Love Times 2 - Pt 11

Love Times 2

Part 11 of 15

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In this chapter, Kurt gives his blessing for Yvonne to explore her feelings for a new friend, Regina. The relationship becomes an important part of our 15-part series, "Love Times 2."

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Our relationship seemed to grow stronger over the next several months, and I became less insecure about our future. Each semester passed slowly. It was difficult when we were apart, but we always enjoyed our regular reunions. Yvonne continued doing well in school, and we continued finding creative things to do when the college's academic calendar allowed it.

But then Regina came along. Suddenly, I worried that someone might take Yvonne away from me.

"I need to tell you something," she said one Friday evening. I'd met her at the hotel only an hour earlier, and we'd jumped into bed moments after I got there. After a frenzied session of hot sex, Yvonne got out of bed and fetched her laptop from her backpack.

"Before I show you this, you need to know that you don't have anything to worry about. Nothing happened," she said.

Nothing happened? Usually, you hear those words right after something happened. I wanted to freak out, but I managed to keep my expression calm.

"I asked a girl in my dorm to help me with a homework assignment," Yvonne said. "The professor asked the class to create a portrait that's intended to reveal some quality of the subject's personality. I have a friend who has a reputation as something of a sexual adventurer, so I decided to take an erotic picture. God knows, I've got plenty of experience doing those with you."

She showed me a series of photos she had taken of a cute little coed with short spiky hair, tattoos, and multiple piercings. She wore a lot of punk-style makeup that reminded me of Cyndi.

"This is Reg," Yvonne said. "Her name is Regina, but she calls herself Reg. As you can see, she isn't very shy. Several of the images look nice. I'm sure I'll be able to turn in a good one for the class."

"Yeah, I agree," I said. "These pictures look great. If I were your professor, I'd give you an A." I got the feeling Yvonne was stalling. Nothing she'd said so far sounded like anything I "needed" to hear.

"Yeah, I think so too," Yvonne said. "But something unexpected happened afterward. When I finished taking the pictures, I told Reg I appreciated her help, and that I'd thank her by sending copies of the image files. She seemed very happy with the way the shoot had gone, and she said she'd rather I thank her in a different way. Without any warning, she walked up to me and gave me a kiss. And I'm not talking about a little kiss on the cheek. I'm talking about a hot, passionate, soulful kiss. The kind of kiss I get from you. Plus, she was still naked."

Oh boy.

"I want you to know I stopped her immediately," Yvonne said. "I told her that I'm in a relationship, and that I wasn't free to mess around with her. Reg said she wasn't interested in ruining my relationship; she just wanted to take me back to her apartment and have some fun for a few hours."

I'd been worried about boys hitting on Yvonne. It hadn't occurred to me that I needed to be concerned about women. Obviously, I'm a bit clueless in the gender department. That's probably another sign of my advanced age. @#$!

"I wanted to tell you because I think I might have acted in a way that encouraged Reg to make a pass at me," Yvonne said. "As we were taking the pictures, I made a lot of comments about how beautiful she is. How sexy. In retrospect, I should have known she'd react the way she did. I'm sorry, Kurt. I never intended to do anything that might hurt our relationship. I promise I will never put myself in a situation where Reg might do that again."

Hmmmm. After hearing the whole story, I decided that there was probably more to the story than Yvonne was saying.

"Relax, Yvonne," I said. "I would never feel bad about the fact that somebody made a pass at you. And it sounds as though you shut it down." Yvonne nodded, but she didn't seem happy about what I'd said.

"Yvonne... are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed being kissed by a girl?"

"... yes... I'm sorry," she said.

"Oh. I see," I replied. Yvonne looked guilty. That needed to change.

"Baby, I don't EVER want you to feel guilty about having a sexual response to ANYTHING! I believe I've expressed that idea before. I don't EVER want the fact that we love each other to make you feel you aren't allowed to have normal reactions to normal situations," I said.

