A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 03

After an early breakfast with my mother and Phil, the ladies and I hit the road. The trip to my dad's place would take four hours.

I drove us, and Eliza sat in the back seat with Izzy. Eliza and I had told her about my mom's secret doubts after we left. The news hit her hard, and she was a little subdued as we headed east.

"I guess I missed all the drama," she said. "I was so tired, I just passed out."

"This whole process of telling our families the news is exhausting," I said.

After I merged us onto the interstate, I checked the rear-view mirror. Eliza had an arm around Izzy.

"I read last night that exhaustion is one of the earliest signs of a pregnancy," Eliza said.

Izzy pouted. "I'm not pregnant yet."

"He did leave at least a gallon of cum in you the other night," Eliza said with a shrug.

Izzy smiled. "You sound jealous."

"There's no jealousy between us," Eliza said softly.

"Oh, sweetie. I know. I'm just teasing." She kissed Eliza. Just a couple of pecks and a hug at first. But the embrace and the kisses lingered.

We hit some traffic and I cursed silently as I brought the Volvo to a stop.

"I fell asleep before Jimmy even came to bed," Izzy said. "Did you two fool around while I was passed out?"

"James wanted to have sex, but his old bed was too squeaky."

"I noticed that," Izzy said. "His mom has sharp hearing, by the way."

"I was not going to let her hear us having sex just moments after we told her about our 'perverted' relationship."

"She didn't call us perverted," Izzy said.

"That was more of a comment about societal judgment," Eliza sighed.

"She's worried that we're in over our heads," Izzy said. "It seems like everyone over the age of thirty thinks that way."

"Exactly," I said.

"So, I didn't miss any sexy time last night?" Izzy asked.

"Well, James and I had a little fun," Eliza said. "Sex was off the table, but not everything else."

"Oh?" Izzy asked. "What did I sleep through?"

"Nothing much," Eliza said.

"Elle! Please tell me."

Eliza laughed. "You're such a horny brat."

"Of course I am. Now tell me!"

"Fine. James went down on me, and I had to cover my face with a pillow when I came."

"Good boy." Izzy reached out and patted my head.

"I do my best to keep my women happy," I said.

"Then I made him stand up," Eliza said. She stroked some of Izzy's hair out of her face and kissed her cheek. "I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees."

I sighed at the memory. Eliza was starting to turn this into a tease for Izzy. I wondered where she was going with it. She was usually slow to come out of her shell, but sometimes she caught fire with little warning.

"What did you do once you got on your knees?" Izzy's voice was a horny rasp.

"I sucked him off," Eliza aid. "I put his hand on the back of my head, and I told him to fuck my mouth."

The traffic loosened up, and we moved a few car lengths before we had to stop again.

Izzy squirmed in her seat. "Elle, did you make him come?"

"It didn't take long, with him pumping his cock in my mouth like that."

"I'm sad that I slept through all that," Izzy said.

"What would you have done if you caught us?" Eliza asked.

Eliza grabbed a handful of Izzy's hair and kissed her. "I would have kissed you with a mouthful of his come and let you scoop it out with your hot little tongue."

Eliza grabbed a handful of Izzy's hair and kissed her. "I would have kissed you with my mouth full of his come and let you scoop it out with your hot little tongue."

"Fuck. I love when you get filthy," Izzy said.

"You're so worried about us treating you differently while you try to get pregnant. How about this? Let's get filthy right now. Or should I treat you like a delicate flower?"

"Really?" Izzy asked. "We're stuck in traffic."

"Who cares?" Eliza said.

I couldn't see everything through the mirror, but I could tell that Eliza had moved a hand inside Izzy's shirt to grope her breast.

"Oh, god, you make me so fucking wet," Izzy hissed.

"I've been thinking about that story you told us. About your internship and how you and Bianca made each other come in the backseat of her car while her wife drove." Eliza kissed Izzy's neck.

"Oh. You liked my story?"

"You know I did," Eliza whispered. "I made myself come the other day thinking about it."

"Where?" I asked.

Eliza smiled at me in the mirror. "In my office."

"Oh," Izzy gasped. "Oh!" Whatever Eliza was doing with her hands was driving Izzy wild. She was whimpering. "Eliza, please."

"The idea of you being such a submissive little slut for them. I can't stop thinking about it," Eliza said. "I want you to be that way for me."

Izzy gasped. "I'll do you whatever you want."

#

"I want you to come," Eliza said. "Will you do that for me?"

Izzy met my eyes in the mirror and we smiled at each other.

#

"I'll come for you, Elle," Izzy said.

#

When traffic started moving again, I silently cursed. I could no longer watch them because I needed to concentrate on the road.

"So good." Izzy was gasping.

"You are very wet for me," Eliza said.

"You make me so hot. I love your fingers."

"Taste yourself," Eliza said.

"Mm. Mm." The sloppy sucking sounds made my cock twitch.

"Take off your top," Eliza said.

Izzy's shirt landed on the center console, covering my coffee cup. She giggled as I moved it to the empty passenger seat. Izzy's pink bra soon followed, and I grabbed it. I sniffed it, savoring her scent - floral soap and sweat. I wanted to touch her, to bury my face in soft flesh, kiss her chest and her belly, and run my hands over the swell of her ass. But I couldn't. I was driving on the interstate while Eliza drove her wild in the back seat. Oh well, I'd have my turn with her later.

"Bite my nipple," Izzy said.

"Like this?"

"Fuck!"

My hard-on pressed uncomfortably against my pants. I adjusted myself as best as I could without actually taking my dick out.

"Oh. Oh god!" Izzy groaned.

"You are so tight," Eliza said. "I can barely get a second finger inside you."

"I think I'm stressed out," Izzy said.

"We all are, sweetie. Now it's time to relieve that stress."

"I think you're doing a good job of that," Izzy sad. "Keep doing that."

"Take off your pants," Eliza said.

"Okay. My thong, too?"

"Yes."

Izzy didn't throw her clothes up front this time. She was probably too focused on what was about to happen next.

"I have her completely naked back here, James," Eliza said.

I checked the rear-view mirror. Izzy I could see only her face down to the tops of her breasts. She was flushed all over. Her mouth gaped open as she made eye contact with me. "Hi, Jimmy."

"Having fun?" I asked.

Before she could answer, Eliza kissed her. Izzy's hand cupped the back of her head.

"Mmph! Mm! Mm!" Izzy moaned.

I swerved into another lane to avoid someone who was slamming on their brakes. The girls didn't notice.

"Elle, take off your clothes."

The girls rolled around in the back as Izzy helped Eliza undress. Eliza was wearing a short skirt, which Izzy threw up front. It landed on top of Izzy's own clothes.

"Your panties are soaked," Izzy said.

"Lie down," Eliza said.

They grunted and giggled as they moved around. They were too low in their seats now, and I couldn't see a thing.

"Jimmy, you're missing all the fun," Izzy said.

"Your pussy is so beautiful, Isabelle" Eliza said.

#

"Oh god, stop teasing me. I need to feel your mouth on my cunt."

#

"Is this how you did it with Bianca?"

"Yes, scoot closer. Just like that."

I recalled Izzy's story, about how she and Bianca got into a sixty-nine in the back of Bianca and Sara's car and made each other come while Sara drove them home. Once they had Izzy in their house, they tied her up and fucked her. Now Eliza and she were recreating that drive, only it was in the middle of the day and we were not heading home for more hot sex. We were heading to my father's house for a serious talk. Well, this was a good way for the girls to relieve a little stress before we met my father. I only wished I could get involved.

Eliza and Izzy stopped talking for a while. I heard only the wet sounds of tongues on flesh and their fingers fucking each other. As I approached a rest stop, I considered pulling over so I could join them. But the place was crowded, and I kept going.

Soon, they got vocal again.

"Oh shit. Isabelle, keep doing that."

"Fuck! Oh god! I'm coming!" Izzy screeched.

"Do it. I want to feel it on my tongue."

"Faster. Please, Elle!"

"Mm. Mm. Mm-hm!" Elle clearly had her tongue jammed inside Izzy, savoring the taste of her as she came.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Okay, stop. I can't take it."

"Did you like that?" Eliza asked.

"Shush. I need to finish you off."

The dialog ended after that, dissolving into of moans and screams as Izzy fingered and sucked and licked. I could hear it all, but I could see none of it.

"I wish I could join you back there," I said.

"Oh god, your tongue is divine, Isabelle. Don't stop."

"Sit on my face. I'll finish you off."

Eliza sat up, and now I could see her in the mirror again. She was cupping both her breasts she writhed on Izzy's face. She caught my gaze in the mirror and a smile creased her face before a look of ecstasy wiped it away. She dropped her eyes down.

"Isabelle, you love me so well."

"I love eating you out, baby."

Eliza screamed and collapsed forward, disappearing from view again.

A quiet settled over the car, aside from the sound of my girls panting as they fought to catch their breath.

"That was so good," Izzy said. "Elle, you are amazing."

"You both are," I said.

A truck pulled up alongside us on the right. I eyed the driver as he glanced down at us. His eyes bulged, no doubt spotting one or both of my naked fiancés.

"Oh, he can see me," Izzy squealed. "Shit! Give me my clothes, Jimmy."

"You love it," Eliza said.

I smiled as I grabbed everything that was piled on the passenger seat. I tossed them to the back and floored the accelerator to pull ahead of the truck.

A hand appeared in front of my face. The smell of Izzy's musk filled my nose.

"Taste her," Eliza whispered in my ear.

I opened my mouth and let her push two fingers in. My tongue danced over Eliza's digits, as I savored Izzy's salty musk. I groaned as I fought to keep my eyes on the road.

"She came so hard for me, James." Eliza licked my ear. "I hope you didn't feel left out."

