This is how it happened.
On Friday night, February 12,1999, at a keg party broken up early by the police, Lori Anne and her three friends were drinking. Getting away by the skin of her teeth, Lori Anne drove two blocks with her headlights off, then spent the next ten minutes hunkered down with the others in her car. She was so lucky not to be caught. On the way home, she stopped at the local Blockbuster and picked up two movies, intending to finish their "girl's night out," with popcorn and beer. It didn't quite happen that way.
I was living at the house then, following a nasty breakup six months before, and the even nastier loss of my job. My sister Anne and her husband Bill--Lori Anne's mom and dad--were vacationing in Las Vegas, gambling and having wild sex. At least, I hoped the sex was wild. After three kids and twenty-two years of motherhood, it was something Anne deserved.
Eighteen years old, Lori Anne was Anne's youngest daughter. Five feet six inches tall, weighing about one hundred and twenty pounds, she was large-breasted and a little bit hippy. (Think of Thora Birch). She had jet- black hair, very large, brown eyes, and a round face. Her hair was cut short, parted down the middle, and hung loose at her jaw. She had always been bigger than me, by then wearing a size 36D brassiere to my 32B. I pained me just to see her. The way it had pained me to look at her mom. I was the smallest girl in the family.
Keri Donaldson now, Keri was the South Pole to Lori Anne's north. A few weeks younger than Lori Anne, Keri was thin as a razor (but still bigger than me), blonde with blue eyes, and had features that jumped off her face. Thin-lipped with a prominent jaw, she was just this side of breathtaking. She wore jeans that threatened to fall off her hips, tops that showed off her navel, and her waist was a waist-watcher's dream.
"Aunt May?" Lori Anne asked, coming into the kitchen.
It was 10:25, and I was making a glass of ice tea. I had grounded the four girls, taking away Lori Anne's keys. Lori Anne was too young to drink, much less to be drinking and driving. All had taken their grounding with girlish delight.
"What?" I asked.
"Sendra's mom's on the phone and wants Sendra home now. Can you talk to her?"
Sendra and Kelli (their last names I never knew), were both seventeen. Sendra was from Brazil and incredibly pretty. Kelli was just sweet.
I laughed. "Me? What am I gonna tell her?"
Lori Anne said: "That you're here. That someone my parent's age is watching the house. She thinks were home alone."
"Your parent's age!" I exclaimed. "Thanks a lot, El!"
Lori Anne giggled. "You know what I mean."
At twenty-three, I felt a lot closer in age to my errant niece, than I did to her mother. "All right," I said. "Give it to me."
Lori Anne took the telephone out from under her arm.
"Hello," Sendra's mother answered. "Who is this?"
"I'm Lori's aunt. May I help you?"
There was a momentary silence, while Sendra's mother digested my voice. "You sound like a teenager," she said.
I laughed. "I used to be one. Until four years ago."
Hissing loudly, Lori Anne protested: "Aunt May! Come on!"
"I'm sorry," I said to Sendra's mom. "My name is May Clary. I really am Lori's aunt." I explained to her the situation, and she seemed appeased. But then she said: "Well, just the same, I think it's time Sendra came home."
Great! I thought. And I get to take her. I gave Lori Anne a very mean look.
"Okay," I said. "We'll leave right now."
As I gave her back the phone, Lori Anne looked both frustrated and abashed. "I can drive!" she protested. "Give me back my keys."
"Not on your life," I said. "But you owe me big time, El. Now go get your friend."
Going upstairs, I changed back into my jeans and sweater, but said to hell with the bra. I felt too petulant for that. Downstairs again, I discovered Kelli ready as well.
"You too?" I asked.
"My mom called her mom," Sendra sighed. "Sorry."
"Great. I don't guess she volunteered to come and get you?"
Kelli shook her head.
I left Lori Anne and Keri looking morose, and drove the girls home. Sendra lived less than a mile away but Kelli lived clear across town. It's only because she's an engaging young angel, that I didn't become furious. I got back to the house at twelve.
"I'm going to bed," I said, taking off my coat. "You better be quiet."
"We will," Lori Anne promised. Her eyes were significantly glazed.
"And please, El, don't get drunk again, tonight. Not again."
