All characters are over the age of 18.
Our favorite throuple finally made it. Love is in the air, and the holidays are just around the corner. Jack's adorable guy-brain hadn't quite worked out that the new girls in his life want him to themselves as much as the woman that raised him. After following his heart (and loins), Jack assumes he'll embrace the new and the sexy instead of his childhood home. But as we all know, the universe has a way of changing plans and showing us what's important...
This and future chapters will deal with the messy (and hot!) reality of a three-way polyamorous relationship between two cis and one genderfluid person, who all realize that their place on the sexual spectrum changes to follow their hearts, and... other organs. If this kind of relationship, light drug use, cross dressing, or group sex offend or trigger you, please look elsewhere.
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Although my brief time as
Jackie
was eye-opening for all the reasons Quinn tried to tell me, I was okay with going back to
just Jack
. Simply having two partners already bordered on more excitement and arousal than I could keep up with on a regular basis. If either of them had directly asked me to
get pretty
again I would do it, but some part of my reptile brain pushed back on it being my idea. I had a heart-to-heart with Quinn about it one evening, she assured me she wasn't trying to push me into cross dressing or questioning my gender... it was simply a bit of mind broadening for me, that happened to be
super hot
and fun. If I never wanted to do it again, that was fine. If I wanted to be Jackie for an evening sometime, also fine. If guy Quinn needed to be there to keep me safe, even that was okay.
Fair enough.
Regardless if I ever ended up in a dress again, my willingness to be on the receiving end of sexy time became a fairly regular part of our relationship. I had given my sore ass a week to recover after Halloween before I even brought up the subject, but Quinn quickly jumped at the opportunity. Having a full-body prostate orgasm was amazing and rocked my world each time it happened, but having a beautiful girl with a nice set of tits giving it to me was a whole other level of
confusing-but-awesome
.
As our multiway relationship had reached emotional parity, sex was more often than not as a group. We all became practiced at being direct and honest about who wanted what, and when. If someone was tired or not at home, there was no stigma on the other two
getting busy
. It even became a kind of game, describing an intimate rendezvous to the third person after the fact. That practice quickly evolved into sometimes recording our twosomes on mobile phone video for sharing. I setup a completely separate group chat for that particular activity. None of us needed
that
blaring from our speakers while at school or work.
Sloane being the only biological female in our group, had to contend with that time of month, or
dead week
, as we took to calling it. Outside being very attentive to her during the day, Quinn and I would often share a bed for that span and do whatever depraved things we wanted without her. We both consciously took time to be with her individually outside that, which at least for me was always amazing. In the purest, most innocent intent of the phrase, Sloane truly was my
dream girl
, and she knew it.
Our adventurous sex life was of course only part of our relationship. We were still flawed, vulnerable people, living together under one roof and sharing the joys, heartaches, frustrations and responsibilities of
existing
. More often than not, it was wonderful. My friends back home that got in and out of relationships often had some kind of drama to deal with, always
something
. Living together usually intensified whatever it was. Very few of them made it much far past
moving in
stage.
I began to idly wonder what it was about our little threesome that allowed us to enjoy nearly everything about being together. I finally just surrendered to the apparent fact that with a little help from Sloane and maybe a lot from fate, we just happened to find each other and
click
. I regularly and silently admitted to myself that I could be with either of them individually, and be wonderfully in love and happy... but having them both was like winning the relationship lottery over and over. We each brought something special and unique to
us
that made everything better.
Not to say that we didn't have our moments. The stress of school and work impacted us, respectively, like anyone. I bombed an advanced econ test one day and came home pretty pissed off at the world. I snipped at Sloane when she asked about dinner, but quickly cooled down and felt awful before apologizing. These little life events happened like they do to everyone, but somehow having a third person to share the stress felt almost magical in the way we could deal with whatever it was together.
While our shared and similarly snarky senses of humor usually meshed up pretty well, it wasn't a hundred percent. Quinn didn't speak to me for nearly an entire day when I casually mentioned her new shoes looked like
bloated dolphins
. In my defense, the rather formless, light gray leather that even covered the sides of the soles were objectively hideous when actually worn on human feet. I had no idea she'd been pining for the expensive Italian sneakers for years and had finally saved enough tip money to buy them.
Not my fault she had a momentary lapse in good taste in shoes.
By the time another month had passed, I honestly couldn't envision my life without them in it.
* * *
Sloane and Quinn were quite excited for the holidays, finally having people to share them with. We had a
friendsgiving
at our house, inviting Alex and Ricardo, a few of Quinn's coworkers, a couple of people I'd met at school, and a handful of Sloane's friends too.
Quinn and I cooked all day long, drinking wine and singing along with the Christmas carols that were somehow already playing on our usual station. Our food was well received and the dinner group was a blast. It was still strange to me to have it outside in the warm late afternoon sun, but I was becoming adept at getting used to new things.
As the calendar rolled over to December, it became apparent I had some unconsidered mixed feelings about the season. If I'd been living in a dorm, I would have certainly flown back to Michigan and stayed with my parents. My first year away, and their first without their son at home... I was torn. I couldn't imagine leaving my girls for even a few days either, especially since they were so enamored with the idea of sharing our first Christmas together.
I rather quickly came around to their point of view. I talked to my mom on the phone that evening and tried to hint at the possibility that
might
stay in California. I had to hold the phone away from my ear as she read me the riot act and
couldn't believe I'd even consider it
. Trying calmly for some reasonable discussion on the matter made her angrier. I finally hung up and was relieved that she'd made the decision to stay easier for me.
