In the morning, Kevin and Bobby dressed slowly, shyly. Eyes meeting, looking away, then meeting again, grins finally appearing at the silliness of it all. Yes, things had changed. But they were the same. There was no reason to act like something life altering had happened.
Even if it had.
Twice during the night they had awoken together, twice they had given the other pleasure. Kevin had felt nothing strange about touching his friend, enjoying the experience of making him tremble and shake. The last time, he had thought Bobby was going to go down and suck him, wondering if he, himself, would go that far in return, but both had stayed with just their hands. That had been enough. Things would, eventually, go father, he knew.
Which was good. After all, it was Bobby.
His Mom was leaving as they stumbled downstairs, off to work. She gave last minute instructions he half listened to, nothing important that he noticed. Feeling ambitious, Kevin pulled down the pancake mix and looked at the instructions. Without needing to be asked, Bobby went to the kitchen wall phone and called Vicky. She was with them ten minutes later.
"Man, I love pancakes," she told them, stacking four on her plate. "Is that still your grandpa's syrup?"
"Yup. Go easy on it," Kevin told her, frowning a bit. "I think there's still another bottle somewhere, but it has to last until he taps those trees again."
"We'll have to have eggs when we're at your place," Bobby told her, slipping into the chair across from her and forking some sausage from the plate Kevin was putting on the table. "I love the way your mom scrambles them."
"Vicky's egg was definitely scrambled," Kevin said, getting a playful growl from her. She grabbed the butter dish, cutting chunks off to stick between her layers of fractal shaped pancakes. Kevin, taking his seat between the two at the round kitchen table, cut slabs off the other end of the stick. "Any good movies opening today?"
Vicky shook her head.
"Naw. Some blow-em-up thing, and two girly comedies. All look stupid."
"The blow-em-up didn't look that bad," Bobby said, mouth full. "Stupid, yeah, but it could be fun. It's in 3D. And, it's from the makers of The Core. So, you know, it should be good."
Both looked at Kevin, awaiting his opinion.
"We can always check it out," he said, considering. "Wander the mall, then go to the movie. Maybe we'll be the only ones there."
"That would be cool," Vicky said, grinning. "It would be like watching at home!"
The three focused on their food. Kevin was definitely proud of his meal, not making too much of a mess around the kitchen. Nothing that couldn't be easily cleaned up.
****
The ring of the kitchen phone brought the eating to a pause. It was probably some stupid recording or salesman, Kevin knew. His parents both had cell phones, where is where any important call would go. If HE had a phone, they could probably get rid of the antique. Not that he didn't get a kick out of it. The white phone even had a long cord which curled like a spring, so you could stretch it out into the next room. He was debating whether to stand up and answer, as opposed to waiting for the machine in the living room to do so, when Bobby rose. He was sitting almost under the thing.
"Hello."
As Kevin and Vicky watched, his eyes widened in surprise, and confusion.
"Um, hi, Mom." Kevin shared a glance with Vicky. "Oh, nothing, we're just eating breakfast. Yeah, pancakes. No, Mrs. Drew left awhile ago." There was a pause. "Um, really? Sure. No, I'd like that! Let me finish breakfast first. OK. Yeah. I will. Bye, Mom."
Bobby hung up, expression turning sheepish as he looked at the others. Kevin sighed.
"Leaving us, I assume?"
"Yeah." Bobby sat back down, quickly cutting a hunk out of his remaining stack of pancakes. "Mom's meetings were canceled today, so she's taking the day off and wants to do stuff with me."
"That's cool," Vicky said. He nodded, mouth full.
"We can do the movie in a few days," Kevin agreed. He kind of suspected Mrs. Stanfield hadn't really had meetings canceled, just taking the day off, but the motives of parents were always something of a mystery. They finished breakfast in silence.
"Well," Bobby said, standing, "I think I'll have to bail on helping clean up."
"Just like a man," Vicky said, giving him the full force of her gender based displeasure. He nodded happily.
"That's me, all man." He circled around Kevin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "See you two later."
"Later." Kevin watched as Bobby paused beside Vicky. He leaned down, whispering something in her ear. Vicky's eyes widened, head turning to look into his face.
"No!"
"Yup! Enjoy!"
****
Vicky was quiet as the two teens filled the dishwasher.
Bobby had... done things with Kevin the night before. Played with him. Jacked him off. And Kevin had let him.
The whole gay thing, which, really, she had only begun to think about the previous morning, was now real. Bobby was in love with Kevin, and Kevin was happy to do... sex things with Bobby. God, that was so hot. She wished she had been there to watch. Hell, been there to take part! Vicky suddenly remembered the sleepover at her place tomorrow night. The three of them, alone in her basement. Her parents never checked on them after 10 PM. They could... wow...
