Amy's Tale, Chapter 5
I woke up to the kind of sight a man could get used to, that of two of my favorite people in the world laying on each side of me. Despite our amorous activities last night, somehow, with the power of youth, I supposed, I was sporting my typical morning wood.
I felt Jen grab my cock. I looked over at her, and she winked at me. Right then, I felt another hand on my cock, and I glanced over at Ann. She was so beautiful. She looked like a forest nymph out of a story. I don't know what it was, but right then, I wanted her more than almost anything.
"Someone seems really excited this morning." Ann said.
"He's probably remembering what he did last night." I replied.
Both girls giggled. I glanced over at the clock. 5:58. Shit. Amy would be here any time for our standing 6 AM run. I groaned, Jen glancing at the clock.
"Have fun on your run, sweetie." She said as I stood up. Ann moved into Jen's arms as I started pulling on a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. They looked like angels right then, and I felt a warmth in my heart. I actually felt emotion hit me right then, and I almost cried. I have no idea where this was coming from right now, but I needed to be ready to go. I was kind of surprised Amy wasn't hear right now. She was never late.
I was pulling on my first shoe when she came in.
"Hi." she said.
"Hi. Almost ready. Give me a sec." I pulled on my other shoe, and took a swig of Jen's mouthwash as we walked out the door, spitting it into a bush when we hit the Quad.
"Let's go." she said, and we were off.
Two miles in, she was ready. "I love you." She said.
"I love you too." I told her.
"I think I love Fiona."
"Ah. I'm happy for you. Where does that leave us?"
Amy was silent for a few minutes. "I want us to all be together. I love you, and I love Fiona. I want you both."
"Then what's the issue?" I asked.
"I checked out a few books on this type of relationship from the library..."
I cut her off with "This is an actual type of relationship? I'm kind of surprised."
"Are you stupid? Yeah, I'm the first person in the entire history of mankind to be in love with two people of different sexes, and wanted to have a relationship."
"Damn, sorry! I was just surprised."
"No, I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just really tense right now. Worried. Strung out, really."
I stopped. Amy stopped. "Why? It's OK."
Amy burst into tears. Hard tears, and was in my arms. "It's not OK. I love you both, and I might lose you both!"
I sighed. "It's OK. I told you before, it's fine. I'm willing to share you with Fiona."
Amy was struggling to pull it together. "It's not that simple. Everything I've read says that for a relationship of this type to be successful, it needs to be a true three way relationship, because otherwise jealousy will kill it."
"Amy, I promise you, I will be fine no matter what happens. I'm willing to try and make this work. Really."
"Fiona wanted to talk to you when we get back. I don't have a clue what she's going to say or do. What if she wants you to leave so she can have me all to herself?"
I felt tears forming in my eyes. "Then I'll cross that Rubicon when we get to it. Right now, you should be pretty fucking happy you're in love with two different people, both of which love you back. The odds have to be pretty low on that."
"You are way to nice to me. Most other people would have dumped me by now."
"I am not most people. I promise I'll talk to her when we get back, and I will do my best to figure out a way to share you. And if Fiona makes it a me or her thing, I'll talk to you about it, and we'll figure it out. No hard feelings. Yeah, it's going to hurt, but I just want you to be happy, and I'm not going to stand in your way. When you're old and wrinkled, and if we're not together any more, I want you to remember me and only have good memories. I tell myself the same thing about you."
And just like that, she was in my arms, kissing me. We finished our run, not really talking a lot after that. I could tell she was wound up, her overactive brain locked on our relationship. I didn't want to remind her we had a party to go to tonight. Ugh. If Amy and I were going to be done, I told myself I was still going to go with Jen, since I needed to meet with her professor. Damn, life could be complicated.
We got back to the room, and I went to take a shower. I stood under the hot water way longer than I usually do, lost in my own head. I had no idea where any of this was going. My life was out of freaking control. How did I go from having the best sex of my life to potentially being alone after this? No way I could keep seeing Jen and Ann if Amy and I broke up. Which really sucked. Which was really the sucky cherry on the sucky sundae. I tried to bring myself out of my spiral. It's fine. Get control. I talk to Fiona, and it'll either end well or it won't. Why worry right now? And if it ends badly... STOP! Damn. Control could be hard.
I knocked on Fiona and Ann's door. Fiona let me in, and it was clear she'd been crying. Great.
We exchanged pleasantries for a few seconds, and then she said, "Amy told you we're in love."
"She did. She's freaking out."
"I am too."
"Why?"
"Don't you hate me?"
I gasped. Didn't see that coming, but again, I'm not the brightest bulb in the drawer, if that makes the point more clear. "No I don't hate you. You've been nothing but nice to me."
"But Amy's in love with me now."
"She's still in love with me. It doesn't bother me she's in love with you. You're a woman, not a man. If you were a man, it'd be different, at least to me."
Fiona was silent for a few moments. "Really? How do you not hate me?"
"Because, first, I love Amy. If you haven't noticed, she's very free with her emotions and her sexuality. She loves really hard, and when she discovered she was bisexual, she just came right out and told me, and we discussed it, and I told her it was fine. We'd find our way through it, if she wanted. Again, if you were a man, it'd be much harder, as I'd be comparing myself to you, wondering what you had that I didn't, that sort of thing. But you're a woman. You're filling a need with her I'll never be able to fill. You make her happy in ways I can't make her happy. So I'm Ok with it. And second, like I said before, I like you. I feel like we can get along. If you're willing to make an effort with me."