She withdrew her fingers from my mouth and climbed between the bucket seats. She grunted as her ribs grazed my elbow, and she sprawled on the passenger seat. She wore only her light blue skirt, which barely reached to mid-thigh, and a black lacy bra. When she noticed me looking at her, she smirked and lifted her skirt to reveal her shaved, flushed and swollen pussy.

"Take your cock out for me," she said.

"You are on fire," I said.

This was the wanton version of Eliza. I loved this side of her. I loved all sides of her. But this one could drive me crazy.

"Eliza, he's driving," Izzy said.

"Should I stop? "Eliza asked her.

I unzipped my pants and my cock pushed out on its own. I sighed with relief now that it was finally free.

"Are you going to blow him?" Izzy said.

"I was thinking about it."

"I don't want you to get hurt," Izzy said.

"I suppose I might distract him and cause an accident," Eliza said.

"Exactly," Izzy said.

"So, you've never done it?" Eliza asked. "Given road head?"

Izzy shrugged. "Well..."

Izzy had never given me head while I was driving. Of course, until Eliza had brought her car to Boston, we rarely drove anywhere. Neither of us had cars of our own.

"Of course you have." Eliza smiled back at Izzy. "So have I. I didn't worry about bad choices in high school." She looked at me appraisingly. I glanced back at her before returning my attention to the road. She licked my ear. "Perhaps a hand job, James?"

"As long as we all have our seat belts on," Izzy said.

"Isabelle is suddenly very concerned about road safety."

"I just worry," Izzy said. "I don't want you to get hurt. Plus, if there's an accident, you might accidentally bite him. That would be a fucking tragedy."

They both laughed. I didn't find it very funny. Penis injury humor wasn't my thing.

Eliza fastened her seatbelt. "You didn't seem so worried about seatbelts while we were eating each other out," Eliza said.

"Well, we weren't distracting Jimmy."

Eliza spit in her hand and grasped my cock. "I'm sure he was distracted. Were you, James?"

The look in her eyes made me shudder. "Maybe a little," I said.

She stroked my cock with a loose grip. Her fingers fluttered over the shaft and tightened as they passed over the head.

"Did you want to join us?" Izzy asked.

"Yes, I really did."

"Did you want to fuck us, James?" Eliza asked.

I couldn't hold back a short laugh. Eliza was hamming it up a little, but she was clearly on fire. I would roll with whatever she had in mind. "Always," I said.

Eliza tried to lean closer but the seatbelt held her back. Her eyes dropped to watch her hand glide up and down my shaft. "I love your cock."

"We know you do," Izzy scoffed. "You're obsessed with it. Ever since the first time I let you suck it."

"I had a taste of it long before you came along. And you're just as obsessed with his dick as I am."

Izzy snorted. "Guilty as charged."

Eliza looked at me and bit her lip. "Are you close?"

I shrugged. "It's hard to divide my attention between driving and what you're doing."

"James," Eliza said in a commanding tone.

"Yes?"

"I fucked your girlfriend in the backseat."

"I'm his fiancé," Izzy said. "And so are you."

"Shush," Eliza said. She turned back to me. "Pretend I'm her ex-boss. You just met me, and I made your girlfriend my slut while you were driving us home. You had to sit here and listen to me fucking and sucking her."

My dick twitched under her grip. She sped up her pace.

"We both came so hard for each other. I had my tongue all over her beautiful pussy. Taste her." She kissed me and I could taste Izzy on her lips and tongue. "Doesn't she taste delicious?"

"She really does," I said.

"Of course, you probably knew that already if you've been a good boyfriend and gone down on her."

"He has," Izzy said. "He's as good as you. The best head I've ever gotten from a boy."

"Oh?" Eliza said. "Is that why you keep him around?"

"It's one of the reasons," Izzy said. She sighed. "One of many."

"Thank you for letting me have a taste of a taste of her, James," Eliza said. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Isabelle is masturbating. She's insatiable. I'll probably need another taste of her later, if you don't mind. I know she needs another taste of me. I can see it in her eyes. I might share her with my wife, too. The two of us will tie her down and fuck her all night."

"This is so fucking hot!' Izzy groaned. "I'm glad I told you that story."

I smiled at Eliza. Role play was new for her. I liked it. "I'll let you play with her some more, as long as I get to watch. I'm pretty close now."

"Now I'm going to make you come," Eliza said. "As a thank you for letting me fuck your girlfriend."

"Elle, you are so sexy," Izzy said.

Eliza flashed an intense look at Izzy. "I'm Bianca."

"Yes, Bianca. Please make my boyfriend come."

"I've never handled a cock before," Eliza said. She pursed her lips as she stared down at my dick. "I've only ever been with women. But I'm feeling very, very grateful." She spat on my dick and tightened her grip. "I might even let you fuck me later."

I was surging. I lifted my ass off my seat. "Elle, I'm so close!"

"Thank you for letting me fuck your woman," Eliza whispered.

"I'm coming!" I shouted.

Eliza unfastened her seatbelt and ducked into my lap. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock as she jerked me off into her mouth. I exploded and Eliza took every drop. My whole body shuddered as I fought to keep my attention on my driving.

"Mm." Her humming drove me wild.

"Elle, we agreed!" Izzy said. "No road head."

When Eliza took the blast of my come, she lifted her head from my lap and climbed between the front seats.

"Oof," Izzy grunted as Eliza landed on top of her. "Oh, gimme that come."

From the mirror, I watched them kiss as Eliza fed her my come. Izzy cooed and whimpered into Eliza's mouth. When they separated, they each turned to look at me in the mirror with wicked little smiles on their faces. They stuck out their tongues to show they had swallowed.

"Thank you for sharing," Izzy said.

"I know how much you love his come." Eliza kissed Izzy's cheek and put her shirt back on. I heard her seatbelt click.

"You love it, too," Izzy said. She stroked Eliza's hair. "I love sharing it with you."

"What got into you?" I asked.

"The rest of this day will probably be hard. I wanted us all to have some fun before that. I wanted to take care of you both."

"I feel taken care of," Izzy said. "Do you, Jimmy?"

"I feel amazing," I said. "There's just one thing missing."

"What's that?" Izzy asked.

"I need some time with you, Izzy," I said. "I feel deprived of Izzy time."

"Oh, you'll get some time with me, baby. Don't you worry."

"I'm hungry. Can we stop for lunch?" Eliza said.

"Sure, we'll stop at the next exit," I said.

"Maybe Jimmy and I can have a quickie in a restroom," Izzy said.

"I'll be the lookout while you have sex," Eliza said. "Where is my underwear?"

"Oh, I have your panties" Izzy said. "I've been holding them for a while."

"Stop smelling them and give them to me."

"They are soaked," Izzy said. "Maybe you should go commando in that little skirt."

"Do you think so?" Eliza asked.

"Yes, you should," I said. I imagined we might have fun in a restaurant with such easy access to her. "But put them on before we get to my dad's place."

Eliza's lips quirked at me as he looked at me in the mirror. "Yes, sir."

#

When we pulled into my dad's driveway, Izzy and Eliza removed their engagement rings and handed them to me. To this point, nearly every family member had noticed those rings before we broke the news. This time, we were going to pace ourselves.

My dad stepped out of the front door of his yellow, single-story colonial and waved at us. He still had a full head of mostly blonde hair. He was not a thin man anymore, but he looked pretty healthy overall.

A black mutt bolted between his legs and charged at our car. This was Bean, my dad's dog. When I stepped onto the driveway, Bean started jumping on me. I knelt down to give him some love. He kept sneezing with excitement.

After given the dog plenty of pets, I stood up. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, son," he said.

When the girls emerged and Dad noticed Eliza, his eyebrows raised. Izzy hurried around the car to take Eliza's hand. They walked side-by-side behind me as I approached my dad. Bean kept pace beside me with his tail whipping against my calf.

"Jimmy, boy. I'm so glad you could stop by on your way to Freeport," Dad said.

I gave him a quick hug and stepped aside. Izzy let go of Eliza's hand and hugged my father. "Hi Mr. Ryan. How are you?"

"I'm fine. More than fine now that you all are here. It's always nice to have such a beautiful woman to keep me company."

Izzy swatted his arm. "Oh, stop!" She blushed.

My father was a bit of a flirt with Izzy. It was harmless. I think he was living vicariously through me. He was happy that I had found someone like her.

Dad turned his gaze to Eliza. "Eliza Bennington. It has been a long time."

"Hi, Mr. Ryan." Eliza reached out for a handshake.

My dad clasped her hand in both of his and held it for a moment. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again. My sense was that you and my son had drifted apart."

"We did," Eliza said.

"But now you're back. I'm glad to see you, young lady."

"I'm glad to see you, too."

"Come inside."

My father had a fresh carafe of coffee ready and a pot of something warming on the stove. It smelled like my father's homemade clam chowder.

Dad filled a bowl of dogfood, which Bean scarfed down instantly. Then the dog down and fell asleep while we sat at the kitchen table and talked. We didn't mention that we had come from visiting my mother. They still didn't get along, and I didn't want to bring up hard feelings today.

"Are you kids hungry? I made a chowder and I must say it's a good one."

"I'd love some chowder, Mr. Ryan," Izzy said.

"Me, too," Eliza said.

Dad filled four bowls with a wooden ladle and brought them to the small kitchen table. I hopped up and grabbed a handful of spoons from a drawer. We all dug in.

"So, Eliza, are you a third wheel with these two on their little getaway? Or are you meeting someone in Freeport? A boyfriend perhaps?"

I winced at the use of "third wheel." It reminded me of the uncertainty over how we would handle the legal aspects of our marriage.

"No boyfriend. I'm just traveling with your son and Isabelle."

"Eliza and I have gotten really close since she and Jimmy reconnected," Izzy said. "I like having her around."

Dad nodded. "I see. Well, I'm glad you get along. Some women might be jealous of the bond these two had in college."

"Izzy doesn't get jealous," I said.

