Choosing 1

CHOOSING

I couldn't make up my mind between them. Jennifer had a great sense of humor, was beautiful, and easy to talk to. Claire was incredibly smart, just as easy to look at, and was also fun to be with. Both were incredibly good in bed, were wonderfully thoughtful, and knew me really well. It wasn't like they both didn't know about the other one. I talked about each of them both openly. What they didn't know was how much I was torn between the two them.

To each of them our relationship was much more casual than it was for me, at least it seemed that way. I was sexually intimate with both of them, of course, but they knew that and seemed to be okay with it. I even talked to each of them about what the other liked, although I am not sure either one knew I had shared stuff about her sexual preferences with the other woman.

I met Jennifer at half marathon where she was competing in her third one, it was my first, and I met Claire at a university lecture series where we were stuck in an elevator for an hour. It took everything I had not to freak out in front of her in the elevator and control my claustrophobia. I was sweating through my shirt, but I am not sure she knew that. I was about a second away from calling for my "mommy," but the only thing that kept me from it was being too embarrassed in front of her to show my true feelings. It may be the best example in my life of one fear overcoming another.

By the time the firemen got the door open, I was a basket case. She was so calm and unemotional that I felt like a total wimp in her presence. I was ready to scream and she just sat chatting quietly like we were in church and not locked in a small box stuck twenty stories up. Afterwards I laughed with her about it, but I wasn't about to laugh as it was happening.

When I met Jennifer we had just run the half marathon and she had beat me by two minutes. It doesn't sound like much, but when you're behind someone by that far in a race it seems like miles. We had stored our sweats close to the same place and were putting them on when we noticed each other and started to chat. I am not sure she knew she had finished ahead of me, and I offered her a ride to her car, although it was not that much of a walk.

After you've just run twelve miles, even a few blocks can seem like a long walk, so she accepted my offer and we stopped for coffee on the way to her car. We didn't make it to her car until almost six that night, and we made a stop at my place before getting to her Honda.

Most people who have already run twelve miles could not have two orgasms, but I have already said she is a remarkable woman and that is proof. She has incredible stamina and is ready at the drop of a hint. If I hadn't fallen in lust with her before I certainly was after that.

The problem was, I had met Claire at the lecture series and I was smitten. Two women who raddled my cage and had my full attention. They both were very sexual and quite willing to give me what I needed as often as possible. I tried to find something in each of them that would put the other in the lead, but I couldn't find a flaw in either one.

Jennifer was the sexual aggressor and had me breathing hard almost instantly, and she had me hard as a board from dawn to dusk. Claire was more willing to let me take the lead, but she was willing and eager to go anywhere I took her. I was in a quandary. I liked, maybe loved, both of them. At least I was terribly fond of each one.

Jennifer, being the more assertive of the two, asked me if I would enjoy going with her to a concert she had two tickets for. That was the way she asked. Not take her to a concert, but go with her. That was the difference between the two. Claire would have said, "Would you like to take me?" Clearly, Jennifer was more in charge.

In sex, Jennifer preferred to be on top, where Claire was satisfied to be on the bottom and let you run the show. She would let you do whatever you wanted, and Jennifer would take charge and do what felt best to her. I liked both ways. It was a relief to just sit back and let her take charge sometimes, and it was also fun to do whatever I wanted and initiate what we did. Jennifer never left me wishing we had done something else, and Claire never made me say, "I wished she would be more aggressive."Each one was enjoyable for what they did.

Once I was with Jennifer and she asked me if I had ever watched two women. The question surprised me, not because I hadn't ever enjoyed watching girl-on-girl porn, but because I didn't expect the question. I said no, thinking she was talking about live participants, which she was.

"Well, you should," she said. "It would broaden your perspective," she said with a laugh. "I also think you would like it," she said. "You know, your friend Claire and I "know" each other," she said, putting the emphasis on the word know.

It took me a minute for it to register. "Wait. You mean..."

"Yeah, we really 'know' one another," she said.

"Know?" I said.

"Yeah, we do it," she said. I must have looked dumbfounded, because she said, "We eat each other's pussy. We have sex," she said with emphasis. "We were roommates in college. That is where we got to 'know' each other," she said with a smile. She waited a minute to let me process it all, then she said, "You wanna watch?" I didn't answer for a minute and she lifted up her hands in a questioning manner. "I think you'd like it," she said. "A lot of guys do. You watch porn?"

I said I did, occasionally. She looked skeptical, then smiled. "Claire and are are meeting up this Saturday. Want to come?" she asked. I nodded, then grinned.

"You don't mind an audience?" I asked, realizing as I said it that it was a stupid question. Of course Jennifer wouldn't mind an audience, I thought. Everything about her personality indicates that she would not shrink from being in front of people at anytime and doing just about anything, especially sex. Jennifer was an exhibitionist, that's for sure. It was Claire who was surprising in that regard.

