Threesome Living Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

The year was 1984, my best friend and I graduated and headed off into the real world. Attached at the hip we settled for an apartment in the part of town where other lesbians lived. What we found was a culture of mostly uneducated service industry women, some withdrawn others on the cutting edge of the rainbow movement. We didn't fit in, coming from an upper socioeconomic background with professional credentials.

We stuck it out for six months before moving, where girls like us were not out in the open. We faked it, set up two bedrooms, but slept together and kept our panties in one drawer. Our respective jobs were easy, getting our first raises and promotions. At my work we had an outing, an overnight trip down to the ocean. A house had been rented and we volunteered to take one bedroom. Early in the morning one over eager coworker barged into our room and found us in a morning embrace. "Oh" and she covered her mouth.

It was her first ever encounter with girls like us, she wasn't upset, she was curious. To show her that being close with a girl was easy I kissed her. And kissed her again, and again. And that's how she became our girlfriend, joined us for a weekend, and moved in with us, we had the second bedroom.

In no time she added her panties in our drawer, and snuggled up in the middle. And going on forty years later she's the middle girl in our bedroom and her panties are mixed with ours in the drawer.