It was December and it was cold.
That's how I remember how good it felt to snuggle with her, the two of us.
"You two are perverts," she said with a smile.
"Two guys on one girl."
"Look who's talking," I said.
"One girl doing two guys at one time.
You're not happy with just one lover?"
"Okay, I am selfish," she said.
"Shut up and fuck me while he sucks on my tits."
I did and he did, just like she told us to do.
We always did, just like she said.
The first time the three of us had sex together, she said, "Well, you going to sit there and talk all night, or are you going to put one of those in my waiting pussy?"
"I love it when she talks like that," I said.
"Me too," Paul said as he positioned himself at her wet and puffy opening.
With a little up and down motion to wet the tip, he pushed it between her moist labs and into her.
That's the way it was with us.
The three of us cuddled on one mattress and one of us in her pussy and the other attending to her breasts or mouth or both, a hand at one and lips at the other, a wet tongue searching for hers.
We had been three since elementary, but then we were just three very close friends who didn't like to be out of the other two' range of motion.
In those days we didn't hold hands but we held each other in the highest regard.
If someone attacked one of us he had three to fight.
The first time we were sexual we were in her mother's car, in the backseat on a back road, parked under a tree and at an old abandoned farm where only the long-time residences knew about and the cops left alone because they knew if you knew about the farm you were a relative of someone on the force.
That person was my Uncle Mark and Paul's older brother Bob.
They were both cops and we knew they would be no powerful flashlights aimed at us unless it was by other trouble-making kids our age.
She let me go first and I had my pants around my ankles and she was straddling my lap, with her coonie gripping my dick like a vice and her mouth fixed to mine like it was glued.
When it was Paul's turn she had him move over, then straddled him too and lowered herself down, slowly and steadily.
It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my whole fucking life.
The windows were all fogged up and it was hot in there, even though it was February and almost freezing outside.
I fucked her until I came and she made me pull out, saying, "I ain't having your kid, so pull that thing out of me before you squirt any of that dick juice in my pussy."
She talked as dirty as any guy I knew, especially when one of us had our dick in her.
She told us she didn't fuck nobody but us and I believed her.
I may be dumb for believing her, but I really think if she was she would be straight enough just to tell.
"I am fucking Hiram," she would say without a bit of hesitation.
That's the kind of person she was.
If she did it she'd say.
I even think she told her mother she was fucking both of
us.
Her mother probably would say, "You be sure to use something or make those boys pull out.
You here me."
Claire was just like her mother.
Neither one was known for what they wouldn't do.
But they were know for saying it like it was.
When Claire's mom left her dad she told him, "You might as well move in with Sally Morton, because there will be no one paying rent here after tomorrow.
So get your things packed up and find yourself a new address.
I am out of here."
It was a rather famous story around here for well over a year.
A lot of people were saying after that, "So get your stuff packed and find yourself a new address."
Then they'd laugh and roll their eyes and put the hands on their hips, just like she had when she delivered that famous line.
We were at a dance a few months later, after the session in the back of her mother's car, and halfway through the evening she had been dancing with both of us at the same time and she stopped and said, "You going to want to dance all night, or do you two want to fuck me before morning comes?"
We left right then and went right out to Paul's truck and followed her up into the cab.
She lifted her dress without even hesitating, then spread her legs and asked who was going first.
It would be Paul then me, and she didn't bat an eye at who started.
She didn't care.
When she wanted it she wanted it, come hell or high water.
She is a sensuous woman, although some would call her a slut, but she is no slut, she just likes fucking and we're glad it is us doing the fucking.
We decided to travel north and visit places we hadn't seen before.
Her goal was to get fucked in every national park in California and the western states.
It sounded like a fine goal, especially if we were the ones doing the screwing.
We decided, of course, to do Yosemite first, Lassen, the Yellowstone, Arches, Zion, up to Glacier, catch Kings Canyon, Death Valley, and Joshua Tree on the way down, Channel Islands and Pinnacles on our southern route.
We rented a cabin in Yosemite and did her in the shadow of Half Dome, then drove on to Lassen and screwed in a tent next to the volcano.
We had come through Kings Canyon and had oral sex over looking the valley.
In a bar in Montana, the drinks came faster than the good judgement and Claire being Claire told a guy at the bar about our quest.
His name was Monte and he looked like he had just been shown the actually resting place of the Holy Grail.
"You're fucking the National Parks?" he asked enthusiastically.