I told her for sure I would watch the two of them. If I wanted them both, it would be smart to accept their conditions of sex together. They told me they would be at Jennifer's house and I was to be there at five that Saturday afternoon. As I drove up I was for some reason really nervous.

I had never watched live sex before, and i guess the novelty had me nervous as hell, especially because it was the two women I knew and had been intimate with. As I pulled in the driveway I saw Claire was already there and wondered if they had started without me. I pictured them together as I walked up to the front door. Since Jennifer had invited me to watch, I had been extremely excited to see them together having sex. Because I knew them both, intimately, I had more personal connection than just watching two females in a porn film. I wondered if they would do sixty-nine, or if Jennifer had some favorite position I didn't know about. I imaged she would.

Claire opened the door after my knock. She was wearing a shorty nightgown, low cut in the front and quite sheer. She looked incredibly sexy in it and I kissed her as I entered. I could taste a slight tinge of sex on her lips and it produced a picture of pussy eating in my mind as I looked at her walk towards Jennifer, who sat on the couch wearing only a large man's T-shirt.

I bent down and kissed Jennifer and she pulled me down after the peck I gave her and delivered a long and passionate French kiss on my lips. "We're all friends here, right," she said and laughed. It was a sexy laugh that spoke of what was about to happen between the two women.

As if they had talked about my watching them, Claire went and got a chair and put it in the middle the room in front of a king-sized bed against the wall. She came and got me, took my hand and led me to the chair. They had clearly rehearsed the performance. She kissed me, then went to Jennifer and stood in front of her, holding her arms out straight, waiting for her friend to undress her. Jennifer took off her t-shirt and was nude, and she slowly removed each part of Claire's nightgown and kissed each part of her friend as it was uncovered.

Then Jennifer put her palm under Claire's mound and curved a finger between her pussy lips and slipped it in passed her second knuckle. Claire sighed and closed her eyes. Jennifer then led Claire to the bed and helped her down. Without removing the finger, she put her friend flat on the bed and stretched out between Claire's thighs.

With her finger still inserted in Claire, Jennifer placed her mouth over her lover's sex and put her tongue flat against those puffy, pink labia and swiped the length of the other woman's slit. Claire began to moan, putting a hand on Jennifer's head and raising her knees.

"Oh, baby, eat me," she said, her voice throaty and rough, lowered by her arousal. Jennifer began to move her head side to side, holding Claire's clitoris between her lips. After twenty minutes of being eaten Claire began to come, her orgasm rolling out of her like a lion's roar.

Jennifer kept at Claire's pussy until her friend held her away from her pussy because it was so sensitive. Jennifer kissed her friend's pussy and backed away. They rested, although not long before Jennifer got on her knees and told Claire to 'assume the position.' She got behind Jennifer and place her face against her girlfriend's bottom, reaching with her tongue until it contacted Jenny's puckered anus.

My blond girlfriend worked on my dark haired lover's bottom until she came as explosively as her friend had. I smiled at them both because Jennifer had been correct. I certainly did enjoy watching them make love. It was far better than any lesbian porn I had ever watched.

I did not leave when they finished, but sat watching them sleep. When Jennifer awoke she got up and came over to me. "Do you have anything better to do tonight, or would you like to spend the night with us and try to figure out something to do while you are here?" she asked.

I said I could not have anything better to do and I would love to sleep between them. Claire woke up then and kissed me. Then the two of them began removing my clothes. When I was nude I crawled in bed with them and got between Claire's legs as Jennifer stretched out next to me and started kissing me passionately as I repeatedly thrust into the woman below me.

We all slept until late the next morning, then we got up and had breakfast. Claire fixed us waffles and eggs, then after we did the dishes we all sat at the table. "We were wondering," Jennifer said, "if you'd like to be a family? We get along. We love each other, and we think we should get a place and be a polyamorous household," she said. "You've been courting us for months, that was obvious. Why don't we become a threesome?" she said.

It was the answer to my dilemma. I had fallen for them both, but I didn't know they were bi and had been roommates and lovers. We began looking for a place together the next weekend. When we found just the right house in Pacific Palisades we put a deposit on it and began moving our things into it the Friday after we found it. It had a closed-in backyard with plenty of privacy, a pool, and three bedrooms and we decided to convert one into an office that we would all share.

Claire would have one bedroom and Jennifer the other, and I would rotate between the two, spending one day a week with all of us in one bed. Both women worked at home, so when I was at work they would be free to spend time together and do whatever they wanted during the day.

On the third Monday after we all moved in together, when I got home from work they both greeted me at the door. They were both nude and they said they wanted to celebrate our new family. Jennifer started to undress me as Claire tended to my lips. When I was nude they knelt in front of me and shared my growing cock between them, kneeling on each side of my erection. Jennifer would hold it for Claire while she sucked and licked on it. Then Claire would do the same for my other girlfriend.

We have been together now for two years, and if I had to guess I would think it just may last. I am a happy man, sharing two women in one house. One never knows how things will turn out, do they? I really couldn't have planned it any better.