Not This Time
14
Grand Opening
AS SPRING GOT REAL in Minnesota—we’re talking May, not March—housing sales started picking up. Gordon was pleased that I wasn’t abandoning getting new listings just because I had a future batch bottled up. We put together a plan that didn’t involve the usual real estate rigmarole. He was right. I could have done this without him, but he was vested in the project now. Even though Jim knew that I was running the operation, he still preferred to talk to ‘a man’ about the business.
“He tried it,” Gordon said.
“I knew he would. Did you stay faithful to me or did you let him in your panties?” I asked.
“You are so gross. I would never be unfaithful to you.”
“Yeah. It’s almost like I was your wife and you’d never be unfaithful to her,” I laughed. He sighed.
“It’s not like that. Well, okay, it is like that. But my wife doesn’t mind as long as I share,” he said.
“Too much information, Gordon,” I said. “It just gets too complicated when you add that many people. Your wife. My girlfriend. My boyfriend. My daughter. Let’s stick to business. What did you tell Jim?”
“What he already knew. It’s your baby. Jim and I are only along for the ride. God, I hope you deliver on this. There’s going to be two very pissed men on your ass if you don’t.”
“Hmm. I’ve never done it that way.”
“Please! Let’s not even go there. Just start delivering sales, okay?” I grabbed his pencil out of his hand again and circled June 6th on his desk calendar. “What’s that?”
“That’s the day we’ll sell the first Loring Properties Condo,” I answered. “I’ve got a hundred bucks I’ll put on it.”
“Covered.”
I started getting nervous the closer we got to our May 30 opening date.
And, I realized, I was getting closer and closer to sleeping with Bruce.
“Did you feel him when he kissed you?” Lily asked after the closing performance of Manon.
“How could I possibly not have felt him?” I responded as we put Emily to bed. The sleepy girl was out like a light. “After you drilled for oil with your tongue, it’s a wonder he didn’t come in his pants.”
“The way he was rubbing against you, I’d be surprised if he didn’t,” Lily countered. “Are you sure you don’t mind having me along?”
“Look at you! You’re dripping wet,” I said as I fingered her pussy. “You’re actually getting turned on over the idea of Bruce putting his hard dick in your drooling vagina.”
“I can’t help it! I told you I was bi.”
“Yes, and I’m straight. And I still can’t wait to feel your tongue in my pussy. You are going to find it just as juicy as yours. I can’t even wait to taste you!”
“I love you!”
“And I love you, Lily.”
The three of us—Emily, Lily, and I—went to Bruce’s graduation. Or whatever it was called. Graduation exercises at a school like the University of Minnesota are a madhouse. I think they encourage students not to attend unless they are receiving a doctorate. But there was a recognition ceremony at Rarig Center for the theatre MFAs and PhDs. It was kind of fun and they flashed images of the tech people and things they’d designed. The actors had to do a scene or something. All told there were only about forty people recognized and it was an entertaining evening.
“Would you like to do something?” he asked anxiously when we met him after the event.
“Don’t you have things to do and people to see?” I asked. “I thought we’d meet your parents.”
“Um… my parents live in California. They saw me graduate with my BA and couldn’t manage the trip out here for this.”
“Bruce! That’s terrible!” Lily said, grabbing his arm. I shifted Emily to my other side and grabbed the other arm.
“We have to celebrate,” I said. “But I have to take peewee home to nurse and go night-night. Why don’t you two go have a celebratory drink. I heard someone say they were going to Matt’s. Why don’t you join them?”
“Yeah. A lot of people are going there. He’s always really friendly to theatre kids. I think he graduated from here and ended up taking over his father’s restaurant. He always gives theatre majors a discount. But…”
“Lily, ride with Bruce. I’ll take your car and get Emily tucked in bed.”
“Okay,” she said doubtfully.
“I’ll see you guys later. Or Sunday evening, as the case may be. You know, I have open houses tomorrow,” I said. I turned and headed toward the parking ramp.
Shit! What did I just do?
It would be a minor miracle if I ever saw either one of them again. I could see the sparks flying between the two. They were so hot for each other, they probably wouldn’t even bother with Matt’s. I’d just sent the boy I was interested in off with the woman I loved. Fuck! What a stupid thing to do.
I got Emily home and fed her. She slurped greedily, but it was already late and she was asleep at the nipple before I was dry. I sat in the living room in my fluffy bathrobe with the pump pressed to my breast and cried.
