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turned her body to face Charly
_;
she knew him well. She removed his
hands from his crotch. "She's hot, isn't she?"

He blushed. "She is." Then he turned to Chris, "I hope I haven't of
fended you."

Chris glanced down at the considerable bulge in his pants. "I'll take
it as a compliment."

He breathed in. "You know I was going to stay with you, Vic, but I
can call Tom McBride. I can bunk in with him."

A flash of concern crossed Vic's features. She didn't want to hurt Chris by taking Charly to her apartment and leaving Chris. Vic didn't know if he knew. On the one hand, it seemed obvious
_;
on the other
hand, people routinely missed what was under their noses.

"Don't do that, Charly. We can work this out."

Chris sat up straight. Her robe opened again. "There's no point going back out again. You'll freeze."

He exhaled. "It is cold."

Chris, too, felt the tidal wave of sexual energy in the room. She
was no fool. She knew in her heart that Vic had slept with Charly and
was discreet enough to keep it from her. While that pained her, at this
moment, seeing him, she felt heat rising up from her body. She wanted
Vic. She wanted Charly, too. God knows, no one ever discussed this
during sex education.

Vic felt Chris's desire. She had the advantage in that she'd slept with both of them. She could read them. They couldn't yet discern
one another's moods.

Vic kissed Charly light on the lips as she reached for Chris's hand,
pulling her closer. When she finished kissing Charly, she kissed Chris.
The sight of two beautiful women kissing, one with her breast showing, sent all the blood in Charly's body straight to his dick. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

Chris, not quite sure of herself, but getting very excited, then
kissed Charly.

Vic unzipped his pants, reaching in, packing her hand on his
jockey shorts. Chris unbuckled his belt and opened the snap of his
jeans. She lifted up his shirt, kissing his stomach.

Charly moaned.

Chris then kissed Vic, who moved her hand over his shaft to the
tip of his penis. She took her hand and put Chris's on his dick.

Chris gently stroked him as Vic kissed Charly. Then Vic put her hand over Chris's, and they stroked him together.

"Come on," Vic whispered.

They floated into the bedroom. Chris dropped her robe on the floor.
Charly sighed. Vic pulled off her shirt and jeans.

Chris thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She knew now that she was fundamentally gay, but Vic was excited, she was excited, Charly was excited. She could barely breathe.

Vic stood behind Charly, wrapping her arms around his waist. He
closed his eyes, his hot dick pressed against Chris's stomach
_;
she could
feel his heartbeat in his penis. She kissed him as Vic ran her tongue
down his backbone.

Then Chris stepped back, took his hand, and gently led him to the
bed. He lay down as Chris got in the bed on the other side. She took
her forefinger, tracing the outline of his lips, tracing between his pecs,
down his stomach, tracing from the tip of his cock to his balls.

Vic was now on the other side of him. She kissed him
_;
then with
her tongue she retraced Chris's line. She put the tip of his dick in her
mouth for just a moment, just enough to drive him crazy, and then she
stopped, slid her crotch over his chest and grabbed Chris from behind.

She bit Chris's ear, the nape of her neck. She slid three fingers into
her. Chris moaned, putting her left hand on Charly. Then Vic, who
was incredibly strong, picked up Chris and sat her on Charly. She
stayed behind Chris holding her as Chris carefully eased down on him.
She whispered in Chris's ear, "Do it just for a little bit." Then she re
leased her and returned to Charly to kiss him. "If you can, don't come."

In a few minutes, Vic straddled Charly, faced Chris, and kissed her.

"I love you," Chris whispered, holding her.

Vic kissed her hard, the sweat running down their bodies. "Don't
come. Just wait." She lifted Chris up, who moved back between his
legs as Vic slid off him. Chris moved up and down and then moved off.

"I could die right now." Charly's breathing came in gasps.

"Bend over, baby." Vic pushed pillows under Chris and motioned
for Charly to enter her.

He held Chris's waist, slowly moving in and out until he couldn't
help it, he had to pump it hard. Vic reached under Chris, touching her
until both Chris and Charly came. He pulled out, still hard, and Vic
pulled him on top of her. She came in about two seconds.

The three of them sprawled on the soaked bed, Chris's head on
Vic's shoulder, Vic resting her head on Charly's shoulder.

"Thank you." Charly finally caught his breath.

"Thank you, too," Vic replied.

"Me, too."

"Aren't we polite?" Vic laughed.

"Jesus, if I don't play, this was worth it." He sighed.

"You'll play," Vic said encouragingly.

"Yeah," Chris agreed, and then looked up at Vic. "You are totally
wild."

