Kevin stared at the phone before him.
His parents were in the living room, watching some show tailored to their demographic. He thought it had something to do with crime. He was in the kitchen, both the love note and his 8th grade yearbook sitting on the round wooden table. A picture of a very pretty girl, and her phone number.
He was frightened to death of both.
This, he thought, was what happened when you stayed within your circle of friends. You never developed certain social skills. Other boys probably didn't have this problem. They could call up girls without giving it a second thought. This was totally a him thing.
Well, at least he wasn't asking her out. He already knew she liked him.
Deciding he had played out the drama long enough, Kevin picked up the receiver and dialed.
The phone rang four times. He wasn't sure which would be worse, having someone other than her answer, or her answering. Voice mail, he could safely hang up on. On the fifth ring, there was a click, and a girl's voice.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Is this Nitya?"
"Yes..."
"Um, hi. This is Kevin."
The moments silence that followed had him wondering if she knew lots of Kevin's, and if he should clarify by giving his last name. Then she spoke. Her voice... almost seemed to wrap around him. It was soft, comforting, inviting.
"Hi Kevin... I... I wasn't sure you'd call."
"I'm nervous as hell, but here I am."
"Why are YOU nervous?" Her voice was honestly surprised. Kevin laughed.
"I've never done this before. Calling girls and such. I'm completely out of my element!"
"Same here!"
"You don't call girls either?"
"You know what I mean!"
They laughed. Nitya had a nice laugh. A nice voice. There was a touch of an accent to it, Indian, he assumed. Whatever it was, it leant a bit of the exotic to her. Relaxing, he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat, free hand moving the long old fashioned coiled phone cord.
"So, you're going to Darien Lake next week?"
"Yes... would you like to come?" Her voice was nervous, but not extremely so.
"Well... yes," he said, before she started to think he'd said 'no', "but I'm not sure I can. I'll have to see."
"Your parents?"
"Well, yeah, them, but I also have to talk things over with Vicky and Bobby. Haven't done that yet."
"Oh."
There was definitely uncertainty in her voice, which he found perfectly understandable. The trio's relationship was hard to understand, and becoming more complicated all the time. Actually, it was very simple, for those involved. It was outsiders who could not understand. That was going to be the question here: was Nitya an outsider, or would they let her in? That option would be interesting, to say the least!
"Don't worry about that, though. What's your favorite ride at Darien Lake?"
****
"...so we talked for about half an hour, about nothing much."
"Can't imagine you doing that with someone."
Kevin tossed a small stone at Vicky, which she avoided easily, grinning. She was confident the deck didn't have many more of those for him to use. Hell, she didn't know how that one had gotten up there. A squirrel must have thought it was a nut. With a sigh, Kevin leaned back in his chair, Vicky doing the same. They were nice chairs, redwood frames with large vinyl cushions. The deck itself was her favorite part of her home. The ground fell away from the back of the house, with the result that what started as an outdoor extension of the first floor living room became a midair deck looking out over the yard. Someday, she was going to talk her father into letting them wall in the area under the deck, creating a clubhouse. So far, he had resisted easily. Too easily. It wasn't fair!
"So, anyway," Kevin continued, "I said I'd call back tomorrow and let her know. I also told her we could always do something else as well, instead of Darien Lake."
She cocked her head at her friend.
"You like her, don't you?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I do. I mean, she's read Heinlein. Or, at least, she's read Moon is a Harsh Mistress. She made a crack about if the three of us were in a line marriage."
"I'd say it was more circular, or at least an oval."
"Maybe a mobius strip?"
"Hmm... wasn't he an artist or something? I saw that name in the credits for The Fifth Element."
"Don't know. Are mobius strips what the girl in that movie was wearing?"
"Oh, yeah! She had no boobs, though."
"Definitely not as nice as yours."
"Thanks." She looked down. "I need better bras. These are getting small."
"You're getting big."
"Same thing."
The sound of the front doorbell came from inside the house. Vicky considered going in to answer it. That, really, would be a silly thing to do if you thought about it. Someone was outside the front of the house, so she'd be going inside to greet them and let them in so they both could come outside onto the deck. Maybe she should just walk around the house to get him? Or maybe yell for him to come out back. Assuming it was Bobby, naturally. If it was a stranger, that could get awkward.
The screen door opened, Bobby closing it behind him as he stepped onto the deck. Vicky smiled to him. Wait long enough, and Mom or Dad would solve complicated problems.