Izzy shrugged. "Yes, I do. But not with Eliza."

We ate and talked for a while. When we finished off the chowder, I decided it was time to talk.

"Dad, there's something I want to tell you," I said.

"Okay." He settled back in his chair and gave me his full attention.

"Izzy and I are engaged."

His eyes widened. "Son, that's great news. "I'm so proud of you!"

I took Izzy's ring out of my pocket and handed it to her. She put it on and held up her hand. Dad smiled as he gazed at it. He puffed his lips out and nodded.

"Good job, son."

"There's more," I said. "Eliza is engaged to us, too." I gave Eliza her ring. She put it on and rested her hands on the table.

Dad stared at the ring at her finger for a few moments with his mouth agape. He shifted his eyes to Izzy's ring. Then he looked at me. "I don't understand."

"We've kept the situation to ourselves because it's hard to explain," I said. "The three of us have been in a romantic relationship for a while."

"And now we have decided to get married," Izzy said.

"You're willing to share my son with her?" Dad asked Izzy.

"Jimmy is sharing me with her, too," Izzy said.

Dad's eyes widened. "Oh! Okay All three of you are together?" He looked at Eliza again. "I guess this explains why you girls were holding hands."

"Isabelle was holding my hand because I was nervous," Eliza said. Her eyes dropped from Dad's face to her lap. She touched her ring with the fingers of her right hand.

"You were nervous to tell me this?" Dad asked.

She nodded. "A lot of people haven't been very understanding of our decision."

"I have to admit I'm not understanding it either. I guess I'm in shock."

"At least you're not storming out of the room," Eliza said. She smiled sadly.

"I always assumed my son would propose to Isabelle eventually. But I remember the connection you had with him, Eliza. From the way he talked about you back then, I thought you might have been the one for him. I guess this makes sense in a way, especially if you two ladies are... well... together."

"We are," Izzy said. "I love her."

"Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Marriage is hard enough between two people. Three will be even harder."

My father had a dim view of marriage in general. His marriage to my mother had been unhappy and ended with a lot of bitterness and resentment. He liked the idea of me marrying someone, but he didn't have much faith in the institution overall.

"We know it's hard," I said. "But we want to be together."

"The three of you are young," he said. "You're in the honeymoon period of your relationship. You probably can't keep your hands off each other."

"Dad!" I groaned.

Eliza blushed. Izzy simply laughed.

"I'm just saying that things get complicated when that early giddiness fades. You need to be ready for that."

"We know relationships are hard work," Eliza said. "We're prepared for that."

Dad nodded and turned to me. "Is this even legal?"

"Domestic partnership for relationships like ours are legal in Cambridge and a few other cities and towns around Boston. We'll buy a house there."

"I guess that's one advantage of there being three of you." Dad laughed. "Three combined salaries can go a long way toward buying a home in those expensive towns. Still, this worries me, son. It's not just the complexity of marriage. People are going to judge you. It could even affect your career if your employer finds out."

"Let us worry about that," I said.

Izzy took my hand and squeezed it. "We'll be okay, Mr. Ryan."

Izzy was struggling. I could see it. Her breath was quick and neck and chest were flushed. When I squeezed her hand in return, she glanced at me and bit her lip.

"I hope so," Dad said. He glanced at Eliza. "If the three of you are in love, I... I can support that. But marriage or domestic... whatever? Just make sure this is right for all of you."

"It is right for us," I said. "This is what we want."

"I'm sorry, son. I want to support your decision. Isabelle, I adore you. Eliza, you're a lovely girl. I hope you find happiness in this. I'm sorry about my reaction. I only want to protect my son."

" We love your son," Izzy said. "You don't have to worry about him."

My dad nodded. "I can tell you all have good intentions. Sometimes good intentions aren't enough to make something work. I hope it is in your case."

#

After we talked things out, my dad grilled some steak for us. Bean got his own cut of meat, which he didn't know what to do with at first. Eventually he tore into it with gusto.

The four of us played some board games, and we tried to avoid the subject of our engagement. The girls went up to the guest room after that. I stayed behind to have some scotch with my dad. Soon, he decided to turn in. He shook my hand.

"I wish you the best, son. You're choosing a hard path."

"Maybe," I said. "But it's worth it."

My dad had one guest room with a queen-sized bed, which was roomier than the double in my old bedroom at Mom's house. Still, it wasn't as spacious as the king in our apartment. I found the girls sitting at the foot of the bed. Eliza wore a tee-shirt and boxers. Izzy wore silky pajama bottoms and tank top. Eliza was brushing Izzy's hair.

"Hey," Izzy said. "That was a lot."

I lay down in the middle of the bed. My head was still spinning. Both my parents thought I was making a mistake. I didn't feel that way, but it hurt knowing that they didn't trust my decisions.

"He doesn't want us to get married," Eliza said.

"He took it kind of like Jimmy's mom," Izzy said. "Kind of depressing that they picked this as something they agree on."

"His concerns are valid," Eliza said. "This is complicated. We are complicated."

"I like complicated," Izzy said. She turned around and cupped Eliza's cheek. "We were complicated from the start, but it's also fantastic."

Eliza covered Izzy's hand with her own and kissed her. "I know, sweetie. But he's also right about the judgment we will face."

"You're feeling the judgment of your parents," I said. "I get it. I feel it, too."

"I'm scared," Eliza said. Her voice was barely a whisper.

I sat up. "What are you scared of?"

Eliza dropped the brush on the bed and turned her body around to face me. "Everyone is against this in one way or another. I feel like it's just going to keep getting worse."

She dropped her forehead onto my shoulder. I rubbed her back to calm her, but I felt anything but calm. Something in Eliza's voice had my heart racing. I breathed in the coconut scent of her shampoo, which usually gave me a peaceful feeling. It didn't work.

"Everyone thinks we're making a mistake," Eliza said. "Moving too fast. Doing something impossible. Maybe we rushed into this."

"No, Elle," Izzy said. "Don't say that."

"We didn't rush into anything," I said. "And we're not making a mistake."

"I love you both so much." Eliza lifted her head off my shoulder and held my head in her hands. "I truly do. But maybe you and Isabelle are better off getting married without me. I'll keep living with you. I'll be with you. But you deserve to be happy. You deserve a wedding that everyone can embrace. You and Isabelle belong together."

Something hot and sharp bloomed in my chest. I studied her face, the tears starting to stream down her cheeks, those brown eyes. She belonged with me and Izzy. No one had a right to break her away from us.

"Eliza, stop this," I said. "Stop doubting how much we love you. How much I love you."

"James. I--"

"No," I said. "I proposed to you because I want to have a life with you and Izzy. I love you much as I love her. And I think you know Izzy feels the same."

"I know. I know you love me," Eliza said.

"Then stop acting like your needs and your feelings are secondary to ours. I know that's not what you want. You deserve to have everything we have. You are going to marry us."

"We got engaged so quickly, James. You and Isabelle had so much time together. It makes sense for to you--"

Izzy's sobs cut Eliza off. She was lying on her side in a fetal position. Her face was bright red as her body shook with her weeping.

"Izzy!" I crawled across the bed and gathered her up in my arms. "Baby, it's okay."

She pushed me away and rolled away. She stood up, sniffed hard, and wiped at her tears. "Elle, are you going to break our engagement?"

"Isabelle, I love you," Eliza said.

"I know you love me, Elle. I'm asking if you're going to break our engagement."

Eliza got to her feet and stepped toward Izzy, who backed away.

"Everything has happened so fast. I'm freaking out," Eliza said.

"You did not rush into this," Izzy said. "You've been in love with Jimmy for years. You just refused to admit it to yourself. What you're really saying is that you rushed into things with me."

"I don't think that's what she meant, Izzy," I said.

"I didn't," Eliza said. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Are you going to break my heart, Elle?" Izzy asked. "Are you going to break Jimmy's?"

"Isabelle," Eliza said. She held out a hand. "Please."

Izzy looked from her to me. Her tears were still flowing. "I took a big risk letting you into our relationship, Elle. Before you came along, Jimmy had my whole heart in his hands. He was all I needed. I knew he had feelings for you. And I could see how you felt about him. It scared the shit of me. But I let it happen, because I could see something in you that I liked." She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I let you have him. I let you love him. And I let myself fall in love with you."

"I'm so grateful for that, Isabelle," Eliza said.

"You think that Jimmy and I will be happy if we get married without you? That ship has sailed, babe. You're a part of this now. There is no wedding with you. Don't you get that? It's not just me and Jimmy anymore. Elle, you have my heart, too. You're holding it in your hands right now."

"I understand," Eliza said.

"So, I'm asking again. Are you going to break my heart?"

Eliza stepped closer to Izzy and hugged her. "No, baby. I would never do that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"We're getting married, Elle. Right?" Izzy asked.

"Yes," Eliza said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry."

"Good," Izzy said. She sniffed hard and blinked away the last of her tears.

I climbed out of the bed and wrapped my arms around both of them. "She's just scared, Izzy. She can't bottle this stuff up. Our families are making this really hard on us."

"I'm scared, too!" Izzy yelled. "I'm so scared. What will my family think of us? My dad is going to freak out."

"I hear you" I said. "I'm going to be right by your side, no matter what they say."

"Me, too," Eliza said.

"I'm scared, but I have faith in us," Izzy said. "I'm not going to give up on us. And neither should you, Elle."

"I won't. I'm just mixed up. Everything has been so hard," Eliza said.

"You run away when things get hard, don't you?" Izzy asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that night at the club?" Izzy asked. "Our first weekend together? You freaked out about what was developing between the three of us. You left us at the club. You went home with a boy you just met. You were going to fuck him so you could forget us."

'I didn't want to forget you. Not at all. And I didn't sleep with him," Eliza said. "I came back to you. Both of you."

"Don't run away again," Izzy said. "Please."