"This doesn't feel like a normal situation," she replied.

"It does to me," I said. "You're a beautiful, sexy young woman. You experienced an erotic moment. You reacted normally. Your friend Reg was perceptive enough to see that you were aroused.

"She taught you something about yourself. Lots of women find other women attractive. Just because we are in a relationship doesn't mean you have to lock your feelings in some kind of cage."

"I find it very confusing that I can get turned on by a girl when I'm in the middle of a passionate relationship with you," Yvonne said. "Baby, I am completely committed to you. I want to be with you forever. It doesn't seem right that some random girl I know from school could turn me on this much. That part of me belongs to you."

We talked about it. I told Yvonne that I thought her feelings about Reg were not different from her feelings about exhibitionism. She'd accepted the idea that there was nothing wrong with her desire to show off her body, whether by wearing a sexy dress in public, participating in a wet T-shirt contest, or performing in a strip club. I could tell that she was glad she'd told me about Reg. We didn't talk about it again for the rest of the weekend.

But I thought about it after I got home. I couldn't forget that while Yvonne was away at school, feeling guilty about being attracted to someone else, I was back home having hot sex with Cyndi and Taylor. I was sincerely convinced that those women didn't pose a threat to my relationship with Yvonne. Wasn't it possible that Yvonne could have an erotic relationship with Reg and still remain committed to me? There was always a danger that she'd decide she preferred women in general, and Reg in particular. There was no way to know unless she tried it.

I finally decided we needed to talk about it.

"Baby, I've been thinking. About you and Reg. I want to tell you some things," I said during our next video chat.

"I want us to be together forever. I think about that all the time. I can barely stand waiting for you to graduate so we never have to be apart again. But when you told me about Reg, I began to think about what our life will be like.

"I've been wondering if it's reasonable to expect a sexy young woman like you to be with just one person for your whole life. I've been wondering what might happen in ten years, when you get together with your girlfriends and start talking about the love affairs they had before marriage. All your girlfriends will have stories about romantic adventures they had in college, and you'll have to say you've only been with one man."

"I don't like where this is going!" Yvonne said. "Kurt, I do NOT want to be with anyone else! I LIKE the idea of being with only one man! Are you breaking up with me!?!?!?"

"No. Absolutely not! I couldn't live without you, Yvonne," I said. "Just hear me out.

"The idea of you being with another man makes me sick, baby. But I don't feel threatened by Reg," I said.

"That makes no sense, Kurt," Yvonne said. "There's no difference."

"Yeah. I get that. But it feels different. To me, anyway. There is one difference. Until Reg made a pass, you didn't know you were capable of feeling attracted to a woman. That's something you need to figure out now, before you settle into a lifetime of boring sex with me."

Yvonne laughed. "Are you the same man who made me howl like a wolf last weekend? The same man who made me cum so many times I was walking with a limp afterward? What part of that was 'boring' to you, Kurt?"

"Ok, you make a good point. For the record, I've never had more exciting sex than the sex I have with you. But what I'm saying is that part of the reason I know I want to be with you forever is that I've been with other women. I know that none of them made me feel the way I feel with you. But you don't have that experience, and I'm pretty sure that's not good."

"Where is this going, Kurt?" Yvonne asked.

"I want you to know that I think you should explore the feelings that Reg stirred up in you. I see this as being like your discovery that you enjoy exhibitionism. Putting your body on display is part of your nature, and I NEVER want you to deny your nature. I think you should let Reg know you'd like to make out with her, and see what happens. Maybe you won't like it. Maybe you will like it. But I don't believe it will make you want to end our relationship."

"Yeah? What if I like it so much I decide I want to be Reg's bitch? Is that what you want?" Yvonne asked.

"I have a hard time imagining a woman like you turning into a full-time lesbian," I said. "But I am convinced that you need to know exactly how much attraction you have to other women."

Yvonne looked unhappy. We had this conversation on a video call, and I began thinking I should have waited until we were together in person.

