Story 1: Emma, Kym and Jen.
Note; all persons in this description/encounter were over the age of 18 at the time...
My name is "Emma" and I am a 45 yo married female. I am bisexual and in a monogamous marriage with a man. I know that seems like a difficult concept for many, but I fall in love with people. I do not have a 'preference'. Just like a heterosexual or homosexual relationship, monogamy can be a path you choose. I don't 'miss' women. I can compare it to my husband. He used to be dating a skinny Asian woman, I am a curvy woman of English ancestry. Nobody asks him is he misses Asian women.
This is part 1 of 3 stories about three different threesomes, FFF, FMF, and MFM.
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Now given the above intro it seems ironic that describing a threesome I have had. Those all occurred in my younger days before I settled down. Through the few non-monogamous encounters I did have, especially of the fmf variety, I discovered I was allergic to the real life drama they seem to attract after the fact.
My senior year of high school I dated my first really true love, Kym. She had the softest pale skin with long jet-black hair, deep blue eyes, and a slender build. Like me, she was very much into the punk/goth scene of the 1990s. Our school was in a fairly mixed liberal and conservative area of northern Virginia, and it was still difficult at the time to be openly "bi"... Most people, of course, think it's about who you are currently with... so we were that "lesbian" couple. We could have been more open about it, because most guys thought it was hot - that is, until they figured out we weren't going to sleep with them.
Around April of that year, Kym was accepted into college on the west coast. The school was near where her dad lived, and she was going to stay there full-time for 4 years (which turned out to be 6) until she graduated. I was going to go in-state a few hours from home. We ignored the issue of the long-distance relationship for as long as we could, finally having "the talk" on the night of our graduation. We'd remain friends but would not stand in the way of future relationships we may have in college and beyond. There were tears and the first session of breakup sex that night.
Around July we went out to see a concert ( L7 and Bikini Kill ) with a friend of ours, Jen. Jen was from a rather conservative family and, like many of us, found herself in high school. I had gotten Jen into the whole punk rock, goth, and riot grrrl music thing over the previous year. I think she really looked up to Kym and me as "the cool kids" so to speak. I used to loan her my band t-shirts and some black skirts and boots. I showed her how to do her hair and makeup like mine, such as her eyeliner (not too thick, a little extended off the corners of your eyes). That black lipstick actually did exist. I also taught her the right way to dye her hair and keep the Manic Panic hair dye from fading too fast. By the time summer rolled around that year, she was doing all of that on her own with her own unique style. Jen was a little on the shorter side, about 5'5" with a very lovely, curvy figure. Her 36D breasts well balanced with her somewhat voluptuous hips and ass.
We drove to the concert in Kym's gold 80-something Honda Civic. We called it the "Space Biscuit." After we parked the car in not the most upscale section of Washington D.C., ironically called "Mt Pleasant." We got out into the typical hot and steamy D.C. summer air and walked to the venue located in a large church. which had a theater that was rented out for shows at night. The one thing I loved about the shows at the churches was that they were non-smoking, unlike the 930 Club, which had become infamous for the smell it left on anyone who attended shows there.
There was some band playing when the 3 of us arrived, a smaller opening act. Bikini Kill came on after them. The three of us stood in the back. It was much too loud to talk to each other, so we just watched the band, danced, and jumped around. The three of us chatted between the bands. Jen was always in a good mood it seemed, always very playful and affectionate when she was out with us. Soon the main act, L7, came on. They had just started to become a "big" act, so the place was packed, probably to over capacity. The three of us were near the front, next to the "pit" where people would dance and wildly run into each other. We watched the band occasionally almost falling to the floor as the crowd moved around.Kym, Jen, and I stayed packed close together to pick one another up if we fell.