I hadn’t cried since my night in that ratty motel I stayed in when I first came to Minneapolis. I hadn’t had time. I had to create a new life. I had a daughter to raise. I had school to start. I had a new business to stay on top of. I had a new love—loves—in my life.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I’d just sent them away to be with each other. How stupid can you be?
I fell asleep with the pump still sucking and tears still flowing.
“Honey? Honey! You’re going to be bruised. You fell asleep with the pump going. Oh, your poor nipple.” I felt a gentle kissing on my left breast as I struggled into consciousness. An arm wrapped around my shoulders and lips kissed my hair.
Wait! Lips on my nipple and lips on my hair?
“What?” I struggled awake. “I thought…”
“Sweetheart, did you think that Lily and I would do something without you?” Bruce whispered in my ear. “You are the glue that holds us together. Neither of us would do that to you.”
“But you went…”
“No,” Lily said. “You went. We talked it over and decided the best thing to do was to go to Surdycks and get some champagne and come back here. Unfortunately, everybody was there on Friday night and it took forever.”
“You mean you didn’t…?”
“We didn’t,” Bruce said. “Listen. It’s not that I don’t want to and I think Lily feels the same. But to do something without you? Never in a hundred years. I’ve really fallen in love with you. With both of you. All three.”
I was happy. Really happy. I grabbed their hands and led them to the bedroom and dropped my robe. I crawled into bed and waited impatiently for them to undress and join me. They cuddled their naked bodies up against mine and I went to sleep.
Emily called for food in the morning and Lily rolled out of bed to bring her to my breast. She found Bruce and me kissing.
“I’m getting all leaky,” I whispered as Lily helped get Emily in position and latched on. I sighed.
“That’s so sexy,” Bruce said.
“It’s not sexual,” I reprimanded him.
“That’s not what I mean. It’s that… This is hard to explain,” he stuttered. “You feed our little girl from your breasts. It’s so… womanly. And womanly is sexy. I love you!”
“Bruce? Our little girl?”
“And I love Emily. And I love Lily. You all took me by surprise this semester. But I just know that I would be so much less without you. Please keep me.”
“Bruce? Would you like a little taste? She doesn’t usually drink it all,” I whispered. I kissed Bruce and then he dipped his head and took a taste from my other breast as I kissed Lily.
Now that was sexy.
The next weekend, with school out, I was in my new office answering calls. They’d come in all week with the big advertising campaign having started over the previous weekend. Jim’s office was overwhelmed with the call volume. With no one else to help respond to things, I’d pressed Lily and Bruce both into service. Emily was in a little cuddle pack on my chest.
When I made a presentation, Lily answered the phone. We set appointments. We didn’t show condos. I was going to be hopping the entire next week as people saw the condos we were offering. The first building to be sold would be the one that I managed. Twenty units, including mine. It took me a little while before I realized that my home was for sale.
And wouldn’t you know it. It was the first to sell. On June 6th. I had until the first of July to find a new place to live.
Sunday night, we held a celebratory dinner in the little apartment.
And then I made love to Lily and Bruce. Again.
It wasn’t as awkward as it had been the first time. Or two. We’d all three been fumbling around, trying not to let anyone be excluded, but also focusing on one or the other of us. And it was morning. Emily was in her crib jabbering away and each time one of us groaned, she’d shriek. We ended up with Bruce never getting his dick in either of our pussies. We just went around a circle and double tongued each other. I hit my peak just at the time that Emily let us know in no uncertain terms that she was now ready to be up. I shrieked as well.
This time, we waited until the baby was asleep and we’d each had a glass of bubbly to toast my first condo sale. Then we just started making out and first there was a tongue in my pussy and then there was a cock in it. I focused on sucking Lily’s nipples while Bruce filled me. We rolled around a while and eventually, Bruce slipped into Lily while I kissed him. And at some point, I lost track of who was kissing and who was licking and who was being fucked by a cock or a finger or a tongue. We fell asleep in a tangle and woke when Emily demanded attention in the morning. Lily made coffee and tea and the four of us lay in bed just cuddling and reading the Sunday paper.
I suppose it was a stupid thing and it was hard to explain, but I started thinking about all my years with Jesse and how in all that time, I’d never felt loved like this. I didn’t sob, but tears were leaking out of my eyes and eventually, Bruce and Lily noticed.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Lily asked. Bruce put his arm around me and held me against him.
“I’ve never felt so loved,” I said.
“Honey, you’re only nineteen,” Bruce said. “With luck you’ll be able to say that over and over again. I love you.”
“I love you,” Lily repeated.
“I love you both,” I cried. “And so does Em.”
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