"I don't mean to upset you, baby," I said. "I get the impression that you can't stop thinking about what happened with Reg. Am I right about that?"

There was a long pause. "You aren't wrong," she said.

"Maybe we've talked about this long enough," I said. "Let's table this conversation for a while. At this point, I'd like you to know that it's fine with me if you approach Reg and see if she'd like to get together. Give it some thought. I'll support whatever decision you make."

"Kurt, this feels like one of those ideas that makes perfect sense logically, but is fraught with danger emotionally," Yvonne said. "There's only room for one person in my heart. I can't imagine having sex with someone I don't love."

"Lots of things seem impossible until you do them," I replied. "We never talk about this, but I'm sure you know I've had sex with other women in the past. I liked all of them. You're the only one I've ever loved. Love and sex are not the same thing."

We didn't discuss it again until our next visit. Yvonne had a concerned expression on her face when I arrived at the hotel. Usually she greets me in sexy lingerie; this time she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. I'm not an idiot. I knew something had happened.

"Do you want to talk about anything, baby?" I asked.

"Of course I do," Yvonne said. "I gave some thought to what you said. I talked about it with Reg, and she took me to her apartment. We had sex, Kurt. I felt very funny about it, but I did it anyway. I ended up spending the night at her place."

Ka-boom.

"What did you think of it?" I asked.

"Well... I enjoyed it. More than I expected," Yvonne said. "She was very sweet. Reg knew it was the first time I was with a girl, and she said she thought that she was taking my virginity. It felt that way. It felt like I was an innocent girl being seduced by an experienced woman. I want you to know that it wasn't anything like the way you make me feel. I love you, Kurt. I can't imagine ever feeling that way about Reg. I like her. She makes me feel good. But it's not the same."

"Now you know," I said.

"Yeah. Now I know," Yvonne replied. "Kurt, there's one more thing."

Uh oh. "What?" I asked.

"I spent the night with her twice," Yvonne said. "I enjoyed it so much the first time that I did it again. It's partly because I get so lonely here. Spending the night beside somebody helps. I wish I could spend the night beside you, but you aren't around very much. Reg is here all the time."

"This all sounds pretty normal," I replied.

"If you say so," Yvonne said. "None of it feels normal to me."

Yvonne was quiet for a long moment. I didn't say anything because I wanted to make sure she'd said everything she wanted me to hear. She finally looked me in the eyes and spoke.

"Kurt, I want you to take me to bed now," she said. "I need you beside me. Inside me. I need to be with the love of my life. Let's stop talking. Just show me you love me."

I undressed Yvonne slowly, then removed my clothes. We got between the sheets and began kissing. It was tender. Gentle. Slow. Usually, when we reunite after a separation, our first intimacy is rushed. Frenzied. It wasn't like that this time. We progressed gradually, with me giving her lots of foreplay before I got between her legs and eased my cock inside.

Yvonne climaxed quickly, but she wanted to continue. I held her close as I tried to make her cum again. Her second orgasm was stronger than the first, but it didn't satisfy her hunger. I sensed that her third climax would be much more powerful, so I began going a little faster and deeper as she approached the edge. Yvonne cried out when it happened, and soon I felt her contractions milking my cock. My climax began before hers ended, and Yvonne seemed to like it when she felt my cock fill her pussy with warmth and wetness.

"Ohhhhhh... baby... I missed you," she whispered when it was over. "I wish we were always together."

"We will be. Someday," I replied, kissing her gently.

We didn't talk about Reg for the rest of the weekend. Dad always encouraged me to avoid asking women too many questions about sensitive subjects. "They'll decide what they want you to know," Dad told me. It wasn't easy keeping my mouth shut, because I was very curious. And nervous. Very nervous. A few days before my next visit, Yvonne mentioned it again during one of our video calls.

"I think I should tell you something," Yvonne said. "I've been seeing Reg. Getting to know more about her. I've spent a couple more nights at her apartment."

