This is chapter 5 of "Our Song". I strongly encourage readers to read chapters 1-4 before reading this one, but for those of you who do not wish to, here is a short recap.
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Owen, the narrator, goes with his friend Joey to a pick-up bar. Joey has just found out his girlfriend was cheating on him, and needed to get fucked to ease his pain. Joey hooks up with Jessica, who puts out to him in the bathroom, but never hears from her again. Owen, on the other hand, meets Jessica's roommate, Song, a beautiful young doctor, and she becomes the love of his life.
After two exciting months together, Song tells Owen she is bisexual, and that she is missing being with women. They meet Nathalie online, and spend a wonderful evening together. It starts with a game of "truth or dare", and ends with all three of them in bed, having passionate sex.
However, Nathalie does not wish to make this a permanent thing. Afraid she would never find a woman who will want to be in a steady relationship with both Owen and her, Song gets depressed. Owen encourages her, telling her he would support her in whatever she decides to do.
Inspired by Owen's encouragement, Song takes a flight to Boston to meet Lisa, the first woman she ever had ever had feelings for, and the first person she was ever intimate with. The two hit it off right away, but each of them hides the fact she is in a relationship from the other.
Lisa has a hard time accepting Song's will to have her in her life, along with Owen. However, being bisexual herself, she agrees to give the idea of being a threesome a chance.
Fortunately for everyone, Lisa and Owen hit it off right away. The three spend a wonderful evening in bed before finding out Lisa is engaged to be married. She promises to call off the engagement, and does so on the following day.
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Lisa came to live with Song and myself in my apartment in Pittsburgh. Life as a threesome was good, but not easy.
Song was happy as I've never seen her before. The love she received at home, from both Lisa and me filled her up, and countered the pain and suffering she was seeing at the hospital every day.
"You made me a better doctor," she told us one day. "I come to the hospital with more passion than ever. I have enough love in my heart to afford to actually care about my patients, and not try to hide behind charts and test results. I love the both of you so much for that."
Having Lisa in our lives only strengthened the bond I had with Song. Being emotionally satisfied, she didn't crave for sex anymore, and did not jump me when I got home from work. She still had a healthy sexual appetite for both Lisa and me, but now it was based on desire, not on need.
Song and Lisa's relationship was full of passion. After Song returned from night shifts, Lisa would join her in bed, and they would make love, before Lisa would go back to work and let Song sleep. At night they would make love in front of me, going down on each other, giving each other wonderful orgasms. I loved seeing tears in Song's eyes as she climaxed. I liked watching her eating Lisa's pussy, giving her epic orgasms.
But their relationship was also full of bumps. The girls had two very different ideas about what it takes to run a household. Lisa was very tidy, while Song was anything but. Often they would get into gigantic fights over the tiniest things, like where to place one's clothes, or how well does one have to clean the kitchen counter, after preparing a meal. These fights would start small, often as a simple comment, but would mostly escalate to fights where both girls blame the other for not appreciating her enough.
Whenever I was around, they would usually take the fight to the bedroom and close the door, so I wouldn't be a part of it. It was usually Song's insistence, so I wouldn't have to take sides. From outside the room I would usually hear the loud voices without being able to understand the actual words. Then the voices would calm down, and then get silenced. For the most part, I would then hear moaning — typically Lisa's, as Song, the one who usually chose to give in, would make it up to her, by going down on her.
One or two minutes after the moaning stopped, I would usually knock on the door and ask if they were alright. Song would invite me in, to see them laying on the bed, naked, Lisa catching her breath from that great orgasm Song just gave her, and Song, touching herself vigorously, her face glittery from Lisa's juices.
"Come, Owen, fuck me!" she would say, and I would throw away my clothes and get my dick inside her. At these times, I knew I was only there to fulfill her physical needs. Her eyes were on Lisa. She caressed Lisa and kissed her as I was fucking her. I didn't mind. I knew she loved me. And besides, the sex was actually great. I was lucky enough to get make-up sex without even being in a fight.
