Clare’s story…

Clare looked into her refreshed cup of tea and then sipped it before glancing at me. Maybe she noticed that my demeanour had changed, as there was hesitation in her voice.

“My story is similar to Sarah’s. What happened was almost by accident, as I ended up having sex with a man.”

I felt my stomach turn as I looked at Clare.

"How could she do that to me?" I thought.

"But you told me that you are only into girls?" I enquired, knowing that was only partly true.

Clare wiped away a tear. “I know, and I am sorry that I was unfaithful; I never planned it, and I know it should not have happened.”

“We want all the details, Clare, just like I had to confess to,” Sarah injected, now looking happier. Then, in an act of reassurance, she put a hand on Clare’s knee and helpfully added, “I feel better now that what happened with me is out in the open.”

Clare weakly smiled at my blonde girlfriend before continuing. “As you know, when I dressed for Brenda, I only wore a red thong and thigh-high black boots—nothing else.

David, you called it "Pussy in Boots," and you were not far wrong, as I already knew later that I would be entertaining in the turquoise bedroom.

To start with, Brenda and I just circulated. That was when we met you and Karen, and we chatted in a group, with Paula later joining us.

After you and Karen left, I continued to circulate on Brenda’s arm. She was showing me off, almost parading me in front of her friends. It is a big thing for her; it invites ownership, but we all know that is never going to happen with me.

I did it for our friendship and the fact that I enjoyed it. Brenda even invited some of her lesbian friends to touch and kiss me as I walked around. It felt very different from Rainbows, as there were even invitations to join us in the turquoise bedroom. Brenda was making it obvious to everyone I met that I would be having sex with multiple female partners.

That we were going to be watched.

By the time we got to the turquoise bedroom, most of the coloured rooms were in use. However, there was a large notice on the turquoise-coloured bedroom door saying, “Reserved for Brenda.” When I went in, Paula was already in there, naked. She was with a lady I had met earlier, called Patricia. 

Soon, I found myself on the bed, with Paula nestled between my legs and Patricia and me sharing a kiss. However, Brenda didn’t join us; she chose to watch me and guard the wide-open door.

Tanya joined us, with me at the centre of their attention. It was exactly what Brenda had promised, as more lesbian ladies seemed to appear.”

Clare went on with her story and explained how Christine and Joan later joined her on the bed, each in turn pleasuring her as Brenda watched on. It was only later that her bull lesbian girlfriend joined in and fucked her with her piece.

I explained that Karen and I had briefly watched, and Brenda had asked Karen if she wanted to join in, but she had turned down the invite.

Clare continued with her story, and though she couldn’t remember all the details, she admitted that she came multiple times, though she didn’t regret it and certainly wasn’t embarrassed.

It was what happened later that she was ashamed of.

“When the six ladies had finished pleasuring me, Brenda and Paula wanted to go to bed as they were tired. I told them I would join them later as I was thirsty and needed something to eat. What I didn’t tell them was that my body felt alive, that I was still horny, and could do with another fuck!”

“You tart!” Sarah surprisingly said, smiling.

Clare, who nudged her back, replied, “Takes one to know one.”

I remained silent, unsure of what to say, yet aware of the impending revelation.

However, it seemed, though upset, the girls seemingly could find humour in the fact they had been unfaithful to me!

Clare continued… “It was getting late, but there were still a few people around. After eating a couple of sausage rolls and drinking a glass of water, I felt refreshed, and then I met Jill.”

With that, Clare’s head went into her hands.

“Club Eden, Jill?” I questioned, finding my voice.

Clare nodded.

“It was Jill who gave me that card. We got talking, and before long, we were going to the green bedroom. It was just Jill and me, but then her husband appeared. It was so similar to what Sarah just told us.”

Clare went quiet for a moment before announcing, “Brian wore a condom… He said he had seen me with all those girls and that he knew that I was a slut and that he had to be careful not to catch anything off me.

Like Sarah, he also fucked me from the rear as I tongued Jill to her orgasm. In truth, I would have preferred Brenda’s plastic cock, but it was Brian’s, and it satisfied my pussy, and, yes, I came on it. I know that I cheated on you, David. That I cheated on Brenda, and I cheated on Karen.”

