This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 in that story especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment.
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My weekend with Joy had several unintended consequences of course. She fell in love with me. I played my part too well of initiating her into the hallowed halls of womanhood.
The other major consequence was that I fell in love with her too -- without falling out of love with Mel.
So now I loved Mel -- the Pixie -- who professed her love for me as well, but didn't want to be tied down; and I loved Joy, Mel's roommate, who openly loved me too. Further, we all knew everything about how we all felt about everyone else. I didn't think this was a normal situation.
I tried to convince myself that Mel was my Number One and that Joy was a very close Number Two, but the fact was that I loved them equally yet differently. This state of being surprised me greatly, particularly that I felt comfortable feeling this way. Whether with one or the other or both together, I had feelings of love, warmth and compassion for both of them. Moreover, they seemed to feel the same way towards me and towards each other.
Mel, of course, was a rebel in her own way. She would be the one that pulled us out of our comfort zones or pushed us into doing something that expanded our thinking in some 'risky' way. She was also the 'dish' -- the hottie -- the outgoing Pixie that everyone looked to as a source of both amusement and amazement. I knew I was too conservative and Mel had set out to fix that; I welcomed the change. Mel also knew how to praise me in a language I understood and took as pure love; she'd tell me what a good student I was, or how hard I'd worked for a grade, or how she so appreciated the things I did for her or how open I was when we were together. I loved our talks together, particularly how she expanded my thinking in some area.
Joy was almost the opposite of Mel, even more conservative than I was yet open to Mel's efforts to pull her out of her shell. I often felt protective around Joy, even though when you saw her she looking like this stunning woman than knew exactly what she wanted. Joy liked to do little things for me that showed her love; I'd find a love note tucked in one of my books or a pressed flower; one time she washed and shined my car for me; another time she found some way to make me a box of chocolate chip cookies -- my favorites. Her gifts and little acts of service I accepted as her love offerings.
Of course, we were all physical with each other. We liked to touch, stroke, hold, look at, hug, and make love with one another. While part of this love language was the raging hormones we all seemed to have at this age, I knew that physical touch was important to me -- both to give and to receive.
A week or so after my weekend with Joy, I sat with Mel in the Student Union one afternoon talking about the situation; only no words came out in terms of solutions or options. My mind was blank.
Mel asked with a tone of encouragement, "So, why don't you do another weekend with Joy?"
"Heck no," I replied sensitive to insulting Mel and making her feel left out; "I mean Joy is wonderful; everything you could ask for in a date and yes, I'd love to be with her again. She is a divine and passionate lover. Not as good as you, of course, but she's learning."
I felt myself blundering around in this peculiar landscape for which I did not have a vocabulary or any kind of compass. I paused and looked Mel deep in the eyes. I continued, "The problem is that I'm in love with you -- too. You are my Number One girlfriend and I feel I should concentrate on you. Joy is nice and I really care about her - too. Do I need to make a choice?"
Mel ignored my struggle to be politically correct and pleasing to her, and asked, "What if you could have both of us?"
"I sort of do, don't I?"
"No, I mean at the same time. Say, next weekend at the motel?" I got a Pixie grin from her just before she tossed her head to move an errant lock of blond hair from her face. In that flash of a second I could see the entire weekend unfold. I felt a surge of blood enter my sleeping dick.
"I have trouble keeping up with your sexual needs. I had trouble keeping up with Joy's needs by the time we started to cool things down and think about checking out last weekend. What makes you think I could handle both of you at the same time?"
Mel got a silly grin on her face and said, "Maybe Joy and I could take care of each other when you're recovering. Besides, you're still exciting even when you aren't trying to have an orgasm. Not that I've had all that much experience, but you have the best tongue of anyone I've ever known plus you've studied the sport. You love pussy, which is more than I can say for some folks I've been out with. Plus, aren't guys supposed to get off watching two women together?" Her sexy grin got wider and she licked her lips seductively.
I'd learned from the Pixie that her weekend with Bill Seaborn had demonstrated his lack of creativity as well as unwillingness to be inventive sexually. Secretly I was glad, yet I had at least hoped Mel would come back happy rather than barely satisfied from her weekend in Indianapolis.
I felt my pants bulge further in immediate response to the Pixie's suggestion of a threesome and a lesbian encounter that I'd get to watch. I also noticed that not for second did I think it unusual or repugnant. I grinned rather widely. This exciting and erotic landscape of possibilities was all new to me thanks to Mel.
The Pixie said, "I'll take that as a definite 'Yes'. Let's do all weekend at the motel -- two nights, Friday and Saturday. If I work like hell the rest of this week I won't have too much homework to worry about. What about you?"
"I could swing it if I finish a term paper for psych before Friday. Besides, for a weekend like this I'd drop out of school," I said in my most lecherous voice. Mel laughed and punched my shoulder.
"Wait!" I said suddenly, holding up my hand. "One small problem; what if Joy doesn't want to play with us as you propose?"