The Greatest Lie Part 7

I awoke feeling empty, but fulfilled. My two hunky studs were pulling up their manly boxers as my weary eyes fluttered and reawakened. Randy voiced their common sentiment: "Wow, Allie, you’re great." Rick added, "I didn’t even think that was possible." I responded, "With you two on board, I’m capable of anything. I’ve got a few more surprises for you yet."

"Whoa, I can’t wait, tell, tell," they babbled excitedly, interrupting each other and me.

"See what Santa brings," I said teasingly.

They went off to the dorm laughing and chatting. I was left alone to savor what a delight this unlikely menage a trois had become, and what fantastic delights it held for the future.

The next day they came by to kiss me goodbye for the long weekend. I thrilled at each of them crushed me in a long, romantic embrace and mashed my lips in deep, endless kisses. I love to be kissed even more than I love to get fucked, and Rick and Randy had become world class at both. I felt like their beloved, and felt what I knew was a futile longing to become part of their straight, conventional world. But as locals, they had families to visit, and turkey dinners to eat, and my family had dissolved and scattered. I asked, feigning disappointment, "Don’t either of you want to take me home to meet your mom?" and they shuffled with abashedly. "Next year", Rick promised. You’ll probably want to, I thought silently as they departed.

Actually, it was OK. I hate the traditional Thanksgiving dinner: it’s way too heavy for a diet like mine. I enjoyed a light Asian dinner at Tran’s house, as we made plans and gossiped about our very kinky Thanksgiving celebration on the morrow. After dinner, we smoked a joint and watched an XXX rated bondage and S&M tape she had rented. We held hands and hugged one another for comfort during the really heavy parts. When it was over, I had to admit that I was a little turned on, but also scared.