"Bill... Would you... would you," taking a deep breath, "Would you like to make love to our very dear friend... Valerie?"
My world came to a stop. I think even my hand stopped stroking her bare back.
I didn't say anything. Just tried to grasp what the love of
my
life had just asked me. Thoughts racing through my brain in a nanosecond.
'What?'
'Where did that come from?'
'Why?'
"Bill?"
Kathy's face was now inches from mine. Those soft blue gray eyes. A look of love and gentleness. Her voice soft.
"Kath... Where did
that
come from?" I softly asked.
She leaned in and lightly kissed my lips.
"Don't you know...? You're not supposed to answer a question with another question."
"I don't understand."
"It's a simple 'yes' or 'no' question. Asking for a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer," she softly said.
"I can't answer that, Kath. It's
not
a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer."
"Why?" her voice still soft and quiet.
Taking a moment, and taking a cleansing breath.
"I can't."
Her soft lips on mine. Her eyes making me melt into hers. I hate it when she makes me melt like that. Well, maybe not. But still...
"Would it help, if I told you that I already
know
the answer?" her lips on my cheek.
I just looked at her. Confused.
"You two love each other."
I started to say something. Kathy put her soft fingers against my lips.
"You two have loved each other for a long time. Before either of you even knew it. Before either of you wanted to acknowledge it.
Long
before you actually said the words to each other last winter, at the end of the quarter. You two have shared those heartfelt words many times since then.
"You held her, as she cried on your shoulder, after that day when she visited the Art Institutes. She thought you were mad at her for not including you in the whole idea of changing schools. That she was afraid of losing her two closest friends. I think that it hit her to the core. It was something she was determined to not let happen... no matter what.
"Valerie's been naked and in our bed a number of times. The first time we comforted her during that storm. The second time was the night she moved in with us and just wanted to be close to us. The time she cried on your shoulder as we comforted her after that 'asshole' of a date. And then when it got cold... I'm glad you didn't get her an electric blanket. And many other times."
There was a brief smile before turning serious again.
"You've held her bare body against yours many times. You have always been respectful and careful with her. Even when putting sun tan lotion on her front.
"So, why am I asking you now... if you'd like to make love to our best friend? Most women wouldn't even consider that... sharing
their
man with another woman... even a best friend."
I started to say something again. And again, Kathy pressed her soft fingers to my lips. And then kissed me.
"Before we go any further. Would you please answer my question?"
Rolling to my side so that we were both on our sides, looking deeply at each other. Kathy's hand gently stroking my cheek. Her cute little nipple peaking back at me. My hand gently stroking her cheek.
"Yes, Kath. I would like to make love to our very best friend.... Valerie," I whispered.
She leaned in and gently kissed me.
"See. That wasn't so difficult, was it? Besides, like I said, 'I already
knew
the answer'," her voice soft and gentle accompanied by a gentle smile.
She scooted in close and our lips met, before pulling her on top of me. The kiss went on... and on... and on.
"I love you, Kathy."
Kiss.
"I love
you
, Bill,... We'll talk about it some more. Think about it."
Kiss.
..........................................
Kathy said she wasn't going to say anything to Valerie until I was ready. However, I did start to look at Valerie differently. Kathy noticed immediately. There was always a tender smile when I looked back at her. Valerie didn't notice.
Loving someone and being 'In Love' with someone are two different emotions that I had never consciously thought of. I knew that I definitely loved Valerie. But, was I 'in love' with her? I definitely missed her when she was gone. But, not like I missed Kathy when
she
was gone, like before she moved in. With Kathy, it was an emptiness a loneliness. That part of my heart was missing and longing for her return.
I was not good at sorting through these types of emotions and feelings. I'm a guy.
I was reminded of a cartoon I saw comparing the control panels of what controlled a woman's emotions and what controlled a man's. The woman's control panel was filled with lights, buttons, switches, and dials. The man's... one switch... 'On'... 'Off'.
Thoughts and questions kept going through my head.
'What would our, as in all of OUR, feelings be toward each other afterwards?'
'Was it going to be just a 'one time' thing? Or would Valerie be joining us in our bed. Or would there be times when it was just Valerie and me? I knew that Kathy and I would always have
our
times together.
'What would I feel when I made love to Valerie?'
'How would I feel
after
I made love to Valerie?'
Most important, 'How would
Valerie
feel?'
I think
that
thought was
the
most troubling. There was nothing I would do that would ruin our friendship. Our closeness. Our trust. Kathy was obviously OK with the whole thing, as it was her that brought it up. But, why? I couldn't do this until I understood the real 'Why'.
I knew that if I told Kathy that I couldn't do it. That she would let it pass. So, there was no pressure.
.......................................
A couple of nights later, I said to Kathy, "Let's go to bed."
My smile was soft. She knew it was a 'let's talk some more' smile. Non-verbal communication.
We said 'good night' to Valerie. She gave us a sly grin, figuring we were off for some 'lover's play-time', as it was still early.
We quietly got ready for bed: short shower together, teeth brushed... all that stuff.
Kathy draped her warm body over mine and waited. She knew to let me lead at my own pace. My hand gently stroking her smooth back.
The feeling of her warm soft bare breast against my side. The soft patch of pubic hair against my thigh. The scent of the body wash that I had used on her body a few minutes ago were all very comforting and drew me into her. I kissed the top of her head. She leaned up, kissed my cheek, then comfortably rested her head on my shoulder with her hand on my chest and waited.
"Kath. When I first asked you 'why', you went on and talked about the connection that Valerie and I share. How everybody has seen it. How much Valerie and I already love each other. Which are all very true. But, it didn't answer the
real
question, of 'Why?'"
"I kind of thought that would be where you would go," She knew me so well.
"I'm glad to see that you've been seriously thinking about it. Over the last couple of days, I could tell you were. I could tell that you were looking at Valerie differently. I can't describe how
much
differently. Just differently. Like you were looking at her as more than a very good, and close friend. Deeper than that. And that's fine. What we are talking about here is something that is very personal... very intimate. Let me see if I can help. Tell you what's on my mind about Valerie and you.
"You
know
that she has never been with a guy. I think she's let you do more with her than she had with even that looser of an ex-boyfriend. And that's being kind."
"Yeah. I kind of figured that."
"A girl only has a 'first time' once. Every girl dreams that her first time will be something to be remembered. To remember that it was warm, tender, and loving. Not many girls get to experience their first time like that... not even me," her voice lowering to a soft whisper and almost cracking. I held her tighter. Once again, I wanted to kill that asshole.
"If the guy is as inexperienced as the girl, they'll fumble through it, and it's over in two minutes, or less. The girl laying there and wondering, 'what just happened?'. Wondering if
that's
it? Possibly feeling 'used'.
"The guy laying there, after just getting his rocks off. If the guy is just out for a 'conquest' then the girl feels cheap, like she's been used and discarded. I've known a few girls where that's happened. It affected them deeply, and for a long time.
"Bill. Valerie, our friend, deserves better than that. She
deserves
to be 'made love' to, for her first time. From a guy that loves her. From a guy that will treat her with love, respect, and caring.... A guy like you... her friend... her very
dear
friend."
"But Kath, she's put up so many 'not-to-be-crossed lines' I don't know that she would want to go there with me. To take our relationship to the next level. To become more than best friends."
"What level would that be?" Kathy's voice still soft and comforting.