Foreword
This letter from Kate to Karen is a bit of a whimsical follow-up to The First Summer series.
If you are just here just for a quick read about sex and have not been reading that series, it's probably better to bypass this story. While it has some mildly erotic content, you'll find it disappointing.
It is really just a segway into additional stories with these characters.
Story/ Letter
Hi Karen
Thanks for the draft of your book covering your sexual adventures over the Summer holiday.
I note you've changed the names and been quite coy about the names of Greg and my home town. Still, don't you think some people might work it out; people like, say, your mum and dad?
I must say, you and Greg got up to quite a lot in three short months; not that you should think for a minute a fair percentage of the population didn't know what was going on. You are a bit noisy while lovemaking and those scratches on Greg's back in January were more like gouges. The blood was weeping through onto his shirt for days!
I read most of it with a lady boner. Twice I was reading it when Wayne came to the door and he didn't know what hit him when I dragged him into my bedroom, roughly ripped his clothes off and used him to vent my arousal.
Doesn't it worry you so many people are going to get their rocks off over the story of your sex life. Maybe in any published version you should include a fold out plastic coated picture of yourself in a bikini for the guys to jizz all over and a mini vibrator for the girls
It's always interesting reading what other people write about you. Of course I'm flattered by your description of me; indeed you're so flattering of my appearance I think you must have a crush on me (just kidding kiddo). I think you underestimate your own beauty; you're cute as a button - something I know Greg is fully appreciative of. And the only reason the guys were chatting me up over you is because I was putting out my come fuck me look while you were curled up in your "I'm spoken for and he'll rip your face off" pose (as if Greg would actually resort to violence). Plus I'll admit, guys being guys, the big boobs in the undersize bikini top may have had something to do with it too.
Obviously it's a bit more distressing that the effect of my parents' divorce on me is so transparent. It was ugly and my father was very bad; although my mother was not without fault herself. I worry I'm of the same genetic stock and I look at what they did and resolve to not let those same personality characteristics come out in me.
I think I'm of a naturally happy disposition, but I suppose I have to admit going through what I did has caused me to put up some defensive barriers where my love life's concerned. I always hated what I did to Greg on that date night so many years ago. Why I did it I don't know. I think I panicked; I'd allowed myself to go out with someone who I'd valued as a friend since primary school and who I might actually fall heavily for. Somehow I needed to get back to the position of safety I'd been in before accepting the date.
It's easy for someone in my position to be jealous of someone like Greg - and you too - who come from such "happy families" backgrounds; who have parents who aren't just still married but actually seem to like and want to spend time with each other. As much as I've always fancied Greg, I don't know that his background has given him the skills to deal with my sort of defensive barrier. I fully understand why Greg would recognise he and I might just have a falling out if our relationship went beyond friendship.
Speaking of Greg, it was nice to find my long term suspicion confirmed that he was still a virgin when he met you. He always had the easy ability to pick up girls, but from what I heard back from them, didn't really seem to know what to do with them after he got them alone at the end of an otherwise pleasant outing. A few girls had told me they'd been out with him several times and he hadn't so much as gone for a goodbye kiss.
I'd been tempted to offer him a friends with benefits experience to break the ice - so to speak - and maybe give him a few pointers. Overall I think it's wonderful - and very sweet - that you found each other in pristine condition and got your sex lives off too such a great start. After all newbies aren't exactly famous for making things work so well from the beginning.
It was distressing to me to read how badly I made you feel by flirting with Greg that day in the early days of your relationship. I'm going to come clean and admit it wasn't accidental. I foolishly felt my friendship with Greg was being threatened. There'd been no shortage of girlfriends of Greg I had to accept before; but you were different. From the outset I could see this was much more serious and being from out of town, you were someone I didn't know. In a silly way I suppose I was trying to show I had a claim on him too.
In an even more silly way I had tended to think of him as my life time backup. Like out of some movie, the romantic interest I could keep on hold in case nothing better came my way.
When I looked around and saw how badly you were hurting I felt incredibly bad; immediately regretting what I'd done. Thankyou for being so mature as to make sure we both got through it and became such good friends.
And you two are made for each other. I might have been drunk when I said you should marry each other; but it's still the truth. I've never seen a couple so right for each other. As my two best friends I want only for what is clearly best for you.
Now for some more serious admissions!
So, you have fantasies about a threesome including me. Well guess what, in a way, we've already had two of them; slightly strange ones I'll admit, but ones in which I've come even if you guys haven't.
The first in a way you know about - the night you had to strip and shower me to put me to bed. What maybe you don't know, because I haven't admitted it before, is that I remember it well. I don't know what drink or drug that bastard Henri slipped me, but you were right; by the time you had me in the shower it made me really uninhibited. But if it was just drink, it didn't stop me remembering the next morning everything from the time you took my swimmers off.
And I have to say being undressed by you two while you propped me in the shower was incredibly arousing; not helped much by the way you felt up my nipples and fingered me (all very innocently and with noble purpose of course) as you washed me down.
Still pushing myself against Greg and dry humping him was pretty outrageous. Because you were still washing my back it felt to me like a real three way; even if it was just in my own addled brain. I was really embarrassed about it the next day and greatly relieved when you were willing to brush it off.