I was dying to know more, but I summoned up all my determination and kept quiet. This was one of those things Yvonne needed to tell me without prompting.

"She said something unexpected," Yvonne said. "I asked Reg if she'd always been a lesbian, and she said she considers herself to be heterosexual, but fluid. She said that the times she's been with guys have been frustrating both sexually and emotionally. She's decided to stick with women because she can't find a guy who is mature enough to keep from driving her crazy."

I wanted to ask about a million questions, but I kept my mouth shut, waiting for Yvonne to continue. She finally said, "Kurt, I like Reg. I don't love her. My feelings for you are completely different. But Reg and I have a kind of intimacy I enjoy. It isn't nearly as powerful as the feelings I have for you, but it's nice."

It was clear that she'd said all she wanted to say. "I'm glad you decided to pursue this," I said finally. "It sounds as though you've learned something important about yourself, and it sounds as though none of it threatens our relationship at all."

"I'm so glad you said that!" Yvonne said. "I've been worried that you won't want to be with me because I had sex with someone else."

I considered mentioning that I've been having sex with Taylor and Cyndi for months, but that seemed like Too Much Information right then.

"When I was younger, I didn't realize that there is a difference between sex and love," I said. "And I imagined that it was impossible to love more than one person at a time. As I get older, my feelings are changing. I used to read about people with open marriages and polyamorous relationships, and it sounded crazy to me. These days, I wonder if those folks know more than I do about love.

"Yvonne, please don't feel guilty. You've learned that you can be aroused by women. You've learned that Reg is a nice person. I'm happy for you. And I don't feel threatened by any of this."

"You never stop surprising me, Kurt," she said.

Nothing much changed over the next few months. Yvonne kept me posted about the progress of her relationship with Reg, who became Yvonne's friend with benefits. Yvonne told Reg all about me, and Reg said she was jealous. Yvonne described me in glowing terms, apparently, and Reg said she wished she could find a guy like me. Yvonne recommended that Reg try dating older men.

Older men. I'd never thought of myself as an "older man" until I met Yvonne. It didn't matter how much I pumped iron, wore designer clothes, or dyed my hair. Nothing changed the fact that I was an "older man" in Yvonne's eyes. At this point, Yvonne was 20, and I was 36. The age difference never stopped making me feel insecure about our future.

"One of these days I want to introduce you to Reg," Yvonne said. "I think you'd like her."

That sounded like something I'd enjoy about as much as a colonoscopy. "Sure. We can do that," I said, hoping we never, ever did it. Fortunately, the semester ended before it could be arranged, and I began to imagine it would never happen.

During the break, Yvonne had video chats with Reg a couple of times a week. One day, she asked if I'd join her during one of those chats. "Reg wants to meet you," she said. "Would that be alright sometime?"

"Of course," I said, figuring I couldn't duck Reg forever. The only thing we had in common was that we were both intimate with the same woman. That did not seem like a good basis for a friendship. The next day, Yvonne set up the call on one of the big computers at work. On our big monitor, Reg was almost life-size.

"Reg, this is my boyfriend, Kurt," she said. I'd seen the erotic photographs Yvonne took of Reg. She looked a lot less sultry on the video chat. Reg had jet-black hair, dark skin, and Hispanic features. I'd use the word "cute" to describe her. It was obvious why Yvonne asked her to model.

"How are you, man?" Reg asked me.

"I'm fine, Reg. How are you?" I replied.

"Lonely. Very lonely. I miss my girl."

My girl. Was that supposed to mean something? Was Reg implying that Yvonne belonged to her, not me? I decided to let the comment pass.

"I can sympathize," I said. "I hate being separated from Yvonne."

"She has good things to say about you, man," Reg said.

"Back at you," I said.

We talked for a few minutes. Reg was one of those art majors who enjoyed the subject, but had no idea how she'd ever make a living as an artist. She explained that she especially enjoyed doing video assignments, but she wasn't very interested in doing the kind of video work that employers wanted.