There was silence…

“More tea,” I said, but no one answered, so I just went and made a fresh brew.

My mind was now deep in thought; this was no way to carry on. I knew something had to change, but what did I want, and what could I do?

We all needed a little time, and when I came back, the girls were hugging one another. Or maybe it was emotional support on realising they had just had sex with the same man… the same couple.

I asked myself how much it concerned me what each girlfriend had done. What needed to change?

Thinking hard, I now realised I didn’t care what I was about to confess. It was time that I exerted some authority and made it clear that I wanted us to stay connected.

I poured the tea, and as I did so, I said, “Look, maybe things went too far last night for both of you, but that is in the past. We just have to learn from it and move on, but if we do, it's going to be a little different.”

I stopped and looked at them both. They were still listening to me, and that felt good. It hadn’t always happened in the past.

“It is time for my story, and it involves a girl called Kirsty, who I met when I was eighteen.”

The girls looked at each other, confused, but I carried on.

They knew my sexual history, but I thought it was important to go over my holiday romance with ginger-haired Kirsty again. She may have been my first love, though now I was not sure, as I certainly loved both Sarah and Clare more than I ever loved Kirsty.

With a sip of my tea, I described what happened after Clare left Karen and me alone. Initially, we had spotted Sarah and Lena on the balcony. Then later, we wanted to check that you were both safe, so we went to the coloured bedrooms, only briefly stopping and watching you both.

Going on, I explained the sudden need for a drink and how Karen and I helped ourselves to the punch. Then the cupcakes - how they both must have been drugged, as it all became hazy after that.

Somewhere, I became Tarzan, and Karen became Kirsty. We ended up in bed and had sex without using a condom, and only for that fact do I sincerely apologise. Having sex with Karen, I do not regret, though I do still need to talk to her.”

“You know you could be a father soon,” Clare declared.

I looked at Clare. I did know, but it was Sarah that I was thinking about. Turning to her, I said, “I am sorry.”

I felt that more questions were coming, but at that moment, Karen strolled into the room dressed in jeans and a jumper. She looked bright and breezy.

“Good morning,” she said.

I looked at the clock and pointed out it was half past twelve, and it was now the afternoon. She just laughed and helped herself to a cup of tea.

“I get the feeling you have been talking about me,” Karen said as she scanned the three of us.

“We have been going over last night and what happened to us. I am not religious, but I guess you could say we are at the confessional telling our sins and asking for forgiveness,” I replied, before asking, “How is your head?”

“I feel fine. You?”

“Not sure,” I replied, looking at my unusually quiet girlfriends. Karen’s chirpy presence had made me feel suddenly cheerful too.

Karen looked at Clare and said, “Sorry, if you don’t already know, David and I had sex last night. But before you say anything, he thought I was someone called Kirsty, whoever she is. Maybe that was down to the fact that he was completely wasted.”

Clare stared at me as she took Karen’s words in. She now knew I had been telling the truth about Kirsty. There was no way I could have collaborated with Karen, as she had been asleep when she checked on her earlier.

Clare’s face softened, though I knew it would take time for her to forgive me.

“You could be pregnant now,” Clare reminded her girlfriend.

However, Karen seemed unfazed by the question.

“I thought you were a lesbian,” Clare suggested.

“And you meant to be, ‘girl only,’” I swiftly intervened, interrupting my girlfriend.

Sarah just quietly looked on. She had never been concerned if I wanted to sleep with someone else. Last night she even encouraged it.

It was at this moment that a rather annoyed Paula appeared. “Who pissed themselves in the pink bedroom?”

Paula had a mop and bucket in her hands, which she then thrust into mine before saying, “You pissed yourself; you clean it up… I want that whole room clean and tidy.”

Her slight French accent was coming to the fore because she was angry with me… At the time I wanted to say it was Karen, but I took all of Paula’s anger as, after all, I was meant to be the alpha male in the room.

With that, I trudged off, carrying the mop and bucket, as I had a job to do. It was only as I got to the door of the pink bedroom that I realised Karen was behind me.

“Thank you for taking the blame,” she said as we went into the room.

“Do you know it was me who pissed all over you, David? I did not mean to, but once I saw you on the floor wrestling your trousers, I just could not stop myself. I had no strength left to control my bladder, and my legs would not carry me to the bathroom. I also could not stop giggling; it was funny.”