Eliza closed her eyes and nodded. "I understand. I won't."

Izzy backed away from us while shaking her head. "I'm exhausted. I just want to go to sleep."

Izzy crawled into the middle of the bed and pulled the covers over herself. Eliza looked at me with teary eyes. She shook her head back and forth as we came together in a hug. "I feel terrible" Eliza whispered. "I made her cry."

"You didn't mean to," I whispered back. "All this bullshit we're dealing with. It's getting to all of us."

I took her hand and led her to the side of the bed. We shared a soft kiss. Izzy watched us silently as we pulled apart. Eliza stroked my cheek before climbing into bed and lying on her side to face Izzy.

"Come here," Eliza said.

Izzy slid closer and they hugged.

I turned out the light and walked around the bed. When I lay down, I found Izzy gazing at me in the dark. Eliza was stroking her hip gently.

"Jimmy, promise me things will go better with my family," Izzy said.

"I can't, baby. But I promise I'll stand beside you no matter what."

She moved closer, and I stretched out my arm so that she could rest her head on it. She stared into my eyes while I stroked her cheek. Eliza spooned her from behind. I was the last of us to fall asleep. I stayed awake for a very long time, listening to them breathing.

#

Eliza

Hi. This is Eliza. It's my turn to share.

Before I get started on this chapter, I want to explain myself. James has written many words about his journey--our journey actually. And he's done well in portraying me. But I have some things I need to share. I need you to understand me better.

First, when James and I met a few weeks into our first year of college, I was not single. I was still with my high school boyfriend and trying to maintain a long-distance relationship. He was my first love, and I wanted to be with him. But his school was a thousand miles away.

James and I became friends while I was still in that relationship. I knew he was attracted to me, but I also knew he respected me and our friendship.

How did I know this? After a very ugly argument with my boyfriend, I told to James about it. He could have taken my side and tried to drive a wedge between us. Instead, he talked it out with me, looked at the argument from both sides, and helped me realize that both me and boyfriend were partly at fault for the fight.

I trusted him completely after that.

By the time my long-distance relationship collapsed, James was my best friend, and I don't use that term lightly. He was the best friend that I have ever had. You need to understand how important that was to me. He was my rock, and I was his.

Yes, I was attracted to him. And I knew he had a crush on me. But I could not risk our friendship. I needed that friendship more than anything.

So, when James writes that I put him in the "friend zone," please know that I had no choice. I wasn't single when we became friends. Later the idea of adding sex to our friendship was terrifying. How could I sleep with my best friend on a rebound?

I messed it up anyway. Senior year I got drunk at his party. My asshole boyfriend Jean-Francois was all over me as usual, groping me in front of James. He had always had a fantasy of sharing me with another guy, and that night he got his wish. I wasn't interested in the idea, but I got so drunk and horny at that all my inhibitions fell away once it was only the three of us on James' couch. As Jean-Francois groped me, stripped me, and fucked me, I found myself wanting James. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. School was ending. I didn't know what would happen to us. As my boyfriend used me for his own fantasy, I gave James a blowjob and made him come all over me. I indulged, and I didn't think of the consequences until it was too late.

That was the one night I wasn't a good friend to him, and I was ashamed of it. I didn't think about how he would feel the next day. I gave him something that he always wanted, but at the same time it wasn't enough. I broke his heart.

He'll tell you that we both made mistakes that night, but I don't feel that way. It was my mistake, and I own it.

The first time I saw him after that threesome, he asked me to leave Jean-Francois. He told me that he loved me. I was terrified of what would happen to our friendship. When I told him I couldn't give him what he wanted, he cried. I knew then that our friendship was broken. I went home and cried for hours.

I never got over it. I never stopped thinking about him. My rock.

I texted him one night about five years after graduation. "Thinking of you," I wrote.

It took him a few hours to write back. "I think about you, too."

At this point, I was probably more mixed up about him than I had ever been. I needed my best friend back. I had wasted so many years. At the same time, I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. In hindsight, I knew that I had always wanted him. If only the timing had been better.

But he told me about Isabelle, and that devastated me. I shouldn't have been surprised that he was dating someone, but I knew from his texts that she was the one. His true love. I had lost my chance.

I went to visit him anyway, "To hell with this Isabelle," I told myself. "James should be mine."

I showed up in Boston ready to seduce him. I feel terrible about that now. I was such an asshole.

I met Isabelle, and she got under my skin in a very good way. You've probably read about what happened that weekend. I tried to set boundaries, but Isabelle broke them down one by one. I let her because I wanted James, and she gave him to me.

I didn't anticipate that she would give herself to me, too.

Now James and I are finally together, and I have Isabelle to thank. I somehow ended up with him despite the mistakes I made. He's still my dearest friend. But he's also the love of my life. A tiny part of me regrets that I can't have him to myself. Another part of me is ecstatic that I don't, because now I have Isabelle, too.

I can't imagine a life without her. She's a sexy thing, but that's the least of it. She makes me laugh. She makes it easy for me to let go and enjoy myself. She makes me want to take care of her. I am in love her as much as I am with James. God help me. I love them both completely, no matter how crazy it might seem to outsiders. I need them both, and I will do whatever it takes to keep us together, despite the fact that I am terrified by how our families and our friends are reacting to what we are trying to build.

After we left James' father's house, Isabelle was too quiet, and I knew it was my fault. I had made her cry. My doubts about our engagement had broken her heart a little.

I needed to take of her.

We were all stressed out and exhausted. We had shared our news with two of our families, and it hadn't gone well. Now we were driving to our Airbnb in Freeport for a couple days of relaxation. The goal was to unwind and reconnect, but I needed to do more than that. I was going to do everything I could to make Isabelle feel better.

When I pulled my car into the driveway of the Airbnb, I took a deep, calming breath and turned to Isabelle.

The Isabelle I knew would have leapt out of the car and rushed inside our rented house to explore. Today, she remained seated beside me, studying the place quietly.

"Are you going to break my heart" she had asked me last night.

I felt ashamed that she had needed that question. I would rather die than break her heart.

James climbed out of the backseat and opened the rear hatch to retrieve our bags. I joined him. Together we carried them inside. Isabelle soon followed us and a smile flickered briefly across her face as she looked around the living room. It was a cozy little cottage, nothing compared to the lake house in New Hampshire where James had proposed to us. But I liked this little place. It was a perfect fit for the three of us. I knew the main bedroom had a large bed for us. And the beach was walking distance.

"It's nice," Isabelle said. "The bedrooms are upstairs?"

"Have a look," James said. "I'll put the groceries away.

Isabelle climbed the stairs slowly. I followed. She walked into the main bedroom, which smelled like the beach. She wandered over to a window and opened it. "You can see the ocean from here," she said.

I stepped lightly up to Isabelle and hugged her from behind, linking my hands over her belly. "We are going to enjoy ourselves here," I said.

She turned to look at me. "We will." Her smile flickered a little more strongly this time.

"Isabelle, these weeks have been hard."

"I know, baby." She covered my hands with hers and squeezed them.

I tightened my grip on her and thought about how Isabelle was trying for a baby. She wanted me to be a parent to the child, too. I wasn't sure if I was read to be a parent but I wouldn't stop her from being one. I hoped she was pregnant already. She needed some joy right now.

"I don't question my love for you or James," I said.

"I don't question it either," she said.

"I can't lose you."

"You won't," she said.

"Right now I feel like I could, and it wouldn't be my fault or yours or James'. It would be everyone else driving a wedge between us."

Isabelle turned around in my embrace and wrapped me in a hug. I could feel her heartbeat against my breast. "I won't let anyone break us up," she said. She kissed my cheek. "You are mine. Always. And I am yours. And Jimmy.... Well, he's..."

"Lucky?" I chuckled.

"I was going to say that he is our rock. Mine and yours."

I took a shuddering breath. It was like she was in my head. The words started spilling out of my mouth. "He's always been my rock, Isabelle. It's why I reconnected with him. I needed my rock back. It's why I tried to steal him from you."

She smirked. I loved that smirk. She was so much more playful than I was, and that playfulness pushed me out of my comfort zone. Those little pushes were exactly what I wanted.

"Now you have your rock, and you didn't even have to steal him," she said.

"Better than that, I have you, too."

Her green eyes glowed as she stared into mine. "You always say the best thing. Not just the right thing. The best thing. You and Jimmy must have taught that to each other, because he does it all the time."

"I know he does. It's one of the reasons I love him so much." I kissed her, opening my mouth as an invitation. She offered me her tongue, which tasted sweet and sent waves of desire through my body. Her hand cupped my cheek and I melted into it. "We need to decompress and reconnect," I said.

"That was the plan for this place," Isabelle said.

"Well, let's get started."

"Okay," she said.

#

After Isabelle applied enough sunblock to make her as pale as a ghost, the three of us made our way to the mostly empty beach. It was late September, but somehow still warm enough for Isabelle and I to lay out in bikinis.

James was wearing sunglasses, but I could tell his gaze was on us quite often, exploring our bodies. When I invited Isabelle to apply sunscreen to me, he took off his sunglasses and watched as she rubbed the lotion into my ass and between my thighs. When her fingers pressed against my vagina, I gasped. James smiled and lay back on his towel, closing his eyes and sighing with contentment. He didn't even watch as I rolled over for Isabelle and let her rub the lotion into my chest and belly. Her fingers dug into the cups of my bikini top and massaged my nipples.

"Isabelle, there are other people here!" I hissed. I worried that she was going to pull my breasts completely out of my top and expose me to everyone.

She glanced around. "I don't see anyone looking. They're all in their own little worlds." She bent down and pecked my lips. "Anyway, I'm done. You're completely protected from the sun."

Later, we swam in the water, which was much colder than I expected. The cold gave me an excuse to hold them each close, to kiss them and feel them against me.