"I don't want to produce commercials for dog food, man," she said.

"I was lucky," I said. "My Dad started this studio before I was born, and I began working for him back in junior high. I always knew where I could find a job."

"And I was lucky to meet Kurt," Yvonne said. "I love working for his studio."

After a few more minutes, Yvonne wrapped up the conversation. "I hope I can arrange for the three of us to get together sometime after the semester starts," she said.

"That would be great," I said, even though I didn't want to become closer to Yvonne's fuckbuddy. The longer that relationship continued, the more threatened I felt. Still, I knew I had to keep those fears to myself. If I acted insecure or jealous, Yvonne would not like it. If she wanted me to meet Reg in person, I would force myself to do it.

Yvonne arranged a meeting shortly after the next semester began. She said she wanted all three of us to go to that fancy restaurant Yvonne and I had visited in the past. "Reg doesn't get many chances to go to a place that nice," she said. When I showed up, both women were wearing dresses I'd purchased for Yvonne. Reg was a bit shorter than Yvonne. She weighed less, had smaller breasts and hips, and shorter legs.

Although the dress was a bit loose on her, she looked hot. Both women had dolled themselves up for the evening, and I enjoyed being accompanied by two babes. The in-person meeting went better than the video chat. Our conversation was a little tense at first, but we all relaxed by the time we were halfway through our first cocktail. Reg was smart and funny, and I came away with an appreciation for why Yvonne was still seeing her.

The only awkward moment for me came at the end of the evening, when Yvonne kissed Reg goodnight. It wasn't a friendly little kiss. It was a big, hot, smoldering kiss, with lots of tongue and a long, passionate hug. I could tell that the only thing keeping them from heading inside and getting busy was my presence. It was a bit odd seeing direct evidence of the fact that my Yvonne was having sex with another person.

Still, I felt the evening was a success. Yvonne told me later that Reg liked me. I said I liked her. I didn't mention that I thought Reg was very sexy. It seemed to me that the three of us were on the best terms I could expect. I was glad I'd avoided saying or doing anything stupid.

At this point, you must be wondering why I'm telling you so much about my girlfriend's girlfriend. You're probably thinking this is a distraction from the main story, which involves me and Yvonne. That's what I thought. Things changed about a month later, when I came to visit Yvonne on my birthday. I didn't mention it was my birthday, and I thought Yvonne had forgotten it. I didn't learn the truth until I knocked on the door of our hotel room. She opened the door, wearing some of the sexy lingerie I'd purchased for her.

"I've got a birthday present for you," she said as I came inside.

"I can hardly wait to unwrap it," I said, assuming that she was my present.

I was half right. When I got into the room, I saw Reg sprawled on the bed. She was also wearing some of the lingerie I'd purchased for Yvonne. "Happy birthday, man," Reg said. "I hope you like your present."

It took a few seconds for me to speak. "... I like it so far," I said.

Both ladies got to work removing my clothes. I didn't have a lot of experience with threesomes. I had a couple when I was in college, and they didn't go very well. They came after nights of heavy drinking, and I had a hard time figuring out how to have sex with two ladies at the same time. Once, another guy and I had sex with a girl, and it consisted of me fucking her pussy while the other guy fucked her face. We then switched places. The girl enjoyed herself a lot more than I did.

What I didn't know was that Yvonne and Reg had talked about it in advance, and they'd come up with a plan that focused on the two of them working together to give me pleasure. An erotic birthday gift. They stretched me out on the bed so Yvonne could suck my cock while Reg straddled my chest. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, then leaned forward so I could suck on her nipples.

As I ran my hands over Reg's body and enjoyed how it felt for Yvonne to give me a blowjob, I felt wonderfully happy. "Thank you for this," I said to Reg. "I appreciate your generosity."