"That's not a glass."
Vicky focused on what she was doing, which had been putting a plate up on the top where the cups went. She smiled apologetically, shrugging.
"Sorry!"
"Well, I know how sleepy you are this early, so I forgive you."
Which, of course, was a huge joke, as she was always up early and wide awake, unless she was up late, and even then she didn't sleep in all that long. She gave a theatrical yawn.
"You know, you're right. I should take a nap!"
"Don't let me stop you!"
Kevin closed the door to the dishwasher. Turning, he leaned back against the counter. Vicky liked the way his t-shirt was pulled a little tight, although she still couldn't see his nipples behind the blue fabric.
"So," he asked, hands gripping the countertop on either side behind him, "now what?"
Vicky knew what she wanted to do. Wanting, and doing, was always a huge gap for her. If Bobby was here, she doubted she'd hesitate. She was always more comfortable when they were three, instead of two, or one. Everything was right when they were three. As three, none could ever do wrong in the eyes of the others.
Kevin stood there, waiting for her. He always waited for her. Always. She was the newcomer to the group, not meeting the friends until they were two. He had made friends with her, asking his parents to invite her to any and all parties and activities along with Bobby. When boys and girls began breaking off into different cliques, he kept her with them. Never treated her like another boy, but neither did he treat her like some girl. She... to him, she knew, she was just "Vicky", and the way he said her name it sounded like the most important title in the world.
"I know what I want to do," she said, softly. Kevin cocked his head questioningly.
"And?"
She again wished Bobby was there. She had kissed Kevin the day before, with him as backup. Bobby gave her strength.
But, then, he WAS there. In spirit. Taking comfort and courage from that, Vicky moved to stand before Kevin.
"This." Leaning forward, she kissed him.
****
Kevin closed his eyes, her lips and body lightly pressed against his.
The difference between his two friends was, not light and day, but more cake and ice-cream. Both wonderful, but each with a texture and taste all their own. Vicky was ice-cream. Her lips were smooth against his, tasting of maple syrup. His mouth opened, tongue flicking out get more of that flavor. It was met, tentatively, by hers. Soft hands touched the sides of his face, caressing his cheeks. His own hands were at her waist, just above her jeans. He had meant to put them over her shirt, but as they slid up off her pants they found themselves on soft, bare skin. She was softer than Bobby, but not by much.
Vicky broke the kiss. Her eyes stayed closed for a moment. Kevin opened his, regarding her with wonder. The first kiss had been... well, nothing, compared to this. Just as with Bobby, so much more had now been said. When she looked at him again, Vicky's eyes shined.
"I love you, Kevin."
"God, I love you too, Vicky." He slid a hand up her side, moving it a bit so most of the trip was over her white top. He brought it to the side of her face, mirroring her hands on his. His right hand stayed on her waist. She licked her lips.
"You can love both of us?"
He smiled.
"I always have."
****
The two teens stood in Kevin's bedroom. Vicky regarded the unmade bed. Her two friends had lain there hours before, nude. She, too, was about to lie there, nude, with Kevin. Again, she wished Bobby was there. It was almost wrong to do things without him. She found herself trembling.
"Hey."
Kevin's hand tenderly touched her face. She looked at him. His expression was worried. Vicky smiled, hoping he bought the facade of bravery, but he knew her too well. Stepping forward he hugged her.
"It's OK, Vicky. We don't have to." She closed her eyes, trying not to cry.
"But I want to," she whispered. "I really do." And, she did. She wanted to be with him. Touch him. Be touched. Have him... touch her breasts, between her legs. Wanted... him to fuck her. God, she just wanted him to do everything with her! His arms squeezed her, mouth whispering into her ear.
"I think we should go slow. It's not a race."
She loved him. In that moment, like in so many before, that was the first thought to go through her mind. She loved him for not pushing her, for knowing her better than she knew herself. She loved him for loving her.
"What do we do?" she asked, softly. He chuckled.
"There's a big comfy couch we can watch TV on."
****
He was sitting in the den, waiting for her. She had told him she had to use the bathroom first. And she had. Looking in the mirror, getting her courage up, Vicky had removed her shirt, paused... and removed her bra. The shirt had gone back on quickly, before she lost her nerve. Coming out of the upstairs bathroom, she ducked into his room to hide the bra in his bed. If she forgot to put it back on before going home, she didn't want it lying around the house for his parents to find. The longer they thought nothing was going on between the three friends, the better.