When a late afternoon breeze picked up and brought a harsh chill to the air, we retreated to the house. Isabelle lay on the couch for a quick nap. James and I went upstairs to shower.

Once the water was hot, he pulled me into the tub and made me face away from him. I smiled with anticipation. When his hands start to massage my scalp, they were cold with shampoo.

"Oh, god," I moaned.

"You love this."

"Had I known how amazing it was to shower with you, I would have taken you to bed on the night we met."

"It's hard to advertise these skills," he said with a laugh. "And I had zero experience with this back then. I started doing this with Izzy about a year ago, after our first night with Christina."

My knees nearly buckled as his fingertips pressed hard into my scalp. "I know, sweetie. She told me everything about that week."

He swatted my bum gently. "You two tell each other everything."

"Of course we do. And you love it. You love how much your two girls get along."

I felt a tugging in my scalp as he rubbed shampoo into my long hair. I was growing it out for them.

"Honestly, I love it when both of you scheme behind my back," he said. "It's adorable."

"We're not scheming. We're simply trying to stay on the same page about things. We collaborate."

"I like when you collaborate on me," he said.

"Oh, I know you do."

He pulled me close, and the water cascaded over my head. He rubbed my scalp again, rinsing the shampoo away. I pitched in by grabbing ropes of my hair and wringing them under the spray.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"It's been a good day so far. Isabelle and I had a nice talk earlier while you were sorting out the kitchen."

"Anything I need to know about that conversation?"

"No. Just that we love you and each other."

"Okay, well, I think I knew that already."

He started rubbing body wash into my back. I spun around and pressed my body against him. "Kiss me."

With a smile, he dipped his head and I met his lips with mine. These kisses were soft and open-mouthed, but he withheld his tongue. When my tongue sought his mouth, he pressed his lips together, denying me access.

I growled with frustration. He was teasing me!

"James. Please!"

"I'm trying to get you clean. Stop distracting me."

"Jimmy!"

His eyes widened. I never used that name with him. He was always my James. Never Jimmy. It was like a code word, using that nickname that everyone else preferred. He knew I needed more.

This time he surrendered and I had my tongue where I wanted it. We kissed for a while, and I wanted more. I wanted to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, to taste him and make him shudder with pleasure.

But I had something in mind for later, and I wanted him to be as passionate as possible when the time was right. Instead, I gripped his cock with my hand. It always made my hand seem so small. I trailed my fingers up and down his length. He sighed, and so did I. I loved how much he enjoyed my touch.

I released his penis and stood up. I grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf. As I lathered his arms, chest, and everywhere else, he smiled. "It's been a good day," he said.

I nodded. "It will be a good night, too."

As I washed my man, I lingered over certain parts of him, which made him smile and sigh and groan. He stared at me hungrily, and I shivered even under the hot water. Every day I wanted this man more and more. From the first night I took him inside me, my passion for him has only grown. He is mine and I will never let him go.

After our shower, my body was buzzing as I dressed in a white, knit cotton midi dress with nothing underneath. I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were fully visible under the thin fabric. I spun and looked at the mirror over my shoulder. My ass was also on display. I wanted to be on display. For them.

I found Isabelle still napping on the couch, and I woke her with a kiss.

"Oh, I had a dream that we were both pregnant and cranky," she said. She pulled me down for another kiss. "We were making Jimmy so miserable. But he loved every second of it."

I laughed and took her hand. "It's time for you to shower. James and I will get started on dinner."

"What time is it?"

"Five."

She kissed me one more time and let me pull her off the couch. She was still in her bikini, which hugged her perfect rear and left most of her lower bum cheeks bare. She looked amazing.

I swatted her ass gently. She yelped and pranced to the stairs. She gave me a sultry look as she scampered up, her breasts bouncing in her bikini top. She was incredibly sexy. Part of me wanted to follow her, but I had told James I would help with the cooking.

In a relationship like this, I had two people who made me extremely horny. It was both exhilarating and exhausting.

#

After dinner, we drank wine on the couch. I sat in the middle, with James' arm around my shoulders and Isabelle stroking my thigh over the fabric of my dress. She had connected her phone to a pair of Bluetooth speakers in the living room and selected a playlist that mixed seventies soul and nineties pop. We talked about little things like work and what we wanted to watch next on Netflix. No one mentioned the recent visits to James' parents.

When my wine glass was empty, I handed it to James. He set it on the end table. Isabelle's hand left my thigh and grasped one of my hands. She guided it to her lap, and stroked the back of it with her thumb. She started singing along with the music.

I looked at James. His eyes were drooping. Was he about to fall asleep? I couldn't let that happen. He met my gaze and smiled.

"James, dance with her," I said.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Izzy, whose eyes were closed as she sang louder. I simply stared at James expectantly until he nodded. He got up and stood before Isabelle. "Hey babe," he said.

Isabelle opened her eyes and saw James holding out a hand. She stopped singing and tilted her head up quizzically.

"Dance with me," James said.

Her face lit up with a smile as he pulled her to her feet. I grabbed Isabelle's phone and unlocked it. We knew each other's codes. I chose a sexy slow song and turned up the volume.

I leaned back into the couch to watch them dance. Isabelle rested her hands on his shoulders, and he rested his on her hips. They shared a smile and moved silently to the music. James took one of her hands and held it to his chest.

With James seven inches taller than Isabelle, she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. When their eyes met, I sighed with contentment. I had seen her gaze into his eyes so many times. The moment I remembered best was my first night with them, after James and I had gone down on each other. Feeling a little guilty that I had enjoyed her man so much, I had told James to have sex with Isabelle. When he entered her, she had come alive in a way I hadn't seen from her in the short time I'd known her. Everything about her burned bright as he fucked her from behind. Then she rolled onto her back and they made love face to face. She stared into his eyes and told him that she loved him. He answered by saying, "You are perfect. Someday, I'm going to make you my wife."

I will never forget those words.

It was surprisingly romantic, given that the three of us had been fooling around so casually. I felt like I was watching something bloom, a new stage of their relationship. The proposal didn't arrive until much later, and when it did, I ended up with a ring on my finger, too. But something had solidified between them in that moment, and I knew they needed to be married. They were perfect for each other.

The look in her eyes in that moment when he told her he wanted to marry her had her stuck with me. I would never get in the way of them. She wanted to be his wife so badly, and she would have that. She deserved it more than I did. That's why I was willing to be a domestic partner to them, rather than a legal wife.

I watched them dance now, and I felt so relieved. Izzy's gaze was rapturous. Eyes wide, lips parted, pupils dilated, breath coming faster and faster. It made me melt. Tension loosened in my shoulders and my breathing deepened. I could see it in my Isabelle's eyes. She was finally feeling better. I knew James could get her there.

After they danced for several songs, I pushed myself off the couch and stepped behind Isabelle. I brushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She smelled like my tea tree body wash, fresh from her shower.

I moved my lips to her ear. "Do you enjoy dancing with him?"

"You know I do," she said.

"I like to watch you together," I said.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "You can watch a lot more than just dancing if you want."

I ran my hands down her ribs, teasing the sides of her breasts. I trailed my fingers to her hips, where I found one of James' hands, and I squeezed it. "I wouldn't be content with only watching."

"I wouldn't expect you to just watch, baby," she said.

The three of us pressed against each other, with Isabelle sandwiched between us. I lifted my arms from her hips and stroked the sides of her breasts. They were smooshed against James's chest. He felt my touch and backed away, allowing me to cup them. Her breasts were so much larger than mine, and I loved their shape, their weight, and the way she gasped and moaned when I touched them. I had slept with a few women in my life, but none of them compared to Isabelle. Her body was perfect. Touching her made something burn inside me.

"Squeeze them," she pleaded.

I ignored her and simply stroked her. Her nipples hardened under my palms.

I leaned over her shoulder to watch her tongue dart in and out of James' mouth. Then I squeezed her tits like she had asked.

"Oh fuck. Elle!" She writhed under my touch and pushed her ass into me.

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Her eyes burned for me, and her lips parted. Her breathing was ragged. I knew that the look on my face was identical to hers. Need, desire, lust.

She kissed me. Her hand cupped my pussy through the thin material of the dress, making me gasp and writhe.

"You are so wet for us," Isabelle said.

"I've wanted you all day," I said.

She smiled sweetly. "You should have said something earlier. You can have me whenever you like."

"You seemed sad," I said.

She bit her bottom lip as she stared into my eyes. "I'm not sad right now."

"James, let's take Isabelle to bed," I said.

Isabelle stripped off her clothes as soon as we entered the bedroom. James let his jeans drop to the floor, but kept his tee-shirt and boxers on. I had only my white dress, and I wasn't ready to remove it.

We moved to the bed, with Isabelle lying on her back naked in the middle. When I lay down beside her, she held out a hand. I took it and brought it to my chest. I pressed her palm to my heart and held it there.

"Your heart is racing," she murmured.

I silenced her with my lips, giving her gentle but needy kisses. Her hand escaped mine and found one of my breasts. I sighed into our kiss as she stroked it gently.

James kissed Isabelle's neck and stroked her breasts. He was gentler than usual. Some men don't know how to be gentle. James could be when the moment called for it.

Isabelle spread her legs wide, an invitation to both of us. I glanced at James, who raised an eyebrow. I shook my head, and he understood. She may want us to speed things along, but I wanted to take my time.

I drifted down to her left breast and took the nipple into my mouth. James took over kissing her. I licked my fingers and pushed James' hand from her other breast. When I squeezed her nipple between my wet fingertips, Isabelle writhed between us.

"Please," she gasped. "Please."

"Please?" I asked.

"Please go down on me," she said before James covered her mouth with his again.

I trailed my tongue down her breast to her stomach and pushed it into her belly button. She giggled and twisted under my touch. I teased up and down her belly with my tongue as I gently stroked her breasts.

"You are driving me crazy," she whispered between kisses. "Elle, you are such a tease."

