Sometimes Three Is Not A Crowd

During spring break in Florida during my junior year in college my college roommate and bedroom roommate at the hotel came and sat beside me on the bed. She squirted some hand cream on her fingers, reached into my panties and told me to relax and enjoy the trip. Her fingers worked my clit and I gave up trying to stay aware and I went on a trip, until with a series of convulsions I orgasmed and she leaned down and kissed me telling me she loved me.

We somehow found a way for her to love me and me to accept her into my life. Many nights she came to my bed so we didn't sleep alone. She showed me how to be her love without me having to be the lover. When the day came that a guy was there to spend the night, she let herself be loved on by him too. When four years later I got married and changed my name, she legally changed her name to his too.

For fifteen years, three kids, we share a home, a bed, a life. To those who see us from the outside they see a man with two women, but in our home it is two women with a man. We found a way to love and be loved, and have a man in between.