With my move into my flat came a new routine...
From my new home, it was only a ten-minute walk to the small engineering company where I worked, not a thirty-minute drive. I was the only manager there and the seventh employee. I always enjoyed that fact, as I had 007 written on my payslip, and it made me feel like James Bond.
However, when I reminded my two girlfriends of that fact, they soon brought me down to earth, occasionally with a sharp nudge. But I loved all the banter, and now that we had our own space, it gave me the chance to ramp it up and bring teasing to a new level.
My return to work brought a pleasant surprise—something even more exciting than being double-O-seven. Nigel, the business owner and managing director, told me that the company would need to expand. It had already doubled in size in the one and a half years I had been there, but what Nigel was suggesting went way beyond that. It was a plan for the future, and a lot of it would revolve around me. My first task was to recruit some new staff, including another manager, who would have to report to me.
It turned out that the large American company, whom I had found by chance last month, had placed a small order for our product. They wanted to test it to see if it solved the problems they were having; the potential was huge.
However, like most things in life, there was a caveat. The Americans had requested an engineer from our company to support the project, and the only one we had at the moment was me. It was also put to me that from next year I would be fairly regularly flying to Boston, Massachusetts, where the company was located.
Without asking, I also got a small pay raise and a promise of company shares earlier than the five years written in my contract. Nigel was trying to tie me in. He also told me that when this all happened, I would sometimes be working from home, away from the bustle of the factory, engineering, and supporting customers. From now on, all my phone calls will be paid for by the company. Fridays would remain an option day; it would remain up to me if I went in or not.
When I told this all to Sarah and Clare, they seemed more interested in whether I could take them to Boston. They both thought that it would be a good place to visit for a city holiday. Maybe, I just said. I got the distinct feeling that they thought I would be in America seeing the city’s tourist sites rather than working.
*****
My new weekly schedule meant Wednesdays were my own. This was because Clare was with Karen, and Sarah attended evening college, where she studied intermediate conversational French. If she passed her exams in the spring, it would lead to a qualification.
Of course, I never missed the opportunity to tease Sarah. So I often jokingly reminded her that her French oral was already superb and that she should be in the advanced class, as she was already fantastic at giving head. This remark usually brought a giggle and then a nudge, as Sarah told me to be quiet. She didn’t want people to hear.
Another bonus from my home move was that Sarah only lived a ten-minute drive away, and we were together every night apart from Wednesdays. However, she still insisted that if I wanted to carry on sleeping with her, then it would be on her terms. So, staying the night was only weekends, and we alternated Friday nights between my flat and her bedroom at her parent’s house.
I didn’t understand the rotation, but I went along with it, hoping that it would eventually lead to something better—Sarah sleeping with me every night.
Clare was very different. If she didn’t have college and other romantic interests, I sensed she might be up for sleeping with me most of the time, maybe even moving in. However, she had made it quite clear that, after failing last year, college was her number one priority. I understood, and I wanted Clare to do well. She was bright, and I whisper this: maybe sometimes she was a little too bright for her own good.
Unfortunately, her college was too far away to commute to from my apartment, as were her other romantic interests. They were all in the large city, some twenty-five miles away; it was where Clare currently lived.
She was dating Karen, a younger girl who was waiting to turn eighteen before coming out as gay. Despite Clare telling me that she wouldn’t fall in love with another girl, after her college work, she was making Karen her number-one priority. She even went as far as saying that she didn’t need a boyfriend at the moment. However, everyone who knew her thought that was not exactly true.
And then there was Brenda, Clare’s bull lesbian girlfriend, or, as we were now calling her, Clare's top. Much to my frustration, my number two girlfriend had given her the whole of Fridays, despite me being usually free!
I didn't understand it, as with Brenda only living a fifteen-minute walk up the hill from Clare’s house, I suspected they would be seeing one another a lot more than just Fridays.
At least I got Saturdays and Sunday mornings with Clare. That was if she was not babysitting or going to a social event with Brenda.
However, I was in for the longer game with Clare, and I sensed she needed me just as much as I needed her. That time would naturally pull us together.
With Clare in mind, I picked up the phone and called Brenda. I wanted to make sure that she was looking after my second girlfriend, and particularly that she was aware that she didn’t have very much money.
Clare had recently given up her summer job to go back to full-time college. I had offered to help her, but being fearlessly independent, she turned down my offer. She did have some savings, but that would soon dwindle. Clare needed an income to pay her parents ‘keep’ money so she could finish college.
However, as far as I was concerned, there was another reason she needed money. It was so she could purchase a car, as her mum's wasn't always available. Then she could drive over and see me!
After our initial pleasantries, we got around to Clare, and it turned out that Brenda was fully aware of our girlfriend’s situation, and between us, we agreed to find a way to help her financially.
Brenda explained to me that she didn’t like to just give money away and that she thought Clare probably wouldn’t take it because she was too proud. I agreed, though I used the word stubborn, which made Brenda laugh.