“Well, that was my first experience of a golden shower! I thought it was warm spray from the sea, but you are right; I was completely wasted.” 

I started to mop up the mess, and Karen started to tidy up, though the room itself was not that messy. Still, it smelt terrible.

“Yes, you were, but do you want to know a secret?”

I looked up, and Karen came close to me before quietly saying, “David, I only drank one and a half glasses of the punch and had one mouthful of the cupcakes. Unlike someone, I remembered the warning Clare gave us about the likelihood of them being spiked.”

“So, you were not wasted?”

“No David, just very giggly, extremely horny, and there was something else… After seeing what Clare was up to, I had already decided that I wanted to have sex with you.”

“Really!” I exclaimed, shocked. “But we should have used a condom; you could be pregnant!”

“I know David, and we shouldn’t have been cheating,” Karen giggled, seemingly unconcerned about the risk. “You better finish mopping before Paula comes in, and if you do a good job, I’ll tell you something else.”

I quickly finished the mopping, curious, while Karen dried the floor.

“Okay,” I said. “What is it?”

Karen giggled and then put into my hand a half-used packet of contraceptive pills.

“Being a lesbian, I have not needed them for what they were designed for until now. However, I have been on the pill since I was sixteen.”

“So you knew that one day you were going to have sex with a man?”

“No, David, the pill is not only used for birth control. In my case, it is to help regulate my periods.”

At that point, I just kissed Karen’s forehead, as I knew what would have been an ever-growing weight had just been lifted off my shoulders.

“And Clare does not know then?”

“No, she does not. It's not a subject that we need to talk about. She has this strange notion that the contraceptive pill inhibits your sex drive. Yet, despite being on it, she managed to fuck six lesbians, one bisexual lady, and a man in one night—God help us if she ever stops taking it!”

Relieved, I couldn’t help chuckling, yet I knew Karen had a point.

“So how do you feel about Clare now, after seeing what she got up to last night?”

“I think our time has run its course, David. But I’m going to give it a week or two and maybe even phone Leanna. As I said last night, I like Clare, but she is not ready to settle. She doesn’t want a monogamous life like me.”

“So you wanted to have sex with me?”

“Yes, David, I like you. I have always wondered what it would be like, and I remember there are quite a few lesbians who have been with a man at least once. So last night, I took the opportunity, even if you were out of it and kept calling me Kirsty. Why did you do that?”

I told her. Though I had no right to be, I was feeling slightly proud of myself. So, I asked, “Have I converted you to men?”

Karen laughed, “Quite the opposite, as men do not last long enough.”

I chuckled, though it was not the answer I was looking for.

“So there is no chance of a repeat performance, one that I might remember?”

Karen looked at me and then smiled; I sensed she was thinking about something.

“Let’s put it this way. If it is just casual sex, then I think that is highly unlikely. However, like Clare, I want children, and if I find a serious lesbian partner who wants them too, then I will need a sperm donor to inseminate me. Would you consider it?”

I was surprised at the serious question, and I thought of Sarah. While I knew time was on our side, we didn’t know yet if she could have the hormone treatment, and even if she could, whether she would fall pregnant. This was a chance to be a father, and I didn’t want Karen to have some unknown man’s child.

After thinking about it, I calmly said, “I would be honoured, but there are two conditions.”

“What are they?”

“Make sure you tell me well in advance of the event so I can mention it in the right way to whoever I am with. They will have to agree too.”

Karen nodded. “That seems reasonable. And what’s the second condition?”

I grinned, “This is the fun part; I inseminate you in the good old-fashioned way.”

Karen laughed, “I should have guessed. I heard Clare say this last night. You really are incorrigible!”

With that agreement in place, I kissed Karen, but after that, she stepped back, and we shook hands. We sealed the deal, and Karen returned to her lesbian persona.

“Let’s keep all we have said in this room a secret until the time is right,” Karen then said.

I agreed with her, and as we returned to the sunken settees, I couldn't help but wonder if there was still some alpha man in me.

*****

The afternoon slipped away as we all helped Brenda and Paula tidy up. In doing so, I deliberately kept away from the others… I needed time to think.