Reg smiled. "I'm going to give you lots of opportunities to express your appreciation," she said. "I haven't been with a guy in more than a year. I'll bet I enjoy this more than you."

"I'll bet you're wrong," I said. That made Reg laugh. "I guess we'll see, man," she replied.

Reg leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the lips. It wasn't the kind of kiss I wanted. I was tempted to grab Reg, pull her to me, and give her the kind of soulful, passionate kiss I usually shared with Yvonne. But she wasn't my girlfriend, and I wasn't sure whether that kind of kiss would be welcome.

Instead, I let my hands roam over her back, her bottom, her thighs, and even her face. She took one of my hands and guided it down to her pussy, encouraging me to massage her clit. Reg closed her eyes and moaned when she felt my thumb rub her where she wanted to be rubbed. "Oh... wow... happy birthday, man," she said, smiling.

It was about then that Yvonne pulled away from my cock. I was harder than oak, and if she'd continued, I would have cum down her throat. That was not part of the plan, apparently. "He's ready for you, Reg," Yvonne said. Reg lifted herself off my body, then moved lower so she could straddle my cock. Yvonne took my shaft in hand and guided the tip into Reg's pussy. Although I hadn't given her a lot of foreplay, she was so wet that the head quickly disappeared into her inner folds.

That's when things got slower. Reg was tight. Very, very tight. Maybe it's because she hadn't had sex with a man for so long. Maybe it's because she's so petite. For whatever reason, she had to work to get my dick inside her. I watched as she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and moved her body up and down, going slightly deeper with every thrust.

She let out a loud moan when she finally made it. "Ohhhhhh... yes... yes... God, yes!" she said. "Kurt! Kurt! You feel so good, Kurt!"

Glad to hear it.

Yvonne had a huge smile on her face as she leaned down and gave me a big, hot kiss. Reg was moving faster and faster. She was still very tight, but she was so wet that my cock moved in and out freely. Yvonne turned around, put her face down near the spot where my cock and Reg's pussy met, and she began licking and sucking Reg's clit.

Reg's eyes widened the second she felt Yvonne's lips and tongue. She began having the kind of climax you can detect with earthquake monitors. Reg wailed joyfully as waves of pleasure spread through her body. Her tight pussy got even tighter as it began to throb and contract. I've always loved watching women have orgasms, and it was thrilling seeing it for the first time with Reg. Her ab muscles began moving the way they do with belly dancers. Her head, neck, and shoulders shook violently as the climax tore through her.

This was turning into a great birthday.

Reg's climax seemed to last forever, but she eventually began to calm down. I was getting very close to having an orgasm when she moved off my body and lay down beside me. I was glad that I hadn't cum. I was having so much fun that I wasn't ready for our threesome to end. My cock needed to take a break, so I relaxed on my back and took a few deep breaths before deciding what to do next.

Yvonne was stretched out beside me, smiling wickedly. "Are you enjoying your present?" she asked.

"Best. Birthday. Ever," I replied.

That made her laugh. "But you haven't cum yet," she said. "Don't you need to cum?"

"There's no hurry," I said. "I'll bet you'd enjoy a little more cock therapy, wouldn't you?"

"Definitely," Yvonne said, running her hand up and down my wet, throbbing cock. I waited for a long moment, making sure I gave myself plenty of time to calm down. When I was sure I was ready, I climbed on top of Yvonne's body and slid inside her pussy.

I noticed that Reg was watching us. She looked happy. Satisfied. "Kiss Yvonne," I said. Her smile got a little bigger as she leaned over and gave Yvonne a sweet kiss.

"Not like that," I said. "Give her a real kiss. A big girl kiss." Maybe Reg enjoyed being given direction. She pressed in closer and seemed to enjoy giving Yvonne a big, soulful smooch with lots of tongue. I moved in and out slowly. Lovingly. Yvonne began to moan, aroused by the attention from two lovers at the same time.