It was left with us agreeing to have a little chat the next time we saw each other.
*****
That first week in my flat was a bit of a blur, as the three of us all seemed to be busy doing our own things.
Sarah had actively started looking for a new job, and she wanted one in the travel or entertainment industry. It seemed that no company was recruiting at that time of the year. The outlook wasn’t helped by the fact she didn’t have any work experience, other than working for six months in a removal company office. However, we remained hopeful, and we both knew it was more of a long game.
The next Sunday was my twenty-third birthday. However, I had already learnt from both Sarah and Clare that we would not be celebrating it on that day as it was inconvenient. Apparently, the right day was Saturday, the twenty-sixth, and there were plans for me.
“What are they?” I had innocently asked.
Would they tell me? No chance. They reminded me of our safari park visit; it was when I refused to mention where we were going until we arrived almost at the park gate.
Saturday night was the first time we had all slept overnight together in my bed at my flat. The discussion was about what bed position we should sleep in. It ended up with me on the left, Clare on the right, and Sarah in the protective centre.
I had wanted the middle, with one girl on each arm, to look after me. But it soon became clear that was never going to happen!
My girlfriends reminded me that they were my guests, and I had to make breakfast for them while they stayed in bed.
“Guests!” I smirked. They had given me an idea.
“Well, I guess that means I can make the rules.”
They both glared at me. It was as if they were just waiting for me to say something wrong!
I smiled. “I only have one guest rule.” I grinned. “Any guest in my flat has to remain naked until they have eaten their breakfast.”
Sarah giggled. Clare rolled her eyes, but there were no nudges; I was in the clear. They looked at each other before Sarah turned back towards me and answered...
“David, it doesn’t bother me, as you well know. Nudity never has.”
It was true; being naked at Sarah’s parents’ house was generally accepted. It happened around their pool and in the hot tub. I had even seen Sarah’s mum walk naked into the family bathroom. At the time, that surprised me, but now it just felt normal.
However, Sarah's home was completely the opposite of Clare’s and mine. In both of ours, nudity was always kept behind locked doors.
With the girls knowing I didn’t have a problem with it, we looked at Clare.
“As long as it’s warm, I don’t mind either,” she said and then grinned. “Though I hope your parents don’t want to stay.”
That comment caused Sarah to giggle and me to cringe; that image, my parents nude!
“They get an exception!” I quickly exclaimed.
Later that night, after we had christened the bed for a second time, that image returned. It seemed like it could not be expunged. A shiver even ran down my back, but then I reached across and found the sleeping Sarah, and then a little further, Clare. I relaxed.
Their presence was a perfect birthday present.
The next thing I noticed was the early morning light creeping around the curtain. With care, I rolled out of bed and stood up, completely naked. It might have been my birthday, but I knew there was not going to be much celebrating for another week. However, there was one secret pleasure I could indulge in.
As I stood there, I took in the image of my two beautiful sleeping girlfriends. Sarah was facing me, her eyes closed, her blonde hair up across her pillow. She looked content and restful, and behind her was the sleeping Clare. She was the girl who meant so much to both of us. Clare was spooning with Sarah, her arm under the duvet holding my blonde girlfriend.
Last night, they kissed, even touched, and played with one another’s bodies. It hadn’t been a full-on lesbian show, but it was an act of acceptance for each other. For me, it was so erotic to watch.
With all the quietness I could muster, I slipped out of my bedroom, still naked, and put the kettle on for breakfast.
It was sometime later that I crept back into my bedroom with the girl’s three-course breakfast. On the tray were three glasses of orange, three mugs of tea, and a rack of toast. It was complemented with butter, a jar of marmalade, and a jar of jam.
I was pleased with myself, though the girls were still getting their beauty sleep.
I laid the tray down and pulled the curtains. After all, it was eight a.m.
“Good morning, girls; it's breakfast, and there are three courses.”
There were moans, though not ones of affection.
Sarah, never a morning person, asked, “What time is it?”
“Eight,” I cheerily said. My flaccid, hairless cock wafted around in front of them and hopefully charmed both girls.
There was a further grunt from Sarah as Clare sat up, her shapely breasts announcing their presence. She glanced at me and then at what I had prepared. “That’s not three courses; it’s hardly one. You are going to have to do better than that!”
I felt deflated, but counted by jiggling my cock about and saying, “How about this for breakfast?”
Clare rolled away from me and said, “He is all yours.”
Sarah opened one eye, looked at me, and then at my wafting cock. She rolled away and cuddled with Clare as she went back to sleep.
I later learnt from both girls that Sunday didn’t exist before nine a.m., and it made me realise that I still had some adjusting to do.
There was one other thing that happened on my birthday, which Sarah found hilarious.
After Clare left in her mother’s car, Sarah and I visited my parents. When we walked into my parent’s home, I looked into the first room on the left. It was my old bedroom, a room I had slept in all my life. Yet it wasn’t!