It had become obvious to me that I couldn’t trust either girlfriend to remain faithful to me. However, there was a chance that would change with time, or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

I didn’t know.

Whatever was going to be said and agreed upon between the three of us, it would have to be something that I could accept.

That was going to be the bigger question: What could I accept if we moved forward as a three?

It was only with darkness gathering that Sarah mentioned it was getting late, and we needed to leave soon.

Inside me, I still felt the earlier emotions. There was a swirl of different thoughts: rage, forgiveness, excitement, and an element of understanding. But I still couldn't decide if I should drop Sarah off at her parent’s home or take her back to my apartment as we had originally planned.

If I did, we had a whole week to talk things through. It was meant to be a test run for when Sarah moved in with me, but now it had become more than that.

Could we find a solution that worked for both Sarah and me?

But here we were, staring at one another, Sarah sensing my uncertainty. I didn’t try to hide it.

With a warm smile, I said goodbye to Karen. We had established our connection, and importantly, we now knew where we stood with one another, her future likely to be away from Clare.

Turning to Brenda and Paula, I stated, “Thank you for the invite; please look after Clare.” I didn’t bother adding the, for me.

I then turned to my second girlfriend.

Despite having control over my emotions, I knew they were still present, simmering just under the surface, and I knew it was time to try and take some control with Clare. The party had not been good for our relationship. She had gone too far.

I didn’t bother considering my actions from last night. It was Clare that needed to change, not me.

Feeling emptiness, I looked into her brown eyes—they were a little misty.

“It's your choice. If I see you tomorrow, I know you still want to be with me. However, there will be a reset in our relationship.”

There was nothing more to add, as we had said it all. I just kissed her on the forehead and turned, leaving Clare, my soulmate, standing there.

Then, taking the somewhat shocked Sarah’s hand, I said, “It's time to take you home.”

In silence, I led my blonde girlfriend out of there. I didn't dare look back; I had already made my decision. It was Clare's choice; she knew what she needed to do if she wanted to stay with me.

It was only when I started the car that I allowed myself to breathe and think. Our leaving had been based on emotion. Of course, I wanted to see Clare again, but she needed to accept that I was her man, and if I was, then our relationship needed to be different.

We drove in silence. I was still thinking about whether to take Sarah home or take her to my apartment. I knew that was where she wanted to go, and I still questioned if she had done anything I had told her not to…

I knew the answer was no.

Sarah had made it clear she didn’t mind me being with Karen or other women. Then there was the fact I had promised never to leave her and, of course, her fertility. I knew she would need support through that.

Could I, the Christmas tree, the Alpha man, or, perhaps more honestly, plain David, still let Sarah have some freedom?

It was a question that I was still trying to answer as I drove past the slip road to Sarah’s village.

When I did, I looked over at Sarah. She was trying to hide her grin. She had realised that I wasn't taking her to her parents' house, that we were still a couple, though perhaps not a three.

I couldn’t help smiling, too, though I knew we needed to talk and make a few changes in our relationship.

What they were going to be, neither of us knew.

*****

It is December 31st, New Year's Eve, and I am sitting at my desk, the low glow of a table lamp illuminating the words I had been writing. This was going to be my last entry in my orange 1987 journal.

Having retired to bed early, the clock is still ticking towards midnight, and I am reflecting on the most eventful year.

I went into 1987 with no girlfriend and no set path for my future. Yet, here I am at the end of the year… with two girlfriends. I glance towards my bed, and Sarah and Clare are lying there; they are waiting for me to finish this entry.

It has been the best year of my life.

The last week has been one of rebuilding, and I have already written all about it in my orange journal. The Xmanye Party had brought everything that we should have talked about to the surface. We were in an unconventional three-way relationship, and we needed some rules and some freedom, especially when neither girl was ready to commit.

That night after I took Sarah back to my apartment, she told me that she thought I was being too hard on Clare and what would happen if she didn’t turn up.

Sarah also admitted for the first time that she would always want another bisexual woman in her life. While she enjoyed men, she preferred the touch of another woman and didn’t want to suppress that urge anymore.

That surprised me.

Since I could tell Sarah was upset, I promised to call Clare if I didn't hear from her by midday.

