When I awoke the next day, Tabitha and Sarah had left without notice. I knew that Tabitha had to work her shift at the restaurant starting at 10am and she had to drop Sarah off at her parents before going home, wiping away the filth, and reporting for duty.
For my part, I awoke with a raging hardon because the memory of last night's antics was recalled with fresh vigour. I had a cheeky wank and came with the same force and pleasure as last night, if a little dimmed in terms of output.
I spent that Sunday in a state of ecstatic bliss, wandering around in a daze of self-congratulation that I'd ticked off a sexual act that I'd only previously seen in my parents' pirated videos of European hardcore porn (it was their preferred method of imparting knowledge of the 'birds and the bees' to me). I never thought that I'd achieve a threesome so early in life and I wanted to scream it to the world, except no one was around and even if my housemates were, they wouldn't believe me. I tried to distract myself by reading the Penguin
Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes
but my mind drifted to the events of the previous evening and I would get hard. I couldn't keep wanking myself stupid all day. I needed a distraction and fast.
It wasn't forthcoming. I wondered about Tabitha, how she felt about what occurred between the three of us and what she might say to people. My worry stemmed from the fact that I worked with her mother in the bank and we had a shift together on Monday. Tabitha and I weren't an item after she had cheated on me a few months ago but we had remained close friends but not sexual partners. I had a great relationship with her mother, she was my mentor at the bank and I didn't want to jeopardise it.
In the end, I packed up my satchel with Arthur Conan Doyle's greatest literary creation and headed out for a long bush walk. I ended up, hours later at the pub with beer in hand and was able to get through several short stories. The pub was full of older looking hotties and I just couldn't get sex off my mind. I had my third wank of the day in bed - again - before drifting off to sleep. Work beckoned next day.
My Monday morning shift was uneventful, Tabitha's mum didn't say anything that was out of the ordinary and I clocked off at 1pm. Across the road was the supermarket and I wandered across for some grocery shopping for I had nothing but cans of Emu Bitter in the fridge at home. As I vacantly browsed the aisles, picking up this or that, I was suddenly disturbed by a familiar voice.
"Jason?"
I turned and saw Sarah with a basket of snack food a few paces away.
"Hi, how are you?" I responded with the best smile I could muster. I was rather sheepish since I hadn't seen Sarah or Tabitha since Saturday and I was a little nervous. Rumour and innuendo spreads like wildfire in small isolated communities such as Albany and I hate being the centre of attention, then as now.
"I'm good thanks. Getting something for dinner?" She enquired with some energy. Readers may recall, Sarah had a rather dull and plodding personality as well as a parochial attitude toward life but today she seemed unusually animated.
"Yep. Cooking for one again as the lads are still out bush." This was a reference to my housemates who were our labouring in the farmlands, taking in the harvest.
"Cool. You want a lift home?" Sarah, like Tabitha, had recently earned the legal rights - at 18 - to drink (which they did with gusto) and drive a car.
"I'd love one!" I said with a smile. I lived on a hillside that overlooked the town. Walking up it encumbered with groceries or slabs of beer was murder. When I did walk, I thought of my physique (long since dissipated) and that powered me through.
On this day, I was more than happy to accept charity. Sarah and I continued to shop without much chit chat. We checked out and we walked to the car park which, ironically, backed on to the restaurant where Tabitha worked.
When Sarah pulled up outside the house, she turned off the engine and helped me take my groceries inside. Aside from a few house parties that Sarah had attended with Tabitha, I didn't really know that much about her. Sure, we fucked 48 hours previously but the 30 minutes between meeting in the supermarket and her dropping me off at home was the longest I think we had been in each other's company without anyone else being present. On this day, she was dressed in the obligatory blue woollen jumper and jeans. Some things in this universe are forever constant, I thought to myself.
Inside the kitchen, I asked Sarah if she would like a tea or coffee or an Emu Bitter (foul stuff but cheap). To my surprise, she opted for the beer and so we cracked a couple of cold tinnies and sat down at the breakfast bar, next to each other. Saturday's fun was bound to be a topic of conversation and it was the first thing she brought up.
"Are you and Tabby back together again?"
"What do you mean?" I replied, a little bemused.
"You know. On Saturday. You guys were doing it."
"Well that wasn't planned," I said honestly, "I think it was the movie!"
"Yeah but she was sitting next to you."
"Well, we are still friends so that was natural," I said, referring to the seating arrangement, "But we've not done anything sexual since we broke up until Saturday."
This information took some time to compute which, I suppose, was natural in this situation.
"So, you guys aren't together?"