I moved up her body and took a nipple in my mouth again. She groaned with pleasure and frustration as I bathed the little nub.

Finally, I moved down her body again, licking a path over her belly and through her red landing strip. My tongue brushed the hood of her clit. The little bean was engorged and peeking out. I circled it with my tongue.

"Yes. Please!" she said.

I crawled between her legs and found her outer labia swollen and parted. I glided my tongue through her open pussy to taste the fluids that covered the petals of her inner lips.

"Oh, god, yes!" she said. She pushed James away so that she could watch me.

I maintained eye contact with her as I spread her lips with two fingers and pushed my tongue into her channel. Her juices flowed over my tongue, bitter and salty. I had gone down on several women over the years. I'd usually enjoyed it in the heat of the moment, but it had never been my favorite thing to do in bed. Going down on Isabelle was different. I needed to taste her. I needed to make her squirm. I needed to feel her come on my tongue. Love does that to a person.

I paused and lifted my mouth away from her pussy. "I love you," I said.

Her lips parted as she reached out and placed a gentle hand on my cheek. "I love you," she said.

"Remember what we decided?" I asked.

"About what?" Isabelle said.

"Each time we finish telling one of our families about us, one of us would share a sexy story about our past. Something to take our minds off the stress. To help us escape. To let us lose ourselves in each other."

"Oh, I remember," James said. He kissed Isabelle's cheek and sat up.

"Isabelle told us about her night with Bianca and Sara," I said. That story had driven me wild.

"Do you have a story for us?" Isabelle asked.

"I do," I said. I swiped my tongue across her pussy, and she shivered.

"Tell us," James said. His eyes were on fire as he gazed at me. He stroked Izzy's hair and she sighed.

"Tell us," Isabelle said.

"I'm going to tell you about Kim," I said.

"Your college roommate?" James asked. "She was your first time with a woman, right?"

"She was," I said. "I'm going to tell you exactly how that happened, because it's really a story about me and you, James."

James looked confused. "What does it have to do with me?" he asked. "I didn't even know about it until this year."

"Well, I'm going to tell you." I kissed Isabelle's inner thigh. She arched her back. I flicked my tongue over her clit.

"Oh god. Tell the damn story!" Isabelle said.

"Here goes," I said.

#

I have always loved to dance. I like to lose myself in the music. Nothing felt as perfect as the moment that my body found the rhythm of a song and flowed with it.

In college, my friends and I danced all the time. I especially loved to dance with my best friend.

Yes, I'm talking about you, James. Back then we were only friends.

Perhaps you don't remember this night. For you, it was like so many others. For me, it led to other things. And now I'm going to tell you what made it so memorable.

It was February of our sophomore year. We went to one of the off-campus clubs on a Thursday night. Carlos was there, too. Isabelle, you met him in D. C. Five or six others were with us. We danced as a group for hours, but as the night went on, our group shrank. Carlos left with a girl. The others melted away. It was near midnight and only James and I remained. We danced like we always did. I hung my arms around his shoulders and swung back and forth, smiling at him. He smiled back.

I remember spinning around and pushing my back against him. His hands grabbed my hips and we swayed together. I moved his hands to my belly and held them there as we danced slowly. When I turned my head and rested it against his chest, I felt his heart racing. We were both soaked with sweat.

I felt him get hard against my ass.

I sighed. He was my best friend, but I knew he had feelings. I did, too, as I have explained. But I couldn't let it happen. I couldn't risk ruining our friendship.

But feeling his cock harden against my ass made me so hot. It wasn't the first time this had happened. We danced together a lot back then.

I spun around and pressed by body against him, letting his erection slide against my hip.

The temptation was overwhelming. I thought maybe just once, I could cross the line, just slide my hand between us and grip that cock. Or take his hand and place it on my breast.

I looked up into his eyes, curious to know what he was thinking.

He took my hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles.

"I think we should call it a night, Eliza."

"Oh, okay."

"I need to get some reading done for tomorrow's economics class."

I nodded.

He walked me home.

"How's your sister doing?" he asked. "Is she healing okay?"

Over winter break, Cara broke her hip during our family ski trip to Colorado. James and I talked over the phone at least three time a week during break, so he knew all about the ordeal. I spent a few days sitting with her in the hospital. The poor girl had two surgeries over three days.

"Her rehab is going really well," I said.

"She's a tough kid," James said.

"You think so?"

"I can see it in the way she talks to your dad."

"Yeah, she doesn't put up with his paternalistic bullshit."

James laughed. "Paternalistic bullshit. I just thought of him as an old-school boomer. But I think paternalistic is more accurate."

"I love my dad, but he can be so controlling. He terrorizes my boyfriends. He's even worse with Cara."

"Well, I'm glad she's doing better. I know you were very worried about her," James said.

"How could you tell that I was worried?" I asked. "I don't remember saying anything."

He put an arm around me and pulled me close. I welcomed it because I was shivering from the winter air. Both of us were so sweaty from dancing, and the sweat on my legs felt like ice under my skirt.

"You didn't have to tell me," James said. "I could hear it in your voice as you described what was happening at the hospital. I wish I was there with you, instead of on the other side of the country."

I would never have asked him to fly out to Colorado. "You were there when I called. That's all I needed."

"I know," he said. "And here we are."

We had arrived at my dorm. We smiled at each other. I stepped into a hug and actually lifted one foot up in as I held him. His erection was gone, and I told myself that was a good thing.

"Goodnight James," I said.

"Good night. I'll see you for lunch tomorrow?"

"Of course." We always ate lunch together on Fridays with a couple other friends.

I watched him walk through the quad. His dorm was an eight-minute walk from here. Honestly, he had gone out of his way to walk me home. We had actually passed his dorm on our way to mine. He always insisted on walking me home after a night off-campus. Last year a man followed a classmate from an off-campus bar. He tried to assault her, but some students heard her yelling and intervened. James never said that was the reason he liked to walk me home, but I knew him too well.

Of course, he liked spending time with me, too.

As I walked up the stairs to my third floor room, I remembered the feeling of his erection pressing against me. I started arguing with myself in my head.

Stop thinking about his penis.

I like the way he looks at me sometimes.

He's my best friend. I can't fuck it up.

I should stop dancing with him. It's not fair to him. Or me.

I opened the door to my room and flipped on the lights. Kim wasn't home. I had our double to myself.

Our rectangular room had twin desks flush to the walls on either side of the door with about ten feet between them. Next to the desks were our dressers, followed by our beds. Basically, we had split the room down the middle, eight feet on her side and eight feet on mine with matching furniture lining each wall. Her side had a walk-in closet next to the two windows that looked out onto the quad. Kim and I shared it.

I sighed and pulled my sweaty tank top over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra. My breasts were small and didn't need support, so I skipped wearing a bra quite often. They weren't much to look at in my opinion. My nipples were big, and when they were hard they were impossible to hide. But who cared about small boobs like mine?

Well, my last couple boyfriends did. They loved to suck on my nipples, which were extremely sensitive.

I squeezed my thighs together.

I am so horny.

I hadn't had been in a relationship since Christian, my high school boyfriend. We did the long-distance thing last year, but that crashed and burned after he cheated on me. I'd dated a couple guys last semester, but nothing serious. I had sex with one of them, and he had no experience. I wasn't going to stick around to teach him.

So, it had been at least a year since I'd had good sex.

I stripped off my skirt and my cotton panties, and I grabbed my plush robe from a hook on the door. After I gathered a towel and my little tray of toiletries from the closet, I left for the girls' bathroom, which was three doors down.

As I showered the sweat off my body, I thought about my fun night. All my friends had been laughing and bumping into each other and hugging. And I was so glad that James joined us. He had been reluctant, claiming he had to study. A night out with my friends wasn't the same without him. He made everything more fun. He also made me feel safe.

I ran my soap over my breasts. My nipples hardened, and I decided to linger on them, massaging them with my soapy fingers.

James' penis had felt nice against my ass.

Stop it.

I needed to get control of myself. I was so horny. I'd been horny a lot lately. I needed to start dating again. I needed to have some fun. But it was hard to meet people. Classes kept me very busy, and I really liked spending my free time with my friends.

Maybe some guy would ask me out soon. I needed to put myself out there. I could join a club and meet new people.

I dried myself off in the shower cubicle and put on my robe for the short walk back to my room.

I hung the towel on a hook in on the door to dry and sat at my desk with a hairbrush. As I brushed my long hair, I imagined someone else doing it. I imagined someone rubbing their fingers into my scalp as they ran the brush through my locks. I loved when someone did that.

I imagined someone grabbing me and pulling me into a tight embrace, grinding his hard cock against me, kissing me until I'm breathless.

James' cock was so hard for me.

It was true. Dancing with me had made him hard. That could become a problem. I knew he had feelings for me, but the friendship was my priority. I depended on him so much.

Oh god, but he's so cute.

Stop it!

I wasn't usually like this. I didn't usually get so horny for him. I appreciated that he was a handsome guy, but I never let my mind go in these directions.

But it had been a really long time since I'd been with someone who loved me.

I needed to clear my head, and there was one surefire way to do that.

I put down my hairbrush and moved to my bed. I opened my robe and cupped my breasts. I pinched my nipples, which sent a jolt straight to my pussy. I had been dripping wet since my shower.

If I was going to be honest with myself, I had been dripping wet since my last dance with James. His penis had rubbed against my ass and my hip. I could have shifted and let it rub against my belly. I could have crouched down so that my breasts rubbed it. Then I could have stood up and smiled. I could have kissed him.

I slid a hand down my stomach and between my labia to soak my fingers with my honey. I brought those wet fingers to my lips and savored my tangy, musky flavor. I liked to taste myself when I masturbated.

After I sucked all the juices away, I moved my hand back down my body and pushed a finger deep inside. As I fucked myself, I teased my breasts with my other hand.