"Hey," she said. "How's it going?"
"Eh." Bobby sat on one of the two remaining comfy deck chairs, facing them on the other side of the deck. His body almost seemed to collapse into it, eyes closing. Kevin sat up, face concerned.
"You were over with your Dad?"
"Yeah." Bobby sighed, sitting up straighter. "I was over at the motel. It's small. One room, with a small fridge and stove. He seemed OK, though. We went out to look at apartments. He asked my opinion on them."
"That sounds cool," Vicky said. She wanted to go over and hug him. It wasn't right, him sitting all the way over there.
"I'm going to spend every Friday night and Saturday with him, apparently. Which... you know."
"Yeah." Both Vicky and Kevin nodded, sympathetic. Bobby shrugged.
"The last place we went to had a pool. I think that's the one he's going to try and get, and he'll be able to move in at the end of next week."
"That's cool," Kevin said. "Maybe we can use the pool during the week, while he's at work."
"I asked, and he thinks so.
"Cool," Vicky agreed. The whole divorce thing, really, was freaking her out. She didn't tell them, naturally. It was still a low level freaking, and Bobby was the one that needed the attention. Still, the idea of one of their families breaking up was horrifying. What if her parents split up? She didn't think it would happen, they seemed happy enough, but what if? She wouldn't be able to deal. Vicky knew that. She liked things stable.
Just like the three of them were stable.
Her mom appeared in the doorway, behind the screen.
"I just put the pizza in. You three want to eat out there, or come in?"
One exchange of gazes settled it.
"We'll eat out here, Mom. Thanks."
"Come in and get your own drinks. I'm not your servant."
****
The evening was normal. Routine. They ate. They talked. They gently teased both parents, and were teased back. About 8 PM, the three retreated downstairs to the rec room, leaving the adults to enjoy the living room. They played video games, watched TV, played some more games. Nothing was said that might not be parent approved.
That was for later.
****
Vicky watched as her Mom vanished up the stairs for, most likely, the last time. The lights were off, the large TV giving off the only illumination. On it, giant ants were being driven off by army men. The trio sat on top of their sleeping bags, leaning back against the old couch. The bags were aligned in a row, pointed towards the TV. Vicky wondered what her mom thought about the fact it was always Kevin in the middle, that the boys were not, in fact, flanking her. Maybe this was one of the reasons she still accepted, and supported, the sleepovers. Obviously, it wasn't two teen boys out to fool around with her daughter.
Until this week.
Vicky had wondered, just for a moment, if all those times they were alone and did nothing but enjoy each other's company had been moments wasted. If they could have been fooling around for years. The answer, she decided, was no. It just... had not been right, then. For her and Kevin to kiss, with Bobby not interested... no. No, not until it could be all three, not just them with her, but Bobby and Kevin with each other, their friendship could not have survived sex.
Now...
Kevin shifted beside her, his arm moving up over her head. She scooted over, half listening to the TV, half to the sound of footsteps above. Her mother walked through the house, doing the pre-bed checks as Kevin's arm went around her, pulling her close. Vicky turned slightly, raising her own arm so Kevin's hand could slip under it, finding and cupping her breast. Glancing over, she saw his other hand over Bobby's flat breast. He had the advantage there, of not having a bra in the way, even if there was less to grab. She looked back at the TV as her hand found Kevin's left thigh.
"Is there anything more romantic than giant ants?"
"That's why lovers go on picnics." Kevin gave her breast a squeeze. Bobby gave a chuckle.
"I can't understand why they haven't remade this one. It's great."
"Yeah. It's not like they haven't done every other classic."
Vicky let her hand slide up and down Kevin's leg. Her mother's footsteps had retreated to the other end of the house. All was clear. Turning, she looked at her friend. Kevin's face smiled in the black and white glow from the TV. Her heart beating stronger, she reached her left hand over, touching his smooth, white cheek. The contrast with her brown skin fascinated her. Another hand touched his face, male, fingers almost as delicate as hers. Kevin's eyes closed.
"We may be underground, but I'm in heaven."
Vicky caught Bobby's eye. He nodded. Shifting, Vicky moved her hand to the back of Kevin's head, turning it towards her. Leaning over, her lips touched his. It felt so good. So right. His tongue gently flicked at her lips, not demanding entry, just tickling, teasing. She answered, not sure if her moan was audible. His head turned away from her, Vicky's eyes opening to see Bobby's hand bringing those lips to his. She watched her friends kiss for the first time. It was not gay. It was... just love. Love.
