Opening Note: This is a combination of the previous 'Triangle' chapters plus the ending you have been waiting for. All characters are at least 18 years old. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author.
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Carol Denning looked at the drama class booklet on the sink in front of her and then at her face in the steamy bathroom mirror. The slightly wrinkled face belonged to a forty-year old single mother of three who was about to take a drama class at a local production company. She had majored in Drama almost twenty-two years ago but when she discovered she was pregnant with her first child May she quickly dropped out. Since that time her whole life was devoted to being a good mother to her kids and a good wife to her husband Ben who had left her five years ago for a younger woman. She had been looking for a drama class for older adults but nothing had popped up until now.
"Mom. You're going to be late for your first class." Becky yelled from the bedroom. They had just finished dinner and she had agreed to do the dishes so her Mom could get ready.
"OK!" She yelled back. She quickly pulled on her new black lace bra and matching panties. The skirt and blouse did a good job hiding the dark underwear. She hurried down the stairs and grabbed her purse. "Wish me luck." She said as she kissed her daughter on her forehead.
"Break a leg Mom!" Her 18 year old teenage daughter Becky yelled as Carol ran from the house.
Carol hit some bad traffic and was worried about being on time. She drove around the streets for almost fifteen minutes before she found a parking space that was more than four blocks from the drama building. "Shit." She said as she looked at her watch. She was ten minutes late. The instructor was reading off the list of students when she flew through the door.
"Carol?" He asked looking up at her.
"Yes." She said embarrassed to be late. She glanced around the room to see if there were any other older classmates but didn't see any. She moved into a seat in the first row.
"Hello. My name is Tom Bennigan and I'm your instructor for this class. I can see we have a good mixture of men and women as well as a variety of ages." He glanced at Carol who smiled back at him.
"This is just an introductory class that will give you all a chance to do a short romantic play. The play is one that I wrote and is called "Triangle." He took a stack of stapled papers and passed them to each student. "The story is about a newly married young man and woman who rent a room at a young widow's home. Act one sets up the characters, act two shows some flirting and petting between the man and widow, act three involves the two women getting closer and act four brings them all together. I'm only giving you act one tonight to read and practice."
One of the guys held up his hand. "They have a threesome?" The rest of the class laughed.
"Brilliant." Tom said smiling. "Triangle, threesome, MΓ©nage A Trios, or whatever you want to call it."
"We won't really be having sex right?" A young girl with flaming red hair sitting in front of Carol asked.
"No. That's what acting is. However, there will be some kissing, touching and even acting out some of the sex acts. So if that bothers you I'll understand if you want to leave." He looked straight at Carol. She looked away. No one got up to leave.
"First we need to break you up into groups of two women and a guy. Luckily we have twice as many women as men." Tom said. "As I go around the room I'll assign you a number. When I finish I want you to join up with the others in the class with the same number I gave you."
"But, I wanted to be with my boyfriend." A cute blonde girl tossed at Tom.
"Then it wouldn't be much acting would it?" Tom injected. He then went around the room and gave everyone a number. "OK let's take a ten minute break to allow you time to join up."
Everyone just sat there looking at each other. Finally one of the girls said. "I'm number one." A guy in the back smiled, "Me too." Another girl held up her hand. "Me too."
Two more numbers went and then Carol said she was number four. She turned around to see a black girl smile at her. "Me too." They both looked to see a handsome guy in the back row stand up. "I'm number four." The rest of the groups were formed and they each took a ten minute break. As Carol stood by the water fountain, the guy in her group walked up to her.
"Hi Mrs. Denning." He said smiling. "You don't know who I am. Do you?"
Carol look at his blue eyes. He did look familiar. She shook her head no.
"I'm Danny." He said. She still looked puzzled.
"Danny Jones. I went to school with your son Jim."
"Oh my god." She smiled as she looked up and down his hard body. "You can't be little Danny."
"No I'm not little Danny." He laughed. "At least not anymore."
Carol realized he was not just talking about his height or bulk. "We better get back to class." She said nervously.
"Get with your group and decide who will be doing what part." Tom shouted to them as they strolled back into the class room.
Carol and Danny stood while the cute black girl walked over. "I'm Amy.' The girl said smiling. They introduced themselves and looked at the list of characters.
"It's obvious that I'll be Gloria." Carol laughed. Gloria was the widow.
Amy smiled at Danny. "I guess you and I will be Julie and Jack." Amy had noticed the handsome white guy when he came into the room and had hoped she would get to meet him. Not only would she meet him she would be married to him. Since she had never dated a white guy before her heart was pulsating.
"Great." Danny said smiling at her. He also had never dated a black girl before.
"I think we are supposed to read through the script first." Carol said as they moved over to a corner of the room to be by themselves. They all opened the script and started reading their parts. The first scene showed Julie reading the newspaper in bed while Jack slept beside of her. She woke him up and told him about an apartment for rent nearby. Jack pulled her down to him and kissed her.
"I guess we kiss at that point." Amy smiled over at Danny.
"I think you do more than that." Carol giggled. She read the next paragraph that said the two of them touched, kissed and frolicked for almost five minutes.
Danny looked at Amy. "Your boyfriend won't be jealous will he?"
"I don't have one at the moment." She smiled back at him. "How about you?"