The kiss went on, and on, and on. It was thrilling to watch. Seeing two beautiful women in an erotic embrace was exciting in a way I'd never experienced. I'd been too drunk to appreciate the threesomes I had in college. It was much more enjoyable doing it sober. Yvonne put her hand on the back of Reg's head and pulled her closer as the kiss continued. Reg began squeezing Yvonne's breasts, making the hot experience even hotter.

It was like watching a porn video while having sex. Yvonne thrust her hips up and down, matching my motions. I felt the muscles in her pussy squeeze my cock; I don't know if she did it deliberately, or if it just happened because she was so excited.

Reg finally pulled away from Yvonne, and the two women smiled lovingly at each other. "Kiss Kurt," Yvonne said to Reg. "Go ahead. Kiss him."

Reg raised up on one elbow, put her hand behind my head, and pulled me in for a hot, passionate kiss. I'm not the first person to observe that kisses are sometimes more intimate than straight sex, but that's what I was feeling at that moment. It made me feel closer to Reg. I briefly felt the urge to say "I love you," but I know that would have been the wrong thing to tell her. The emotion I felt was lust, not love. My outpouring of warm feelings stemmed from the extraordinary intimacy of the moment.

Yvonne began moving faster, and I could tell an orgasm was growing inside her. Reg must have felt it too. "Cum for me, baby," Reg whispered. "I want you to cum." My cock was so excited that I knew I'd have a climax soon. I hoped Yvonne and I would come together.

It was pretty close. I began to cum first, and Yvonne had a powerful reaction when she felt my cock throb as I filled her with warm wetness. Her climax began just as mine ended."Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!" she cried.

"That's it, baby. Let it out," Reg said, kissing Yvonne's neck as her orgasm faded. It lasted a long time, with Yvonne having spasms of tremors as her climax faded. "Ohhhhhh..." she moaned as the seconds passed. Reg gave her a hug when it was over.

"Wow. I wish I could make her do that," Reg said, looking at me. At first, the comment baffled me. Much later, Yvonne told me that when she and Reg have sex, it is very satisfying and intimate, but less intense. "I'm sure other people have other experiences," Yvonne said. "But both of us have the strongest climaxes with a cock. Do you remember, during that first threesome, when I began eating Reg's pussy while she was riding your dick? She told me later that we gave her the strongest orgasm of her life."

I did remember. Perhaps my fragile male ego is at work here, but I feel a lot of pride when I realize that I helped make Reg cum harder than all the girls she's ever taken to bed. I've always assumed that women are better than me when it comes to cunnilingus. It only makes sense that a woman would have a better understanding of what feels best. But I like knowing that my cock gives women something special - something they can't get from each other.

In retrospect, I think it's one reason that Yvonne, Reg, and I got along so well in the weeks and months after that first threesome.

I remember relaxing in bed afterward, stunned at what had happened. At first, I reveled in the feelings of sensuality. Having sex with two wonderful women was an experience that was just as glorious as you could imagine. It was deeply satisfying physically, but it was even more gratifying emotionally. I was awed by the generosity both women extended to me. It was flattering, but it was more than that. There was never a moment of awkwardness or reluctance during our time in bed. I felt as though I hadn't done enough to earn so much caring respect from them - especially Reg.

That's what I was thinking when they began getting out of bed.

"Wow," Yvonne said, sitting up. "I feel woozy."

"Same here," I said. "I feel... drained." That made Yvonne laugh.

"I feel great!" Reg said, climbing out of bed. "I wouldn't mind doing that again! Not right away. But soon!"

That sounded auspicious. The idea of having regular threesomes with Reg sounded very appealing to me. However, I knew that it wouldn't happen unless Yvonne liked the idea. She'd invited Reg into our sex life as a way to give me a very special birthday present. I had no way of knowing if she wanted to continue sharing me with her girlfriend.