"Oh yes," I whispered.

My eyes drifted shut and I tried to imagine someone touching me. I pretended that my hands were his hands. He was faceless at first, but then he was James. Suddenly, my fingers were James' fingers.

Make me come. Please.

This was so wrong. I needed to stop thinking about him like this. James was dating someone right now, some cute blonde who hated me. What was her name? Cassidy. Her name was Cassidy.

She really disliked me. I could hear it in her voice whenever she talked to me.

I added a second finger inside me and picked up the pace. I could feel something coming, a small orgasm. Would it be enough to clear my head.

There was a noise in my room, but it didn't register in my mind. I was too busy playing with myself.

"Eliza?"

I jumped as my eyes shot open. Kim was standing in the middle of our room with a backpack off one shoulder. Her mouth was hanging open.

"Oh my god!" I closed my robe and pulled a blanket over me.

"I'm so sorry," Kim said. She turned her back to me. "I'll leave."

I wanted her to leave. I was so embarrassed. But it was past midnight and this was her room, too.

"It's okay, Kim. Stay. I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously," Kim said. She laughed. "You were really distracted."

She half turned and glanced sidelong at me. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing her glasses, a sign that she had been studying. When she went out, she wore contacts. Tonight she wore a big blue sweater that almost covered her butt, but not quite. She was wearing gray yoga pants, and from this angle I could make out the lovely curve of her lower ass cheek.

Oh god, I am so horny that I'm perving on my roommate.

I had seen her naked a few times, and she had a beautiful body. That body had never tempted me before. I'd kissed and groped a girlfriend in high school a couple times, but I'd never explored more than that with anyone.

"I'm really sorry," I said.

"It's okay. I can go to the lounge and hang out a bit. In case you need to...."

"No, oh god. I'm fine. I'm so embarrassed."

Kim looked at me directly and grinned. "Don't be."

As mortified as I was, I couldn't help laughing. Kim dropped onto her bed and laughed with me. The situation was absurd. By the time we stopped laughing, my embarrassment had faded.

"So, what got you worked up?" Kim asked. She kicked off her winter boots and put them under her bed.

"Nothing really."

"You went dancing with friends tonight." Kim whipped her wool sweater off and folded it.

"Yes." I sat up and rested my back against the wall. I watched Kim put her sweater in her dresser. She peeled offer her tee-shirt and dumped it in her laundry hamper. She was wearing a lacy green bra that made a shelf of her large breasts. Her black leggings were very tight. I looked away and let my gaze drift over the movie posters hanging on her side of the room. Pulp Fiction, with Uma Thurman in that bob haircut. My high school boyfriend claimed I looked like her. I didn't see the resemblance, and she was way curvier than I was.

"Oh my god!" Kim said. "You were dancing with Jimmy Ryan. That's what has you all worked up."

"That's not true at all." I could hear the lack of conviction in my voice and it made my cheeks burn.

Kim turned her back on me and removed her bra. She pulled a fresh tee-shirt out of her top drawer and put it on, but not before I got an eyeful of side-boob. This was nothing new. We changed in front of each other all the time. But tonight it was having an effect on me.

"Oh right, you put him in the friend zone," Kim said.

"I didn't put him anywhere," I said. I stood up and went to my dresser for my pajamas. I put on some comfy blue boxers and a tight black tank. "He's my friend. That's the way it is."

"The two of you..." Kim sat on her bed and shook her head. "There's something there. What happened tonight?"

"I danced with my friends," I said. I sat on my bed directly across the room from her. I noticed that she was wearing only the green lacy panties as bottoms. She usually wore loose pajama pants.

"But what happened?" she asked.

I sighed. I needed to talk about this with someone. It might as well be Kim. "He got hard while we were dancing."

"Jimmy?"

I nodded. "It was toward the end of the night. We were dancing close. I may have rubbed my ass against him and it had an effect."

"You need to just fuck him and get it over with."

My heart thudded in my chest. The idea of sex with James was intriguing. Well, more than intriguing tonight given how turned on I was. But it was also terrifying. If we tried dating and it didn't work, what then? I couldn't risk it. He was my best friend in the world. If that went away, I would be a fucking mess.

"I'm not going to fuck up the best friendship I have for a little sex."

Kim sighed. "Fine."

I could tell she wanted to say more. "What?"

"What if he's only a good friend to you because he's hoping to get more."

My lips flattened against my teeth so hard that it hurt. "Don't say that about him."

She held out her palms as a peace offering. "Hey, I'm not trying to make you angry."

I took a deep breath. James was a genuine person. He didn't manipulate women like that, and I didn't like the idea of someone thinking he could be that way. It made me angry, but I knew Kim meant nothing by it. She knew there was chemistry between me and him, and she was trying to make sense of it.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just... That's not the way he is with me. I know he's attracted to me, but our friendship is about more than that. He's my best friend."

Kim pursed her lips. "That's so stinking sweet. But it doesn't negate the fact that he made you horny tonight."

We both laughed again.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Don't be sorry. It was fine."

"I've never done that in our room before."

"Really?" Kim asked. She cocked her head. "You've never masturbated in our room?"

I shook my head.

"So where do you do it?"

I blushed. "In the shower sometimes. In the library when it's deserted."

"Eliza! The library? I had no idea Ms. Bennington did it there. In public."

"Oh shut up." I threw a pillow at her. It landed in her lap. She tossed it back.

"I do it in our room all the time," she said.

That surprised me, partly because I'd never caught her. Also she had a boyfriend, Mike. I assumed he took care of her needs. Perhaps that was a stupid assumption. I'd dated several guys who didn't take care of my needs at all.

"Well, you've been very discreet," I said. "I've never noticed."

"I do it when you're asleep."

My chest grew hot. She masturbated with me in the room. I took a breath to slow my mind. She was watching me, waiting for a response. Was she embarrassed?

"Well, you must be very quiet," I said.

We changed the subject after that, and we talked for another twenty minutes. It was getting close to two in the morning, so we turned out the light.

I lay there trying to sleep, but I was so horny. And I was still struggling to stop thinking about James' erection pressed against me. I was beginning to think that I would be up all night.

Kim gasped.

My heart skipped a beat. I listened intently, suspecting that Kim was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing.

I heard another sharp intake of breath, followed by a breathy little whisper.

Was she?

Now I heard steady breathing and not the breath of sleep. It was more labored. Soon, the wet, slippery sound of a fingers sliding in and out of a vagina reached my ears.

The image of James' hard penis disappeared from my mind, replaced by images of Kim, her hand on one of her large breasts and her fingers inside herself, her hips rotating.

My hand drifted down my belly and inside my boxers.

I could be quiet.

I parted my wet slit and burrowed a finger inside. I spread my legs as I added a second finger.

Kim's wet sounds changed. Faster, but also more complex. She was using both hands. Probably one on her clit and the other inside herself. I decided to follow her lead.

I imagined us both side by side and copying each other's motions, the same pace and the same movements.

My pussy gushed on my fingers.

"Oh." The sound had forced itself out of my mouth. It was just a whisper. I told myself she didn't hear me.

The sounds across the room stopped.

I held my breath.

"Eliza, I heard you."

I didn't answer. My fingers were still in my soaked pussy.

"I could hear more than your voice," she said. "I know you're fingering yourself."

"Okay, fine. I heard you doing it first."

"Do you need to come?" Kim asked.

What kind of question was that? "Yes?" I sad.

A light clicked on. Kim had a reading light affixed to the wall next to her bed. It was just enough light to read by, but didn't do more than chase the shadows away from around our beds.

Kim had pushed her shirt over her breasts and pulled her panties off so that they hung from one ankle.

"If you need to come, then come." She smiled and started touching herself.

My roommate is masturbating right in front of me!

I lay there frozen with shock as she played with her breasts. Even as she lay on her back, they were prominent on her chest, two little mountains reaching for the ceiling. Her other hand was between her thighs. She rolled onto her side to face me and lifted her top leg. Even in the weak glow of her reading light, I could clearly see her two fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

As I watched, I resumed touching myself, working my clit and driving my fingers inside. I added a third finger, which stretched me nicely.

"Oh, yes," I whispered.

"You look so sexy," Kim said. "Take off your top."

I complied. She stared at my breasts, which surprised me. Why would she find mine interesting when hers were huge and gravity-defying?

"This is so hot," she said.

Her hand became a blur as she fucked herself. I could smell her. She was so wet, and I was, too.

"Squeeze your nipple," she said. "God, your nipples are amazing."

The compliment made my pussy even wetter. I licked my fingers and took a nipple between them. It sent a jolt through my body.

"Oh wow!" My eyes bulged as lightning burned in my veins.

"Are you thinking about Jimmy's hard dick?" she asked.

"No," I said. And it was true. All I could think about was my need to come, and how hot it was for Kim to be watching me try to get there.

I lost track of time. Kim came with a squeal, and her hips shuddered as she pressed her palm into her groin. "Oh god oh god oh god!" She fingered herself for a few more moments before pulling her hand out of her pussy. She lifted it to her lips and licked her wet fingers.

She must have seen me reacting to her licking her juices. "You never taste yourself?" she asked.

I laughed. "All the time."

I gasped as I sped up my own efforts. As horny as I was, I was still not quite there. Even Kim's sexy display wasn't getting me there. She watched me for a couple minutes until she stood up. Her shirt was still bunched up above her breasts. She lifted it over her head and dropped it on her bed before walking the short distance to my bed. She stood there and let her eyes roam up and down my body. She was completely naked. Her body was breathtaking.

"Can I help?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

But I knew exactly what she meant.

With Kim looming over me, my mind froze. I was aware of the sensations of my fingers on my pussy and my tits, but I couldn't form any thoughts. I couldn't say or do anything other than try to satisfy my need to come.

Kim bent over and kissed me.

"Mmph," I grunted into her mouth. She opened her lips and pressed her tongue against me.