"You two inspired me." She threw her left leg between Charly's legs and her right leg between Chris's smooth legs. "You and the
Blessed Virgin Mother."

_A

photograph of Our Lady of the Barbecue adorned the front
page of the regional section of the newspaper. Monsignor
Whitby complained bitterly of godless youth. High spirits never

occurred to him. No suspects were in custody. No physical damage
was reported, but the editorial page ran a column about the increased
rowdiness of students, citing examples at other colleges as well as Wil
liam and Mary.

Charly saw the newspaper as he took his seat in history class, pre-
Revolutionary America. Chris didn't see it until after class. Vic read the
story in class since she found concentration on the subject matter
impossible.

After class she picked up Jinx, skipping out of the gym, her gym
bag slung over her shoulder. As they strolled through the campus she
told her everything.

"Wasn't it awkward?" Jinx asked.

"You mean more arms and legs to get tangled in?"

"No." Jinx moved her bag to her other shoulder. "This morning. What did you say to each other?"

"Oh, nothing. Everyone had to hurry to class. Neither of them seemed upset. They like each other."

"I hope so," Jinx said.

"Now what am
I
going to do?"

"Your life doesn't seem to be running according to plan."

"I never had a plan." Vic put her arm over Jinx's shoulder. "Mom and
Dad, Aunt Bunny—maybe they have a plan for me, but I don't. I was ready to drop out of school and go to work, but Mom talked me out of it. I don't mind working. I just don't want to be stuck in an office."

"That severely limits your choices."

"Maybe I don't have to do anything."

"Possible."

"You don't sound convinced." Vic sighed, dropping her arm from Jinx's shoulders.

"I would imagine—and I have to imagine, since I don't know anyone in your circumstance and I think it is safe to say I will never be there—but I would imagine sooner or later Charly will want to marry
you, and that will be the end of it. And who's to say he will want to sleep with both of you again? I mean it sounds great from a purely
sexual point of view, but I don't know about it from an emotional point
of view."

"Uh-huh."

They left campus, heading toward Jinx's apartment.

"So?" Jinx's eyebrow raised.

"So I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's obvious. Okay, what if I put a gun to your head and said,
'You have to choose.' What would you do? Don't think about it. Just
react."

"Chris."

"Ah." Jinx dropped her head a moment and then lifted it. "Your life
is going to be interesting."

"It already is. But that's what I feel. What I know is that it would be
a lot easier to be with Charly for a million reasons."

"Does he know how you feel?"

"Of course not. I mean I love him. I do. How can I tell him some
thing like that? Last night was spontaneous. I don't think he knew
Chris and I are lovers. He didn't want to know."

"Well, girlfriend, how long can you keep both balls in the air—
forgive the pun?"

"We could just go along." Vic shrugged.

"All three of you?" Jinx's voice rose.

"Well, not all three of us in bed all the time, Jinx. But . . . shit." Her
stomach dropped
_;
she felt a bolt of fear.

"Vic, if you can do it, do it. I'm not judge and jury. I just think the
situation can last but so long. Sooner or later, one of them will start pulling on you. You're the one that's the monkey in the middle."

"That's such an awful phrase."

"Do you think Chris could live with a woman? It's one thing to
have an affair, it's another thing to be a lesbian, I would guess."

"To come out?" Vic asked.

"No, not exactly. I mean to choose a woman and stick to it. She
doesn't have to come out. Don't most gay people lie like rugs?"

"How the hell would I know?" A flash of irritation escaped Vic's
lips. "I'm not lying."

"What if she wants to lie and you don't?"

"I don't know. I don't think of these things."

"That's obvious."

"Thanks."

"Someone has to think ahead, Vic. I'm not trying to ruin anything.
I'm just asking questions." Jinx kicked some leaves out of her path.
"You can't be in a relationship with a woman if she wants to hide and
you don't, and does she even want to be in a relationship with you?"

"She does. I'm pretty sure she does."

"Does she know you've been sleeping with Charly?"

"We've never discussed it."

"That doesn't mean she doesn't know, for Christ sake."

"Yeah, I think she knows."

"Does he know you've been sleeping with her?"

Vic replied, "I told you. I don't think he knows."

"Think he'll get mad?" Jinx was glad she wasn't in Charly's shoes. "No. He'd be hurt before he'd be mad."

"The longer he stays attached to you, the longer it takes him to
find someone else."

"Bullshit. I can love him without marrying him."

"You can't sleep with him. I mean, you can, but Chris, who I happen to think is desperately in love with you, one woman's opinion, will