They gave it up.
"We'll be keeping an eye on you kids," the
faceless authority mumbled as he turned and
walked down the porch steps with his equally faceless
partner.
"The bastards," Molly fumed. "Grown up
school yard bullies!"
"It was Ed who did it, you know," Alice said.
"How could such a sweet faced boy be such a
prick?" Molly growled as she went away from
the door and to her room.
* * *
The appearance of the cops, a reminder that a
harsh reality existed outside our shell of
romantic fantasy, seemed to rattle both Alice and me.
"What's going to happen to us, Tommy, when
we leave the university and go out into the real
world? My mom had a point. We won't fit in
at all."
Alice was in a somber mood, and she clutched
to me, wanting to hear a reassuring answer.
"Perhaps we could go and live in a Muslim
country. Maybe Molly will find another guy
and leave," she whispered.
"Do you want to lose Molly?"
"I don't want to lose you, Tommy. I have this
awful fear that our family will not last beyond
graduation, that we will go in three different
directions."
I too had had that thought more than once. The
idea of going through life with two wives and
two sets of children, which seemed to us to be
so delightful and naughty in our more romantic
moments, now appeared to be bizarre at best.
"I want us to get married," she said, looking
into my face with determination, "really
married, with a license and a ceremony, with our
parents there giving us their blessing."
"But what about Molly? She's such an
important part of our lives. You can't ask me
to choose between the two of you."
"I'm not asking you to choose! We're beyond
choice!" The girl was getting a bit hysterical.
"I'm saying that we have to get married. I've
stopped taking the pill."
"When did you stop?" I asked loudly, angry all
of a sudden and fearful of what was unfolding.
"I didn't take it today," Alice said in a small
voice, realizing that she had fired a dud.
I sighed heavily in relief.
"Tommy, Molly can do anything and have
anybody. She's so beautiful and intelligent.
But you're the only person, the only purpose in my
life. There's no one and nothing else out there
for me."
"It's not fair to Molly," I insisted heatedly.
"Have you forgotten that she betrayed you!?"
Alice screamed at me. "Can you ever imagine
me betraying you?"
The small girl clutched to me and sobbed
against my chest, but I did not put my arms
around her.
"No, Alice. No," I said coldly. "I won't marry
you and give up Molly."
Alice suddenly stood back from me and glared
into my face with an expression of ugly fury,
something I never imagined existed in her.
"God damn you. God damn you to Hell!" she
screamed and slapped my face with all her
force.
Alice then ran to her room and slammed the
door behind her. I heard loud, wailing bawls
and convulsive sobbing as she surrendered herself
to her grief. I thought of going to her, to try to
comfort her, and I took a step forward.
"No, Tom," I heard Molly say from behind me
as she put a restraining hand on my arm. "It's
over."
"I don't want it to be over Molly," I replied
angrily. "I want it to be as before. What
came over her all of a sudden?"
We went outside to escape the painful noise.
We walked down the sidewalk hand in hand.
I was close to tears.
"This has been coming on for some time,
Tommy. I've noticed it, but you haven't,
because you are such a romantic, and besides you're a guy.
What's most awful is that we can't do anything
at all about it. I think that we've outgrown her.
She's not keeping up with us."
"Maybe I should marry her."
Molly stopped and stood in front of me,
looking into my face sternly.
"I'm not being selfish, Thomas, but do you
really think that marrying Alice would be at
all wise?"
"No. I suppose not. But I won't give up either
one of you. Have you stopped loving her,
Molly?
"Tom, I love the two of you just as before, but
the future does not look too bright for us."
"I want to stop her crying, Molly. I want her to
quit that awful bawling. I feal miserable
about it, even out here where I can't hear it."
"We'll do it together, Tommy. We'll try to put
her at peace, but you have to understand that
we have a real problem with her."
Molly and I went back into the house and
followed the painful noise to Alice's room.
She was on her bed hysterically ripping her clothes,
her small bodly shaking in convulsive
sobbing. We rushed to the bed, climbed on and held the
distraught girl between us.
"We love you baby, we love you so much,"
Molly cooed.
"We'll never leave you ever," I promised,
looking into her once pretty face, her eyes red
and puffy, her mouth grimacing in dispair.
Eventually she calmed and fell asleep. We
remained with her the entire night, squeezed
together on her bed. We only removed our shoes, and
hers.
* * *
The next morning I awoke with an ache in my
shoulder. Molly was already up and sitting on
the edge of the bed petting Alice's head lovingly.
Alice, still asleep, was beautiful again, her
face at,peace. The little girl's eyes soon fluttered
open. She gave us a sheepish smile,
remembering the ugliness of the previous evening
and thankful for our forgiving presence.
"I love you so much," she said in a small
voice, looking back and forth at the two of us.
"I don't know what came over me."
Molly leaned down and kissed the girl's lips.
"It was an anxiety attack, darling, but it's over
now."
Alice gripped my hand but looked up at
Molly. "I'm awfully sorry about what I said
last night, Molly. I had this horrible feeling all of a
sudden that I would be left alone in the world.
Tommy was beside me, so I clutched to him and
lashed out at you. Had you been there, I might
have done the opposite."
"It's over now, dearest," Molly whispered and
kissed the girl again. 'But we have to do some
serious thinking about our future together. We
have to make some down to earth plans."
"I know, Molly," she said, still gripping my
hand tightly. "I need to go home for awhile,
though, but not to be away from the two of you. I'll
miss you awfully, but mommy called yesterday
and said that she is sick. I want to be with her. I'll
be gone for awhile. I don't care about school.
I don't think that I'll finish it.
"That's alright, sweetie," Molly murmured,
kissing the girl once again. "You don't need to
study physics and chemistry to be in charge of our
home and raise our babies."
"That's all I want in life, Molly, to live with
the two of you and with our children until
we're very old," she said looking into my face
with a smile.
* * *
I drove Alice home that morning, which
involved a six hour drive round trip. Her
mother, when I saw her at the door, looked
very ill.
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