Lori Anne grinned. "Why not join us?" she said, bringing a beer out from behind her back. "You're only twenty-three."
"That's right." I said, snatching the beer from her hand. "And I have to work tomorrow. Now leave me the hell alone."
I threw my coat over her head, and told her to put it away. She laughed as I emptied half the beer on the staircase.
"I am not a tart!"
"A tease, then!"
"Keep it down!" I warned. "Or else!"
"Or else what?" she mocked.
Pointing at her, I wagged my finger, then said, "Fuck it," and finished off the beer. "I want another one."
Lori giggled delightedly and I pointed at her once again. "You are pissing me off, girl! Big time."
Continuing to giggle, she said: "I repeat, what are you going to do about it?"
Spinning around, I charged her. Before she could back- peddle away, I laid a good slap on Lori Anne's behind.
She exploded in laughter, then grabbed me, and we wrestled ourselves to the floor. Then Keri jumped in and we kicked and squealed and tore at each other's clothes and made a real mess of each other's hair. In the end, I somehow pinned them both to the floor.
"This goes to show you!" I panted. "What working out can do!"
Very hard, and very deliberately, I slapped them both on the rear.
Then we all three died from the giggles.
Sometime later--it must have been after two--I said: "You both go to bed. You're drunk."
"Look who's talking," Lori Anne laughed.
We were in the living room, slouched side by side on the couch, totally trashed. The Heineken's had disappeared around one o'clock, and since then we'd been drinking wine. My head went round and round and round.
"I'm dizzy," I said.
Both Lori Anne and Keri giggled. "We know that!"
Staggering to my feet, using their arms for support, I said bravely: "I will now head up the stairs, one stair at a time, and promise not to puke on my feet," which brought about another fit of giggles. Just as I turned away, however, Keri flashed me with her brassiere and I went hysterical with laughter. We began flashing each other back and forth, until I remembered I wore no brassiere and then we laughed even harder. That's when Keri stood up, raised her sweater around her neck, and took off her bra.
"Here," she said, handing it over. "Try this."
I stood there, struck with the giggles, looking at Keri's bare breasts. Suddenly, she stripped off her sweater and then Lori Anne did the same. Then Lori Anne took off her brassiere.
"Well fuck!" I exclaimed. "Why not!"
Peeling off my sweater, I stood there topless with them, laughing like mad and flashing my breasts at the open living room windows. Then we took off our jeans and our panties and started to dance and to prance and all the things you do when you're drunk.
I awoke at four a.m., really needing to pee. Slipping out of bed, I steadied myself on the nightstand--I hiccupped loudly--then staggered across the room to the door. I was still quite drunk.
"May," I whispered. "You are fucking drunk."
Loosing my grip on the doorknob, I staggered backwards, almost falling on my butt. I giggled into my cupped hand. "Gawd," I said. "You are fucking drunk."
After shaking our boobies and every other part of us, I had finally staggered upstairs while Lori Anne collapsed onto the floor and Keri took the couch. I made them promise to get dressed, but I had no idea if they had. Knowing they might both still be naked downstairs, in front of the open windows, I thought I'd better find out.
"May, you silly ass! You're still naked yourself!"
I went and put something on.
After peeing up a bloody storm, I went downstairs to the living room. The girls were sound asleep--passed out is the truth--though now both fully clothed. They lay side by side on the floor, Keri on her side and Lori Anne on her back. I watched Lori Anne's breasts rise and fall.
"Stop it," I whispered. "She's your niece."
Lori Anne didn't know I was Bi.
I watched her for a few seconds more, then stared at Keri's tiny butt and her minuscule waist. I thought of Keri's breasts. I thought of Lori Anne's breasts. Big and pendulous, with immense brown aureole and nipples correspondingly large, they bounced scandalously as she danced, up and down and left and right and one was noticeable bigger than the other.
Keri's breasts I liked more. Popping from her chest like exclamation points, they were pink-tipped with delicate little nipples that I could easily imagine myself glued to.
Shaking off this stupidity, I crossed to the floor lamp and turned it off. Then I went to the lamp on the table and turned it off as well. Then I turned off the light in the hallway, then the dining room light, so that the only illumination came from the street.