"No, not that I am aware of." Which was the honest answer. I hadn't seen Tabitha since Saturday night. To me, our threesome was a spontaneous occurrence that happened and was enjoyed by all concerned. Sarah talking about it caused a stir down below.
"Huh." She replied, taking a tentative sip from the foul can, "So why did it happen?"
"I don't know." I said, shaking my head. I'd analysed the night a thousand times and four wanks later.
"It was just a thing that happened at the right time."
"The right time?" She cocked her head to me with a quizzical glance.
"That's all I can think of to explain it."
There was silence for a few moments which enabled me to take a large swig from the foul can. From the corner of my eye, I sensed Sarah trying to process what had happened in to a rational argument that she could understand. Her next question floored me.
"What did you do to Tabitha?"
"What do you mean?" I replied, suddenly on guard.
"She was rolling on the floor for ages just moaning and blabbering!"
"That was an orgasm." I said.
"That was more than an orgasm. I've never done that!"
Well no. Tabitha experienced anal sex for the first time and clearly enjoyed it. At that point, Tabby was the third girl in my not quite 21-year-old history to receive my cock up their rectums. I lost my anal virginity to an older lady, Jennifer, when I briefly attended Sheffield University several years earlier. "It's just something up my bum." Jennifer said to me when I brought up the topic of anal sex when asked if I had an unfulfilled fantasy. Of course, she hadn't prepared properly, and I pulled out of her ample arsehole with shit streaked across my shaft. Not like in the VHS movies I'd watched, and I was horrified. The next time was with the oracle Jean - a worldly Albany blow-in like me - who taught me many things in life, and in return for her very first vaginal orgasm at age 38 (to my 21) allowed me to fuck her sweet arse. She made me a fan for life of the brown arts.
"Tabby and I had
unusual
sex that night." I said, trying to be diplomatic.
We had talked about anal sex prior to breaking up. Indeed, during one house party, she had got steaming drunk (on neat vodka) and dragged me into my bedroom and fucked my brains out. And I mean she fucked me, hard. At one point during this drunken escapade, I told her to stick my cock up her arse. Without letting up from her hip grinding, she said "No, not yet." This stuck in my mind as saying, yes, I'm interested but not now as I'm having too much fun. I filed that bit of information away for future use which happened to be last Saturday, and the results spoke for themselves.
"What do you mean?" asked an interested Sarah.
"You shouldn't ask that." I said dismissively, knowing the parochial attitude of this town.
Sarah playfully hit my arm, "No, tell me Jason."
I contemplated her request for information for a second, staring into my beer.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes" came the stern reply.
"Ok. I fucked Tabby in her arsehole!"
The facial signs of utter revulsion took nanoseconds to register as I knew they would.
"That's disgusting!" came the expected but boring response.
"Why?" I asked, keen to explore her typical parochial attitude.
Sarah came over embarrassed as her feeble brain attempted to string words together to justify her outrage. Her thought process was about the act rather than the fact that two of her friends had actually engaged in said act.
"That's where you..." She trailed off and looked away from me blushing.
"Yes?"
"Poop!" She said indignantly but not with outrage.
I was about to respond but she cut me off, "What about the smell?"
"I didn't smell anything. Did you?"
"Well no but..." she was a bit stumped, "But doesn't it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" I asked. She kept on referring to the act as "it" and so I wanted her to explicitly say what "it" was.
"You know... sticking your, your...dick in her...behind"
"Behind?"
"Ok, arse! Happy?"
I was, yes and thanks for asking.
"Did it look like Tabitha was in pain with my cock in her arse?"
Mine was a rhetorical question because Tabitha's orgasm, if that's what it was, amazed me and Sarah due to its intensity. Ordinarily, Tabitha orgasmed quickly, easily and fluidly. But I'd seen nothing like this in the time we were together. I don't think Sarah had much experience of orgasms at all and so the sight and sound of Tabitha writhing in the floor, speaking in tongues, within minutes of losing her anal virginity would have bemused and impressed her at the same time.
Sarah thought for a second or two, replaying last Saturday night in her mind as was I, and feeling something growing between my legs.
"It didn't look like it hurt her." She replied.
"No and she seemed to enjoy it more than I thought she would."
"That was the first time you did that to her?" She asked in a tone that suggested I'd given Tabitha a right cross rather than a butt fucking.
"Yes. Last Saturday was the first time since we broke up that we had sex" I reminded Sarah.
"How did you know she'd like it?"
"Well, if she didn't, I'm sure she would have told me." I said simply. I hadn't seen or heard from Tabitha since her first arse reaming, so I didn't know what she thought of it. I'm sure I would hear from her in due course.
"I still think it's disgusting!"