My heart was racing. My pussy tightened around my fingers.

Kim's hand squeezed my breast. Her thumb and finger pinched my nipple.

I turned away. "Oh fuck!"

"God, these nipples are amazing. Are they sensitive?"

"Very!" I was writhing under her touch and my own.

She grabbed my chin and turned my face back to hers so that she could kiss me again This time I opened my mouth and let her tongue inside. Her face was so soft against me, her lips puffy and sweet. It drove away all thoughts of James. It was the perfect escape. Oh god, I needed to forget about his dick. I needed to let it go.

"Are you close?" she asked.

"Yes," I gasped.

Kim moved down to my breast and took my nipple in her mouth. She sucked hard.

"Oh yes!"

My orgasm exploded. I pulled my fingers out but kept massaging my clit.

"Kim!"

"What?" Kim asked, letting my nipple drop out of her mouth.

Another orgasm was coming. I needed it.

"Kiss me again," I said.

Her kiss was amazing. I pulled her onto my bed and she lay on top of me. Her massive breasts covered mine. Her hand snaked down my body and pushed my hand away from my pussy. Her fingers were on my clit.

"Oh, wow!" I shivered.

I bit my lip as she dipped her own fingers between my lips. She was fucking me. This was unexplored territory for me. I was having sex with my roommate!

I moaned against her mouth as she brought those dampened fingers to my clit and massaged it in a circular motion.

"Come for me again," she said. "You need it bad."

Her mouth dominated me, her tongue searching out every corner of my mouth like it wanted to find hidden treasure. It sent sparks of pleasure up and down my body. I submitted to her. I let her take me.

She rose up a little and took one of my hands to place it on her breast. It was so large in my hand. I squeezed it, and she gasped into my mouth. Her fingers left my clit and invaded my pussy again.

She broke our kiss and pressed her cheek against mine. "You are so wet, Eliza. Are you close?" she asked

"So close!" I shouted. I worried our neighbors would hear my words. Then I let go.

I groaned as another orgasm started to crest. She worked my wet pussy for a few minutes and then I squeezed her hand so tightly between my thighs that she grunted into my mouth.

When my orgasm subsided, I released her. She giggled and pulled away from our kiss. She stared into my eyes as she licked her fingers, letting me see her taste me.

"You've done this before, I take it?" I asked.

She nodded. "I've dabbled here and there."

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Are you kidding. I tell him the stories and he gets hard for me. He fucks like a machine when I tell him about my past hookups with girls. Boys are so easy."

I laughed.

"What about you?" she asked.

I shrugged. I told her about my limited experience kissing and groping a friend in high school.

"Are you okay with what we did?" she asked.

I thought about it for a moment. I imagined things feeling awkward in the morning, but I had really needed the distraction. And I really needed the orgasms.

"I'm good with it. I guess it was just what I needed."

"It took your mind off Jimmy," she said. "Still, you should get a piece of that before we graduate. I know you want to."

"I thought you didn't like him," I said. "You never talk to him."

She shrugged. "He's your territory. I'm careful not to get in the way."

We both laughed. Kim kissed my cheek and her breasts pushed into my still hard nipples. I felt a twitch somewhere below. Was I still horny?

"Maybe we could do it again if the need arises," Kim said.

I trailed my fingers up and down her back, enjoying the curve that led to her butt. Her body was unbelievable. Maybe I would enjoy exploring it some more.

"Wait, what about Mike?"

Her boyfriend might like the idea of Kim hooking up with girls, but doing it while in a relationship with him? Wasn't that cheating?

"Oh Eliza, he would love hearing about this. He thinks you are so cute."

"Wait, what?"

Kim bit her lip. "I might have teased him once with the idea of having a threesome with you. It drove him wild."

"Oh my god!"

"I joked about letting him hide in our closet while I seduced you. I'd let him watch me make you come. Then, once I have you all horny for me, he comes out and joins us. He loves the idea of fucking me while I eat your pussy."

I looked at the closet door, my heart fluttering.

"Silly girl," she said. "You know he's not there. I would never do that. I'd ask first before I let him hide in there. Then we could both know he's watching while we have our fun. Wouldn't that be hot?"

I smiled and squeezed her hand, which was stroking my belly. I thought about pulling that hand down to my pussy again. I thought about her tongue on my clit. But I was tired.

"Just something to think about." She gave me a peck on the lips and got out of bed.

I ran my tongue over my lips, detecting a trace of my pussy from her kiss. I sighed as I watched Kim get into her bed.

"I'll think about it," I said.

"At the very least, you owe me an orgasm," she said. She flicked off the light.

#

"I can't believe your girl boner for Jimmy drove you into the arms of your roommate," Isabelle said.

"Isabelle!" I swatted her butt, which only made her laugh more. She was lying on her belly next to me, idly licking and kissing James' cock. He was stroking her hair.

I had made her come on my tongue halfway through my story. After kissing her, I told her to turn her attention to James.

"That's exactly what happened," she said. "You discovered your bi side because you couldn't handle how horny you were for Jimmy."

I sighed as I rubbed my hand up and down Isabelle's little bubble butt. "I think Kim would have come onto me eventually," I said. "No matter what. And I knew I liked kissing women long before that."

"So," James said. "Did you have a threesome with her and her boyfriend?"

I pursed my lips and stayed quiet.

Isabelle's eyes bulged and she turned away from James' beautiful dick. "Oh my god. You did? Did you do the thing where he watched from the closet? Did Kim let him fuck you?"

"I'll save that story for another night," I said. "Right now, it's time for James to make love to you."

"I want him to fuck me," she said.

"No." I rolled her onto her back and kissed her. "He's going to make love to you and give you a long, slow orgasm that builds and builds. Maybe he'll put a baby in you. After that, I'll be the one to fuck you." I got out of bed and went to my bag to pull out a dildo.

"That's mine!" Isabelle said.

"This is the one you used to fuck me while I gave James a blow job"

"That was the first night the three of us were together," James said. He sat up and scratched his hip. "That was the first time Izzy made you come."

I walked over to the bed. "Yes, and that was the night I became yours." I kissed him. "And yours." I kissed Isabelle. "I didn't realize it at the time, but after that night, there was no going back. I was already falling for both of you. I love you both so much. I'd do anything to make you happy. And right now, I think Isabelle will discover that slow, loving sex with her fiancé will make her very happy."

Isabelle grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto the bed. She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me, showering me with kisses. "Okay, Elle. We'll do it your way."

We kissed for a while, leaving poor James as a spectator. He probably didn't mind. Eventually she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. James moved in and took over kissing her. Isabelle clutched him in a one-handed hug. Her other arm squirmed under me so that she could hold me and pull me close.

"I want you right here with me," she said.

I kissed her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere," I said.

"If this is the night I get her pregnant, I'm glad you're with us," James said.

I liked that idea, being close to them during the conception. We were a family now. I would be a mother to any baby that Isabelle had, at least in our hearts. Legally speaking, it would be murky. But I didn't let my mind dwell on that.

Instead, my mind wandered to thoughts of having my own baby and raising it with James and Isabelle.

I'm not ready yet.

When James entered her, Isabelle gasped and lifted her legs. She locked her feet together against James' butt. "Oh, yes," she said. She grabbed his face and stared into his eyes. "Jimmy, you feel so fucking good."

"You feel amazing," James said.

"Do what Elle said. Go slow."

He nodded as he eased himself deeper.

I kissed her cheek. "Now let's see what he can do for you tonight."

James smiled at me. "I'm going to want some time with you, too, Elle."

I pushed myself up on an elbow to kiss him. "Tonight you belong to Isabelle."

"You're not letting me have you, too?" he asked.

"You'll have me as much as you want tomorrow. I would never deny you anything."

Isabelle snickered below us. "You used to deny him quite a bit back in the day," she said.

"Oh shush," I said.

"She's right," James said. He withdrew slowly from Isabelle. She gasped and urged him back inside with her feet, pulling him deep. "You definitely denied me for a too long. If I had known how horny I made you that night, I would have made a move. I would have insisted on walking you to your room. I would have followed you inside and kissed you until you couldn't deny it anymore... how much you wanted me all that time."

My heart fluttered at those words. Part of me wished that it happened exactly that way. I would have given my body to him that night. I would have come so hard on his cock. I would have fallen in love with him that semester. Maybe we would have been together all these years, rather than being estranged for half a decade. Maybe I would be married to him already. Maybe I would have given him children by now.

But I could never wish for that now. If all that happened, we wouldn't have Isabelle.

She gasped as he withdrew from her and thrust into her again. He was going slow. Being gentle. Doing as I asked. And she was loving it. She stared happily and hungrily into his eyes as he eased in and out of her. She was with the man she loved. The man I loved. That gaze. That loving gaze she had for him. So perfect. I couldn't imagine a life that didn't involve both of them. Not anymore.

I sat up on my knees and kissed his cheek as he continued to make love to Isabelle. "James, we could have gotten together that night. And it would have been amazing. I would have fallen in love with you that semester," I said. "But that's not how it worked out."

"So many wasted years," he said. He glanced at me briefly before lowering himself to kiss Isabelle.

She clawed at his back and whimpered into the kiss. She was on fire for him, and it filled my heart. "Oh god, go deeper, baby," she said.

"Those years weren't wasted," I said. I lay down beside Isabelle and stroked her hair. "Not wasted at all."

James lifted his face away from hers and looked at me. "What makes you say we didn't waste those years, Elle? I feel like we did."

Isabelle pushed her head against my stroking fingers and looked up at me, waiting to hear what I would say.

"Our time apart allowed you to find Isabelle," I said. "I wouldn't trade her for anything. Both of you were worth the wait."

Isabelle sobbed, her eyes wet with tears. "I love you so fucking much, Elle."

"I love you, too, baby. Now enjoy yourself with our man."