After I had suggested that, Sarah did something I wasn’t expecting. She took the anklet off and handed it back, saying we should stop playing our game and only start it again if I was ready for it.

I took the anklet and locked it in my desk drawer. There was no going back unless we discussed and agreed to some rules that Sarah could keep to and I would accept.

The best news, though, was that I never needed to phone Clare. She arrived very early the next day. In fact, she arrived so early that I hadn’t gotten out of bed to cook breakfast.

Clare and I apologised to each other for what happened. Then she told me that she was taking a sabbatical from Brenda and the girls at Rainbows.

Then, a little tearfully, she told me Karen had already mentioned to her that she needed a break from their relationship. It was something Clare had reluctantly accepted.

Being me, I grinned and said, “So that only leaves me!”

It was a comment that earned me the first nudge of the day, and with it, I felt like we were back on the road to normality.

However, Clare told me that she wanted to try and repair the damaged relationship with Karen. Then, most surprisingly, for her New Year’s wish, she was going to have a month of celibacy… and that included Sarah… and me!

Clare told both of us that she was going to be a good girl. Concentrate on her college and, assuming that she passed, seek employment in accounting that came with college and training.

Sarah and I agreed to support Clare in her quest to find celibacy; privately, Sarah and I gave it two weeks!

The girls didn’t know it, but I had spoken to both Karen and Brenda in the week.

Karen asked me not to tell Clare that she had a date with Leanna. She also confirmed that she and Clare were on a break and that she was still thinking about their future.

As for Brenda, she confirmed the sabbatical from Clare and then surprisingly told me that she was prepared to wait, and there would not be another photo of a new girlfriend going on her bedroom wall.

She also told me that a photo shoot in the Caribbean would keep her busy in January. Thereafter, she planned to bring her holiday in Madeira forward, and she still hoped that Clare could then join her.

As for me, my dream of a large house, the three of us living there, and lots of children remained just a dream. We were simply not ready even to discuss it, let alone make any plans.

There were still many things to discuss, Stanley being at the top of the list. Sarah wanted to carry on modelling for him and, with it, continue to learn French. She was happy to allow a little light touching if it meant she could model in explicit poses.

However, we had agreed not to make a rash decision. Like Liz and Lena, we just let it drift and see how we felt once Sarah had moved in with me. As for Rob, the arrogant man, he didn’t call Sarah’s parents’ house, and if he did, they were under strict instructions from Sarah not to give my number.

With what I had wanted to say now written, I looked at the clock and realised that there were only ten minutes left in 1987. There was time to make one last entry before I closed the journal and locked it away, maybe forever.

With a mischievous grin, I then wrote down the list of the people we each had sex with during 1987. After all, it was now part of our history...

Clare

Male (life total 17) added 1987, four still unknown: Rob, Carlos, David, and Brian.

Female (life total 16) added 1987 (15), Brenda, Martina, Marion, Paula, Sarah, Linda, Tina, Karen, Dot, Helen, Patricia, Tanya, Christine, Joan, and Jill.

Sarah

Male (life total 6) added 1987 (5), David, Don, John (barman), James (master of ceremonies), and Brian.

Female (life total 6) added 1987 (6), Clare, Ashley, Liz, Greta, Lena, and Jill.

David

Male (life total 0)

Female (life total 10) added 1987, Sarah, Clare, Ashley, and Karen.

The clock had just ticked past midnight. I glanced at my two girls, now feeling drowsy. With a smile, I have one last look at my 1987 orange journal, and then without ceremony, I quietly slip it into my bottom desk drawer.

As I do so, I notice my Friendship Ring, the ring of three, and I think, “At least I have managed to get one thing right this year.”

Wondering what next year has in store for me, I pull out another identical orange journal. It was a Christmas gift from my two girlfriends.

I opened it and looked at what they had written inside.

It read, "Use it and try to learn!"

“Lots of love, Sarah and Clare XXX.”

I smiled to myself and quickly made my first entry and closed it. Then, with fatigue starting to hit me, I climbed into the bed, the girls now correctly positioned on either side of me.

Then I said my final words of the year, “I love you both, and Happy New Year.”

The last thing that I remembered was the same soothing words in each ear.

I inwardly smiled; it had been quite a year!

It is done.

The End

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