FOREWORD
These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use.
Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage.
Crutch/ Crotch has been a subject of much comment. Australians more commonly use 'crutch' and that meaning of the word is supported by the Macquarie Dictionary.
And 'fanny' has a different usage in Australia; which I'm sure you'll work out from the context.
A number of readers of my First Summer series wanted them to have the threesome Karen's been dreaming of. It's not entirely in the character so it's taken Karen a while to work up to it, but here it is.
I've referenced a few earlier chapters, but this story is self-contained.
I think the introduction has its own share of titillation, but if you don't like long explainers and backstories, and you're just in a hurry to get down to the full on sex, it starts about a third of the way through.
As regular readers of these stories will know, the characters are about 21 years old.
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When Kate's note on her reaction to my book of stories about the summer holidays arrived I shot her back an email thanking her for trusting me by being so open with me.
But of course there'd been another sentence in her letter that had sparked an interest in me. So at the end of my email I'd added....
"Have you ever done a threesome in the past?
Love Karen"
The same day Kate had come back....
"On the threesome, in any proper sense (so other than those I talked about in my letter), nope.
Not interested normally.
I want a guy to be focused on me alone so not interested in joining another girl.
If I thought two guys would just worship me and pleasure me, then two together might be fun. But I doubt that's how it works. I think it's more like a team bonding thing for guys -- with the girl just an object the guys use, bond and high five over.
I saw what happened to Zoe and I'm not the slightest bit interested in that.
Why? Are you thinking about it?
Have you discussed it with Greg?
Remember nothing you might regret
Love Kate"
I knew I should leave the topic at that, but I couldn't. As soon as I saw her note I responded....
"Maybe
No, not yet.
Why might one with Greg and me be different?
Love Karen"
I hovered constantly over my email computer waiting for her reply. It didn't come in until the next morning
"Maybe you should raise it with Greg before going too far; he might just have a say in the matter!!!.
You are a deep and mysterious one aren't you? Who would have thought it of quiet conservative Karen?
The difference is the people involved. It's not just about the sex; it's about human interaction and being a little bit naughty in the process. After all when you're as close to each other as you, Greg and I are there's a natural sexual curiosity; even just a desire to be physically close.
I loved dancing naked with Greg not because it was a substitute for having sex with him but because of the intensity of the human experience and frankly it was the same when I hugged you and gave you a goodnight kiss. It doesn't mean I want to rub my clit against yours, just that such intimate contact is something special; something our bound up society normally denies us.
Maybe it's the unresolved sexual tension too; but it's a lot more than that.
Still all that is easy for me to say -- while I have two very valued friendships at stake I'm not going to be lying there wondering what this girl's doing to my boyfriend, so I'm definitely not trying to talk you into it -- just answering your questions.
But I do greatly value the friendships, so I have to stress, nothing that would affect that in any way
Love Kate"
Greg had also got to read the book.
Since he'd been there the book didn't contain too many surprises for him, even if he was a bit surprised by the detail I gone in to. He did wonder whether I really intended to try and publish it, but in a way I'd already anticipated Kate's comment about my parents recognising who the author was and that might be just a tad too much information for parents to know about their daughter.
It really was only ever intended as a diary; probably something even Kate and Greg shouldn't have got to read.
He expressed surprise that I'd described the attractiveness of women in such detail; especially Kate and Jill. He even teased me that maybe I had slightly bi inclinations. But as I explained to him, if you're writing for a male audience, you have to realise they're visual and you need to paint a picture they find compelling.
Anyhow I was able to challenge him as to whether he thought I'd exaggerated Kate's beauty (a trap for him if ever there was one; although one he handled well enough by telling me that while Kate was beautiful in a classical or male fantasy sort of way, my beauty to much more to his taste).
The only bit he'd really not known about was my continuing fascination with a threesome. In a way one of my motivations for giving him the book to read was the possibility he might have wanted to talk about it but it was something he ignored. That's probably because in writing about it I'd always dismissed it as a mere fantasy; never to be acted on.
Still after the multiple orgasms I'd had in the car on the morning of Zoe's party just contemplating the situation we were in you think he might have said something.
After Kate's letter had come in and my email exchanges with her I let him read the letter too; without adding the emails.
The sentence that caught Greg's attention was different from the one I'd really wanted to discuss with him.
For Greg the key sentence was Kate's revelation of why she had given him a bad time on their date night all those years ago. The expression "panic" was catheteric to him. Greg's not one to hold grudges but there had been a stone in the shoe of his friendship with Kate all these years; how she could have done that to a friend like him.
Going home after the ball that night Greg had tried to express his disappointment with Kate spending the whole night engrossed in conversation with the boyfriend of another friend of Greg's, but Kate had brushed the issue off. He was told she had just found him fascinating. Since Greg had always found this guy a boor and not a very attractive one at that, it didn't make sense to him.
So he'd buried the issue and just gone back to being friends with Kate; their friendship over time going from strength to strength. But still, that night had always rankled with him. He'd come to understand Kate's difficulties with relationships, but that approach to brushing him off was imponderable to him.
The word panic had explained it all. It said to him that Kate had valued their friendship enough even at that tender age to be concerned about compromising it. Greg could understand how a sense of panic could produce unintended hurt.
I'd always been just a little bit worried about digging too deeply into that night. As I'd said before, originally my greatest fear was that whatever happened was just a misunderstanding and the thing that had kept Greg and Kate apart as lovers would suddenly be brushed aside and I'd actually be in competition with her. As my relationship with Greg grew, that worry disappeared. I knew Greg was mine regardless of what was discovered about the history of that night.
Kate's letter produced the best of all outcomes; for me and Greg at least. Greg could understand her actions while even Kate was self-aware enough that she had recognised the danger of a deeper relationship with Greg and had reaffirmed by her own words Greg's concern about getting mixed up in her love life. For Kate it was a little sadder because it was a confirmation of the difficult road she had ahead of her in finding the love life she both craved and was scared of.
Still, there were a couple of other sentences in the letter that were important to a discussion I wanted to have with Greg and if I didn't take my chance now while the letter was in front of him, that chance might slip.
"How would you have reacted to Kate's friends with benefits offer if she'd made it?"
Greg's not stupid. He knows when I'm asking a loaded question. He may not have known where the question was going or even what the safe answer was, but he probably sensed it was better to answer it properly instead of just fobbing me off.
"That might have depended on how she asked it. You heard how I responded when she said I could have had her body if I wanted it."
