In this new routine, Clare left messages on my flat answering machine for me or Sarah to call her back, wherever she may be. With it now free of charge, we made full use of it, as there were never any questions asked by Nigel, the company's owner. He told me to use it, knowing I was working too many hours and that it was going to take a while before the new employees were to come online.
Speaking to Clare on the phone every night wasn’t ideal, as I would rather have seen her in the flesh. But at least the three of us remained in touch, and of course, there were always our weekends...
Then there were my parents. The first time they both came over to see my now-furnished flat, Sarah and I greeted them. There was a tour, a cup of tea, and then a chat before they left. It seemed they were now satisfied that I had done the right thing. No one brought up Clare or explained why they had already converted my old bedroom at my parent's house into a dining room.
With the factory where I worked now close to where I lived, I chose to normally walk the ten-minute distance. On my return journey, I would knock on the downstairs flat front door. It became another routine as I wanted to introduce myself to the downstairs tenant. However, despite the letting agent telling me the apartment was occupied, there was never any answer, and I came to assume the occupiers were on a very long holiday.
As for Sarah and me, we spent every evening, apart from Wednesdays, snuggling up together in my flat. Most of the time, we were simply enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other, perhaps even more than we did in Crete.
Once again, Sarah told me that our future could perhaps include Clare. But she just needed time—maybe even a lot of time to adjust. She reminded me that living in a village wasn’t always great, as everyone knew each other’s business.
There was no doubt that both Clare and Crete had energised Sarah. She was still beautiful, warm, and caring, but now she was completely open about the way she felt—there were now no secrets between us as a couple. I was not complaining, but she seemed always horny, and it felt like every time we were alone in the apartment together, she wanted sex with me.
By Friday of the second week, we had managed to have sex in all of the rooms, including the stairs and the landing. With a giggle, Sarah was pushing to do it inside the front porch as well as on the balcony.
As you could see from the road, I vetoed the porch, but the landing remained open for discussion. I left it with a grin and a “we will see.” These were the very same three words that Sarah often used when she didn’t want to commit to something I suggested.
And there was Sarah’s changing style of clothes. Her Crete dresses were soon joined by a draw full of sexy lingerie, which I hoped she would wear for me.
When I asked, she said, “Who else would it be for?” But then she gave me a cheeky look and a wicked grin, just to keep me unsure. With our new, agreed-upon, open relationship, I knew her question could have more than one answer.
There was one other thing...
Sarah proved herself right when she told Clare and me that she didn’t mind walking around in the nude. She bought herself a short, satin, pink kimono dressing gown with a floral pattern on it. In the evenings, when it was just the two of us, Sarah usually stripped off, showered, and changed into it.
I never once complained about having my beautiful blonde, eighteen-year-old girlfriend walking around in the near-nude. Even if she spent half her time deliberately teasing me, getting my cock yo-yo-ing up and down.
However, during those first flat-renting weeks, there was one thing she regularly brought up: when was I going to purchase an adult contact magazine?
*****
It was with some trepidation that I entered the newsagents in a shady part of a large local town. To get there, I had driven southwest for thirty minutes, well away from the forest, the city, and where I lived and worked. I did not want the chance to bump into anyone that I might know.
It only took a quick look up at the magazine rack’s top shelf and a scan along the line of adult publications to confirm that they sold exactly what I was looking for. I reached up, and my sweaty hand grabbed one copy of both quarterly adult contact magazines that sat there. With a brief look from the Asian man behind the counter, I paid the five pounds I owed, and he discreetly placed them into a brown paper bag.
With no immediate urge to look at them, I tucked them into my bedside drawer. I thought it would be best if Sarah and I read them together on Friday night when she'd be staying over.
This was a big step for us and our relationship. We needed to talk about what Sarah wanted to do. I was still uncertain. Crete had been more spontaneous—a mixture of being away from home, the holiday atmosphere, and even the alcohol we had consumed. It felt real here at home, and this time we were actively planning to share Sarah with another woman.
We may have dipped our toes into the water in Crete, but sharing someone you love was not easy, and I knew we needed to set some rules and continue our newfound excellent communication. But above all, I needed to make sure there was no possibility I would be sharing Sarah's heart with anyone except perhaps Clare.
I knew that before we went through those magazines, we needed to talk.
*****
It was Friday night, and our earlier talk with Clare confirmed that she was going with Brenda to Rainbows; it was the city’s best-known lesbian bar.
After the phone call, Sarah and I retired to our bedroom. She dressed in her pink kimono, me naked, each of us carrying our second glass of wine.
Sarah thought we were about to have sex, and she was right, but just a little later than she anticipated as first, we needed to talk.
I pulled out the brown paper bag from the bedside table and showed Sarah the two adult contact magazines. The first one was bright yellow and titled Adult Contact UK. The second one was red and titled Experience. They both had scantily dressed models on the front cover.
Sarah looked at me and grinned. “Two... David, are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No, far from it,” I light-heartedly replied, thinking how nervous I had been going into the shop yesterday. I only planned to do that once!
“Maybe you should purchase the next one?” I then suggested, now sounding just like I was trying to get rid of her.
“Yeah, right, I am sure you would go back again if I asked you to!”
I wasn’t so sure. I knew it would take time to forget that feeling of being watched when I bought them. That was the main reason I had purchased two.
There was also something else that was bothering me... We hadn’t yet told Clare of our plans to use an adult contact magazine to find an older woman for Sarah, to satisfy her desire to answer the ongoing question as to whether she was truly bisexual.
It was yet another secret we were keeping from Clare, just like Sarah’s payment for sex with Kurt. I didn't like that; we needed to discuss it, among other things. However, the main one was that I needed to be reassured that what we were doing was right for Sarah and us.
I just couldn’t forget Clare’s previous comments to me. She told me I was meant to be protecting Sarah, and perhaps more significantly, that Sarah wasn’t her.
Sometimes it felt like a conundrum. I wanted to keep both my girlfriends... as my girlfriends. However, Clare insisted she wanted to be out partying with other women, and now I found Sarah wanted to do something similar, though discretely.
Could I just say no? I questioned myself. I didn’t think so.
My gut instinct told me we must maintain sexual equilibrium if I wanted to keep both girlfriends. That is why I eventually purchased these adult magazines to help Sarah. Treat her as I did Clare, and I thought, at least we were further exploring Sarah’s sexuality together.
I reasoned that it was my other girlfriend, Clare, who was doing her own thing!
Sarah reached for a magazine, but I held it out of reach of her straining, outstretched hand.
"Look, Sarah,” I said. "I need to discuss a few questions with you, as I require some reassurance."
“Okay, what do you want to know?” She enthusiastically said, her eyes flicking between the magazines and me.
“First, what do you want to get out of this?”
Sarah giggled, “Several orgasms.”
I laughed.
She then added, “For me to have sex with another, older woman, silly.”
I told her that I needed a little more.
With a sigh, Sarah once again went through her sexual history, most of which I already knew. However, there was one thing that I did pick up on. When she was with Jerry, she told him that she wasn’t interested in dating boys her age and never had been. She preferred older men, Jerry’s age, or maybe girls.
I was taken aback when she revealed this to me, as I had assumed I was the first to be aware of Sarah being bisexual. I needed to clarify.
“Nothing happened, David. It was just before I discovered I was pregnant that Jerry suggested trying something like a threesome. It was only one quick conversation; remember our relationship was only sexual and completely clandestine.”