It was a one time only deal, our little three-for-all sex-capade. We had agreed on that beforehand, Lisa was married, after all, and Michael and I were... well, I don't know what we were. Either way, we had decided it would just be that once. But I thought about it often, and I know Lisa did too. In fact, she was trying to talk me into a threesome with her and her husband. That was out of the question. It wasn't just that I didn't want to risk our friendship, or her marriage for that matter, it was something more physical. The truth was, I knew I couldn't screw anyone but Michael. Of course, she pointed out, I had screwed her. But screwing her had been more like an extension of sex with him. He was the one that got my heart racing.
It had been several months since the three of us had been intimate, but the memories, well...let's just say they were powerful. I'm sure Michael had some pretty vivid memories of that day, too. I wondered what he enjoyed most about it? I imagine that lying back in bed with two naked, sexed-up women going at your boner makes a pretty good memory. I wouldn't know for sure, because we never talk about it. I asked him once what he thought about Lisa and he said she was "nice". Nice looking? Nice fuck? Nice girl? Nice-er than me? He wouldn't say. I'm not sure why he was uncomfortable talking about it, but I let it go. For now.
Of course Lisa and I discussed our three-way sex at length. Play-by-play, strategic analysis, logistical errors, all of it. Like, how our transitions from one position to another were not nearly as graceful as we had seen in the movies. And how we couldn't help comparing our bodies. Most of all, how the double-stimulation had made for double-strength orgasms. Secretly, I was wondering who Michael had preferred. Lisa was new to him, and that's always exciting. My body is better than hers, and I am less inhibited, but of course he is used to me by now. I would like to think that he and I share some chemistry, which can never be quantified, but I only know my feeling, he's not talking.
Tonight, Lisa is coming over after work. Her husband is away and she is afraid to be alone in her house over night. It is the first time she and Michael will see each other since our little love-fest. You can bet I will be watching their interactions closely. Michael doesn't usually mind my parade of girlfriends traipsing in and out, but obviously Lisa is not just any other girlfriend. I am praying he doesn't pop right out of his pants at the sight of her.
Overreacting is my specialty, so I am relieved to see that Michael greets Lisa in his usual laid back way. Lisa is a little flustered which surprises me, but I know she felt awkward about seeing Michael again, and I have to admit, it's pretty weird. She recovers quickly and heads for the couch. I turn on the tv and join her. Michael sits down on my other side, and a feeling of deja-vu runs through me. Then a movie starts and we are all three engrossed. It is a couple of hours later when I wake to see that Lisa has fallen asleep too. Michael, wide awake, has been watching us sleep, probably reminiscing.