She paused at the foot of the stairs. Would it be the three of them? Both she and Bobby loved Kevin, yes, but... her and Bobby? Would there be that, too? She loved him, of course. The idea of kissing him, and the other stuff, did excite her. But would he... kiss her?
Vicky didn't know. It didn't seem right that he wouldn't. The three of them did everything together.
Deciding to not worry about it for now, usually the best plan when the trio was divided, she crossed the house to the den doorway. Kevin looked over at her, grinning. He sat on the large sofa, right in the middle, arms stretched out along the back. The large TV had the Netflix menu up, Terminator all queued and ready to go. She grinned back.
"Good choice!" Walking over, she plopped down next to him, pressing against his side. Kevin's left arm came down off the couch back, going around her shoulders. His hand landed on her bare arm. The TV screen went black as he hit the play button on the remote. As she snuggled in closer, he tossed the now unneeded device onto the nearby recliner. He pulled her closer.
"Mmmm... comfy."
"This is even better." Taking his hand from her arm, Vicky moved it onto her breast.
****
Kevin gasped. Vicky did, too. Her bra was gone. He was holding her bare breast, covered only by thin fabric. Which made it not bare, technically, but who cared! He squeezed. She was soft, yet firm. He could feel her nipple against his palm. Kevin moved his hand, feeling the nipple scrape against his skin. Vicky let out a groan... and attacked.
She lunged onto him, mouth going for his face, both hands grabbing for his head. Kevin's free hand shot between them, trying to hold her off. That it, in fact, landed on her other breast was either pure chance, or a skill, until then, unknown. Her body lay on his, held aloft by his grip on her breasts. All sense of reason or comprehension vanished. Tongues touched, lips kissed, hands grabbed and fondled. At one point, his hands somehow ended up UNDER her shirt, warm, smooth brown skin cupped in his tan hands. Her shirt vanished entirely soon after.
Some unknown time later, as Kevin regained partial control, he found Vicky sitting on his lap, straddling him. She was rocking back and forth, the feeling in his trapped dick exquisite. Her breasts, still in his hands, were before his face. Dropping one hand away, he leaned forward to take a mound into his mouth.
****
Vicky let out a sound she had never thought herself capable of.
It wasn't supposed to be this good. It couldn't be. She knew now why girls got in trouble. Why there were sluts. Who could resist a boy who made you feel that incredible? That wanted? Needed? She rocked even more as Kevin flicked his tongue against her nipple, let it circle the hard nub, then flicked it again. She could feel his dick rubbing against her pussy. She wanted to fuck him. Would fuck him. Would do anything her Kevin wanted her to.
God...
****
"...no... stop..."
Vicky's words were faint, unsure. Kevin barely heard them. But... hear them his did. Both hands went to her bare arms, holding her still. He released her breast, head dropping back to the couch's back cushion. It felt like he had run a dozen laps in gym class, his breath fast and labored. Vicky's eyes were close, her mouth open. She trembled.
"Are you OK?" he asked, trying to make sense of everything. His brain was in a fog. Vicky nodded, slowly.
"Y-yeah. Yeah. Oh, God..."
"Did I go too far? Oh, God, Vicky, I'm sorry..."
"No! No! Oh, God, no... it's... I don't know WHAT it is!" She shook her head. eyes opening. "I mean..."
Not knowing what else to do, he pulled her down against him, hugging her tight. He fell over onto the couch, lying down with one foot still on the floor. She came with him, body moving so she was no longer straddling him, instead lying on top of his body, head on his chest. One of Kevin's hands stroked her bare back, the other her curly black hair.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever.
****
"Are you better?"
Vicky did not so much hear Kevin's question, as felt it as his chest moved under her ear. The sound that dominated her mind was his heart, pumping away beneath her. His heart...
"Yeah... yeah, I'm OK."
"What happened?"
What had happened? She snuggled against him.
"I... I can't explain. It felt so good... I was going to pop, you know? I've made myself do it, but... it's like I was losing control." She gave a laugh. "If you kept going I probably would have felt incredible. I didn't WANT you to stop! But I did! I don't know why..."
His hand began making small circles on her back. It was joined by his other hand.
"Doesn't matter. I love you."
He said it as if those words said everything. Explained all. And... they did. She felt tears coming.
"Tomorrow," she said, softly, "when we're together... I won't stop you. I'll never stop you when we're together. Either of you."
"Do... do you want me to stop it? Before it goes too far?"
"No, my Kevin... no. there is no too far, with you and Bobby…"