I was the college girlfriend, and my boyfriend had graduated and was living in the city where he got a job. I went to visit for spring break. He made arrangements for me to stay with a female coworker. At her apartment, I was sleeping in the extra bedroom, he stayed well past dinner and got hot and heavy chasing his coworker. A lot of running around the table, and grabbing her and humping on her and she went and hid in her room, but he got in anyway and he had sex with her on her bed. Everything was ha, ha.

I was pissed, and she was pissed. He wanted us both to come and get in bed with him. We put our foot down and told him to go you know where and we locked ourselves in the spare bedroom, where she and I slept in the same bed. He woke us up demanding that we go to him, he told us through the door that he had a real bad hard on and he needed one of us. It was then that we started to hold hands, we were looking at each other, whispering that we didn't need him, that we could do without him and it served him right.

When we did come out the next morning we announced to him that we were no longer interested in him, that we could do well enough without him. After breakfast, he screwed me. It was really good. And after it was over I went to her and she held me to let him know that he wasn't the only one. It felt amazingly good to be in her arms, rocking back and forth. That night after we had sex with him we went to the extra bedroom to sleep, that night we slept in a spoon.

That he is our boyfriend is understood, but we are in our thirties and at some level deep down inside we are lesbians. We live together and even though he has moved out we still sleep in the same bed and now that he is not around we make love. It is very sensual and starts with long embraces and warm kisses and most of the time ends with one of us having an orgasm from manual stimulation. We have taken on oral stimulation, as much as anything out of sense that we need to do this, but orgasms are entirely from embracing and manual stimulation.

He came to see us last weekend and he fanned the old flames and I ended up having sex with him. This is often and not a one time thing. From time to time, if things are really hot we both get in bed with him. He can have sex with us, all he wants really. We just can't live together anymore. We need our own space, if he is around we never make love together. We are on or off in that sense. Sometimes the feelings of loneliness make us cry out for him. But at other times we need our quiet time. It is hard to explain, we don't feel that we have sex, we have something different. It is a closeness that comes from being together. We tell ourselves that we make love, but we have sex with him. Sometimes we just need to make love. Sometimes we don't want him around. Sometimes we just need to be together. Sometimes the best thing in the world is just having a cup of tea in the morning with her.