As the two boys parted, Bobby looked at her. This was it. This...
He leaned across, Vicky's lips meeting his in front of Kevin. They were softer, but still those of a boy, almost a man. She heard her friend groan, his lips parting. She sent her tongue in, where it was welcomed with joy. Two hands entwined themselves in her hair, the feeling almost dwarfing the kiss itself.
Her eyes opened as the two friends drew back. Bobby's eyes were wide.
"I... love you, Vicky. Fuck gay, fuck everything. I love you. I love you and Kevin." Her hand went to his cheek, noting the same play of brown on white skin. Her other hand went back to Kevin's face.
"We're us. Together, we're whole. We're one. We're love." She wasn't sure she was making any sense, but the two boys nodded. Bobby's eyes twinkled.
"We're also overdressed."
****
They ganged up on Kevin. Bobby lifted off his shirt, stealing a few kisses before and after it passed over his head. Vicky was given the honor of removing his pants. She did the shoes first, sneakers tossed away towards the TV. His socks slid off easily, tube socks with blue stripes around the top. She was then confronted with the belt. Belts are designed, for the most part, to be worked by those wearing them. That said, it took but a moment for her to undo it, unbutton his jeans, grab the ends of the legs, and pull. Kevin helpfully lifted his butt, his pants sliding off easily.
All he wore was blue boxers.
Vicky bit her lip. There was bulge under those boxers. Reaching out, she ran her hand over it. There were ridges, a shaft. Bobby was next to her, whispering.
"Just take it off."
She nodded. Yeah. Just take it off. Her hands went to the elastic waist band. She pulled.
Her hands paused as Kevin's dick came free. It was big. Well over four inches. The top looked like a red mushroom, with a hole in the center. The shaft curled upward, pointing back towards his head, with a long upraised line running its length facing her. Even as she stared, her hands again continued their removal of clothing. Soon the underwear was off, tossed in the direction of the socks. Kevin sat there on his sleeping bag, back against the couch. Nude. His eyes were on her.
"Touch it," Bobby whispered. "Like this." His own hand reached out, gently caressing the shaft, moving up to run his fingers over the bulbous head. Vicky slowly reached her right hand over. Fingers touched the head. It was soft. Warm. They traced over it, feeling the little tiny ridges, almost like finger prints. Bobby's hand was on the shaft, gripping it, pumping slowly. He removed it, her own hand sliding down to take its place. Smooth hot skin slid over a hard, veined core. She could feel hard ridges under Kevin's skin. Below his dick, his balls hung there, faint brown hair covering them. Her other hand gently touched them. Kevin hummed in pleasure.
"I like that, Vicky."
She liked it, too. She pumped, slowly, feeling Kevin's hips almost moving to match her stroke. Bobby's lips kissed her cheek.
"Dare you to kiss it."
She turned to him, eyebrow raised.
"I dare YOU."
Their eyes locked. She saw uncertainty there. To love Kevin, kiss Kevin, even touch Kevin, was one thing. Here was the next test. His body shifted, laying out on the ground, head above Kevin's waist. Vicky held the shaft, hand still. Bobby hesitated, just for a moment... then dropped his head forward. His lips touched the top of the dick.
Kevin gasped. Bobby slowly placed kisses all over the head. His tongue flicked out, licking. Vicky shuddered. It was so... hot! Sexy! She let go, Bobby's hand taking her place. Suddenly he took the whole head into his mouth. Kevin let out a quiet moan. Bobby's head bobbed a few times, eyes closed. As he came up off of it, his lips gave a final kiss to the tip. He looked at Vicky.
"Your turn."
Vicky laid down, copying Bobby. He held the shaft as her head found itself over the now wet dick.
You hear about sex acts. You joke about them. Accuse people of doing them, all without understanding what, exactly, they entail.
She was about to give a blow job.
Except, she wasn't. Vicky looked down at her friend's, her lover's, dick. This was not a blow job. Not the act others their age claimed to or denied having done. This was different. Everything the three of them did was different. Not better, or more moral, but... different.
Eyes closed, she kissed it.
****
Bobby never felt as much love for his friends as he did now. If it had just been him and Kevin, he wasn't sure if he could have done all this. Wasn't sure if he could have had the confidence to be who he thought he was. But, seeing Vicky take Kevin's cock into her mouth, knowing that they were in this together, made it all seem right.