Removing the comforter from the back of the couch, I covered Keri up, then got a throw from the closet in the hall. I began to cover Lori Anne when she whispered, "No."
"Lori?" I whispered. "Are you awake?"
She moaned and placed a hand between her legs. Cupping herself, she began to rub.
Oh, Jesus, I thought. Get this kid covered up.
Before I could do this however, Lori turned on her side, and then onto her stomach. Her bottom rotated gently, and I could see her busy hand. Were she nude, Lori Anne's middle finger would be in her vagina.
Oh, my God, I thought. Please cover her up!
I did not.
Settling beside her on the floor, I put my hand on Lori's rear end, then slid it up under her sweater. I caressed her smooth skin.
"May," I whispered. "Stop it and go to bed."
I did not. Moving my hand further up her back, I felt for Lori's bra, and released the snap. I lightly rubbed her shoulder blades.
"Don't you dare," I whispered. "Don't you fucking dare." Then my finger was between my legs and sliding into my vagina, and I shivered in relief and joy. I began to breath harder.
"What are you doing?" I whispered. "This is your niece!"
"I don't care," I answered back, continuing to rub Lori's back.
My finger, already generating wetness, worked busily inside me. I leaned over and kissed the small of Lori Anne's back, then licked her warm skin. I was so fucking horny.
"Go upstairs and make yourself cum, May!" I pleaded. "Please?"
"Forget it," I said.
"May, this is so stupid!"
"I don't care."
"What if she wakes up?"
"I'll worry about that then."
Placing my left hand between Lori's thighs I touched her hand. She moaned louder. Fingering my clitoris, I wanted to finger her's. My finger performed an exquisite dance. I grew closer to orgasm. Then Lori Anne turned over and her eyes opened wide and I was so miserably caught and I saw all the repercussions that would happen and I began to shake.
"May?" Lori Anne said.
"What?" I somehow choked out.
"Make love to me?"
I sat there and stared.
Rising up on one elbow, Lori Anne said: "I've been awake the whole time. Didn't you know?"
"No," I admitted, shakily. "I thought you were dreaming."
"I was," she whispered. "Of you. Then I woke up, and you were standing there above me, and I decided to take a chance."
I continued to shake. "I don't...know what to say."
"Did I--" she began, but I cut her off.
"No," I whispered. "You did just right. I'm shaken, that's all."
She put her hand over mine. "I've known all along," she said.
"That I was bi?"
She smiled. "Actually, I thought you were gay."
I laughed. "What about you?" I asked.
She slowly nodded.
My God, I thought. How could I not know?
Nodding at Keri, I raised my eyebrows and Lori Anne shook her head. Then she grinned. "At least, not yet," she said, indicating there was hope.
"How long?" I asked. By now, she held both of my hands.
"About a year. We were freak dancing, you know, in front of the guys? We did everything but take off our clothes. We kissed and pretended to touch ourselves, and suddenly--" a sad grin crept across her face "--I realized I wasn't pretending anymore" She shrugged. "I've known it since then."
"Have you ever..." I asked.
She shook her head.
"Are you afraid?"
This time she nodded.
"So am I."
Leaning forward, I lowered my face to hers and gently kissed her lips. Then I pulled away again. "You may not like what happens," I warned. "It gets pretty intense."
She placed her hands on my thighs. "I'm ready, May. Believe me."
That's what I thought, too," I said, looking deeply into her eyes. "My first time." Then I smiled. "I wasn't as prepared as I thought."
Then she did something that left me totally shocked. Taking my right hand, she drew it to her face, then put my middle finger into her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she gently sucked upon it. Then she did my other hand.
"I'm ready," she assured me. Then she drew me down to her and we began to kiss.
Guys think two girls together are cool. For them it probably is. For us, however, making love to another woman is so far beyond sex, or even sexuality, that you may as well compare a bite of a McDonald's hamburger with a swim in a crystal clear lake. Not only is it not the same thing, they don't even relate.
Settling atop Lori Anne, I let my hands slide up her arms, and then around her neck. We began to kiss with our tongues, and tasting her, I moaned softly. Her hands flattened against my shoulder blades, then went to my shoulders, and she held me very tight. Our legs intertwined. Then Lori Anne kissed my cheek and my nose and both of my eyelids, and I kissed her right back.