Lisa and I never defined our relationship. We lived at the same apartment and slept in the same bed almost every night, except for about one weekend a month, in which she drove to Cleveland to see her parents. Although we weren't in love with each other, we were good friends.
On nights when Song was at the hospital, Lisa and I spent the time with each other. After dinner, we usually did not watch Netflix, and instead, we sat on the sofa and talked about all kinds of things. Sometimes we discussed Lisa's fights with Song, as Lisa tried to understand Song better, through my eyes. Other times we talked about us — Lisa and me — our dreams, our hopes. These were good conversations, and both Lisa and I cherished them.
After these conversations, Lisa and I would get naked and go to bed together. Sex with Lisa was good. For neither of us it wasn't as good as it was with Song, but it was good in a different way. The lack of intense emotion made it lighter, and in a way, more fun. We called it "friendly sex".
One night a week, when all three of us where home, we would skip Netflix and have an evening of fun, all three of us. Song, who came up with the idea and insisted on us doing it, called it "Our little weekly fuck party".
Every such party had a theme — some narrative we decided on in advanced, and we would improvise around it. One time, for example, I was portraying a famous rock start, and Song and Lisa were both my groupies, competing with each other over my dick. Another time, Song was a queen, and Lisa and I were her servants, having to satisfy her every need.
There was a time in which Lisa was a school teacher, who caught Song and I fucking in the restrooms and punished us by making us get naked in front of the entire school and make us do all kinds of sport activities naked, as she was masturbating in front of us. And one time I was a principal of an all-girls Catholic school, in which one of the nuns has caught the girls making out, and they escaped expulsion by giving their principal a sex-ed lesson he would never forget.
All these parties started with us fully dressed, sometimes wearing costumes (such as "school girl" costumes with nothing underneath, as in the last example), and end with us fully naked, after each of us had cum at least once. Song would pay special attention to having Lisa and myself fuck in front of her in each of these parties. She knew that the bond between Lisa and myself was key to the success of our relationship.
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Song told her parents about our threesome, and they were pretty cool about it, but neither Lisa nor I told our parents we were involved with two people. I told my parents about Song, and so did Lisa. The only person I've told about our relationship was Joey, when I met him for drinks after another girlfriend cheated on him and dumped him.
"Joey, I'm so sorry," I said after he told me what has happened. "You should start looking for nicer girls."
"I know," he said. "I have no idea why I pick on these girls. They all seem very nice at the beginning. And then you find out that they like fucking your friends..."
"Really? a friend?"
"Former friend. I'm not friends with him anymore after he fucked my girlfriend behind my back..."
"I'm so sorry," I said again.
"So what is that thing about you having two girlfriends?" he asked me.
"I don't have two girlfriends," I defended myself. "I have one girlfriend, Song, you've met her."
"Yes, I remember. Her friend was a great fuck. I really needed it that night."
"Turns out, Jessica was Song's lover," I said.
"You don't say!" Joey said, opening his eyes in astonishment.
"Now, Song has a girlfriend, named Lisa," I explained.
"So, Lisa is your girlfriend's girlfriend?" he asked, trying to grasp the situation.
"Yes. Song is bisexual. She's into men and women, and now she has a boyfriend — that's me, and a girlfriend — that's Lisa."
"So she hops between your bed and Lisa's?"
"No. Lisa lives with us. We all sleep in the same bed."
That was really hard for Joey to understand.
"So, when you fuck your girlfriend, this Lisa watches?"
"She usually turns to the other side to give us privacy, but yes, sometimes she watches."
"And when your girlfriend fucks her girlfriend, they let you watch?"
"Yes, I love seeing them fuck. They are beautiful together."
"So this Lisa doesn't mind you seeing her naked?"
"She doesn't. We like each other. We're not in love, but we like each other, so we don't mind."