Both women shuffled off to the bathroom. I knew they'd be in there for a long time. I'm not quite sure why women like to visit the toilet together, and I don't know what takes so long while they're in there, but I was pretty sure I knew what they were talking about. I imagined they were critiquing my inadequate performance. The disappointing size of my endowment. My lack of endurance. I wished I could hear their conversation, but it's probably best that all I could detect was muffled speech.

While I waited for my turn to use the bathroom, I opened my suitcase and began unpacking. I'd brought along a bottle of Yvonne's favorite brand of vodka. As I stuck it into the minifridge, I hoped Reg would like it, too. In my experience, girls like vodka. Me? I prefer bourbon, but I'm not a booze snob. I can drink anything. Well, except for rum. Yuck.

It took a lot of time, but we were finally ready for dinner. I suggested going to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Naturally, the girls had a different idea. They wanted me to take them to some new vegan place they'd heard about. I was less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but I was smart enough to pretend that I was thrilled by the suggestion. There are times when we men need to just shut the fuck up and do as we are told, and I recognized that this was one of those moments. Going without meat for one night wouldn't kill me.

It turned out to be unexpectedly nice. I ordered a spicy Thai dish that had tofu instead of chicken. It was fine. Yvonne ordered an entrée I didn't recognize. It featured a lot of beans and rice; she let me have a taste, and it was OK. Reg, on the other hand, ordered a plate of something that looked like lawn clippings. She seemed to enjoy it. Good for her.

Both women liked it when I ordered cocktails for them. Yvonne and Reg were still under 21, so it was a treat for them when I gave the waiter their drink orders. They both ordered girly cocktails with goofy names. Cocktails always make the conversation more enjoyable.

"Ladies, I'm grateful for the effort you both made for my birthday," I told them during dinner. "Yvonne, that was a very generous gesture. Reg, you demonstrated a lot of faith in me when you agreed to do this. I appreciate you both.

"I hope I'm not being greedy when I say that I'd love it if the three of us could be together all night," I said. "I don't know if that's what you planned, but that's what I'd like to happen."

Reg got a worried look on her face. "That's not what we planned, Kurt," Yvonne said. "We'd discussed having Reg go home after dinner so you and I could have some privacy.

"But I'm thrilled to hear that you'd like Reg to stay all night. That's what I want, too. Reg, could you do that for us? Please?" Yvonne said.

Reg looked surprised. "I'd love to," she said. "Thanks for the invitation."

On the way back to the hotel, I told the women that a cold bottle of vodka was waiting for us. "Do either of you want me to buy a mixer?" I asked. Reg suggested we stop and buy some diet Red Bull, but Yvonne vetoed that idea. "I don't want to be awake all night," she said. They settled on diet ginger ale, which I'd never tried. When we added vodka, it made a surprisingly pleasant cocktail.

We stayed up for hours, drinking, talking, and laughing. I felt as though I'd known Reg for years. We stayed up so late that none of us were in the mood for sex when it was time for bed. But all of us were horny the next morning. I woke up to find two pairs of hands massaging my morning boner. Pretty soon, we got busy inventing new ways for three people to have sex.

We drove Reg back to her dorm room after breakfast. I spent the rest of the weekend thanking Yvonne for arranging such an amazing birthday present. "You are the best girlfriend in the history of romance," I told her.

"Yes. Yes, I am," she replied.

When Yvonne told me she was attracted to Reg, I felt nervous about giving my permission for them to have sex. It's hard to predict the consequences of such a decision. But we all felt it had worked out well. I genuinely liked Reg, and she seemed to feel the same way about me. I found myself thinking that it would be OK if she remained in our lives long-term, but I couldn't see a way for that to happen.

Reg and Yvonne would eventually graduate from college. They'd probably go their separate ways afterward. At that point, I didn't even know if I'd ever see her again.

Only time would tell.

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And that's how Kurt met the mystery woman, Regina. He and Reg got along as well as could be expected. We learn more about Reg in Chapter 12 of the 15-part series, "Love Times 2."