"My turn," he said, hand tangled in her hair. She rose up, red lips releasing the now very hard shaft. Her eyes turned to him, wide with excitement.
"Wow," she whispered. Kevin's hand went to both of their heads, their friend chuckling.
"That's my line. I'm gonna shoot soon."
"Shoot?" Vicky looked at Kevin, questioningly, as Bobby once again took his dick into his mouth. There was no describing the taste, or texture. It was... what it was, and it was wonderful. His tongue swirled, following every lead Kevin's body have him, every moan directing him as to what to do. His friend's hand suddenly clenched in his hair.
"Gonna shoot!"
Bobby pulled his head off, hand going to the shaft to keep pumping. He aimed it as straight up as the hard curved cock could be. Vicky's hand wrapped around his.
Kevin gasped as white sperm shot up into the air. Vicky let out a "wow!", two more pulses shooting up as their joined hands continued to pump. Knowing better than to keep going, Bobby slowed Vicky, their hands continuing to grip Kevin as they came to a rest.
"That," she said, breathing hard, "is cool." Turning to Bobby, her beautiful face burst into a grin. "Your turn!"
****
Bobby felt, and tasted, different than Kevin. The texture was different, her swirling tongue running over different bumps and ridges as Vicky bobbed her head. It felt so.... right. So intimate. She could do this for hours.
A hand touched her cheek. Knowing Kevin was waiting, she reluctantly raised up, releasing Bobby. Opening her eyes, she saw Kevin drop his mouth back down. He move differently than Bobby, slower, more gentle. One hand came over, and she took it. Kevin would never do this for anyone but Bobby. She squeezed, reassuringly, telling him she accepted him, accepted both of them, for who they were. If they had been one before, if the world would not understand their bond as it had been, what were they now?
"Gonna shoot," Bobby whimpered. Kevin's head kept bobbing, hand squeezing Vicky's harder. Was he gonna... wow! His movement suddenly stopped, eyes closed as Bobby gasped. Vicky watched, fascinated, as her friend seemed to drink everything Bobby shot out.
"That's so sexy," she said, shaking her head. Her body was on fire. As Kevin lifted off, her hands went to the hem of her shirt.
"My turn."
****
Vicky was laid out on Kevin's sleeping bag, her brown skinned body exposed to her friends. Four white hands ran over her, exploring, pleasuring, in the glow of the now silent TV. Bobby gently squeezed a breast.
"Lick it," she moaned. He did, lowering his lips as his hand moved to her other breast. His tongue flicked at a nipple so hard she thought it would fall off. Two more hands spread her legs. She shifted them, feeling fingers slide up her inner thigh, to her slit. "God!" Fingers explored her wetness, ran around the outside of her lips, found the upper nub. "There! There!" She tried to be quiet, clenching her teeth. A third hand slid between her legs. Her entire body stiffened.
So good... so good, with both her friend. Both her loves. As if sensing more would be too much, their hands moved to her legs, petting, caressing, leaving trails of wetness. Bobby released her breast. She looked up at them, eyes only half seeing. Saw them looking back with love, wonder. Between Kevin's legs, she saw his dick hard once again. She spread her legs wide, eyes meeting his.
"Put it in me."
Her love never hesitated. Bobby moved to sit at her side, hands taking hers as if to comfort and reassure her. Kevin moved over her, positioning himself between her legs. She felt him. Felt his hard cock against her wet opening. Her free hand went up, touching his face as his eyes looked down with wonder, love.
As if they were born to fit together, Kevin slid into her.
She was filled. Completely. Every ridge of his cock, every inch of him, pressed against her innermost being. She heard herself whimper, could not help but moan as he began moving. Her legs rose up behind him, holding him in her. Love... this was love... pulling his head down, she kissed him, a fierce kiss. His thrusts got faster, her moans keeping pace. He suddenly stopped... and she felt it. Felt the pulse. Felt the wetness. Felt his love.
Her legs fell back to the sleeping bag. Kevin, shaking, pulled out, moving away. Bobby took his place. Vicky welcomed him with a smile, felt him against her. Again, she was filled, her legs coming once again up to hug her love as he moved in her. Bobby's eyes were wide, amazed. Bringing his head down, her kiss was tender, loving. As he, too, sent his wetness up into her body, another round of pleasure accompanied it.
Kevin's hand caressed her cheek.
"We love you, Vicky…"