"Should we go upstairs?" she whispered.
"If you don't want to disturb your friend."
She looked over at Keri. Her look of longing nearly broke my heart.
"Why don't you just ask her?" I said.
"You might be surprised."
Lori Anne shook her head. "She's hung up on guys. One guy, in particular," she said.
"But you're hung up on her," I said. "Does she know?"
Lori Anne shook her head. Then she shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. I wish I knew."
Then Keri shocked us both by turning over. She looked ready to cry. Then she did cry, breaking out in huge, noisy sobs.
"Keri!" Lori Anne cried. She reached out and grabbed at her hand, but Keri pulled away. I got off Lori Anne in a hurry.
"A year, El!" Keri wailed. "That's how long I waited! And you do this?" Rising to her knees, she struggled to get away.
"Wait!" Lori Anne begged, grabbing her friend by the knees. "Keri! Wait!"
While Keri struggled to get free, I scooted away on my butt. How could I be so stupid? Fighting hot tears, I got to my feet and ran out of the room. Lori Anne called after me but I ran up the stairs to the second floor. Throwing myself across the bed, I jammed pillows over my head, trying to block out their shouts. I was unsuccessful.
"How could you!" Keri wailed.
"I didn't know!"
"How could you not! You practically took my clothes off that night! You kissed me, for God's sakes! You played with my boobs! You did everything but fuck me!"
"But we were just dancing!"
"I wasn't just dancing!" Keri wailed.
"I know, I know!" Lori Anne soothed.
Their yelling faded away to talking, and then I could not hear them at all. I listened to myself cry.
"How could you be so stupid, May?" I sobbed.
I answered. "Because I'm an asshole, that's how. Because I'm lonely and miserable and alone!"
Then someone touched my leg and I shrieked.
"May! May! Take it easy," Lori Anne said. "It's me."
I turned over, thoroughly shaken and found that Keri was with her. My voice cracked: "I'm so sorry, you two! Don't you see I'm sorry!" I cried. "I didn't know!"
"May, stop. Nobody's blaming you."
I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "You're not?"
"Of course we're not. How could we?" She looked then at Keri. "You got us to talk. We worked things out. We both feel just the same."
"And we have a solution," Keri said.
Wiping my nose, I said: "A solution?"
Lori Anne nodded. She sat down on the bed and rubbed my leg. She said: "I decided--we decided--that because you were first, we couldn't leave you out."
Up on my elbows, I just lay there and stared.
Lori Anne continued. "If it weren't for you, we'd never have said a thing."
Keri nodded. "I didn't have the balls to say squat. Not even tonight, when I thought for sure I would. I'm not sure I ever could."
Lori Anne said, "You brought it out in the open. May. Made us fess up." She again looked at Keri. "We owe you so much." Still looking into Keri's eyes, Lori Anne said: "We want to make love to you, May. Both of us at once."
Shock froze my mind and I couldn't speak.
"As a thank you," Keri said. "For getting us right." She slowly blinked. "If that's okay?"
Okay? To make love to them both? To have them both make love to me?
Lori Anne and Keri both removed their sweaters and then their brassieres. I gulped loudly as they unzipped their jeans. Naked first, Lori Anne helped Keri remove her pants, then took off her panties. Then Lori Anne and Keri kissed and my heart rate soared. It climbed again when Keri's hand cupped Lori Anne's right breast. Then, together, they removed my negligee.
"Oh, my," I whispered, finding myself nude.
While Lori Anne fell atop me and began kissing my breasts, Keri kissed my stomach, then attacked my navel. I began to squirm. Overwhelmed by two lovers at once, I loudly gasped, then shivered everywhere at once. Deep inside my vagina, inside my rectum too, muscles clenched tight. My mind clenched. Whatever hormone fuels a woman's desire, that hormone flooded my bloodstream and this little girl was suddenly moaning with desire, lust and need.
"Please," I begged, taking Lori Anne away from my breasts. "I need you. I need you right now."
She moved to my mouth, giving me her tongue, and fireworks went off in my brain. A full Forth of July display. Then I conveyed to Keri my desperate need and, leaving my tortured navel behind, she joined Lori Anne at my mouth. One kept my tongue busy, while the other one attacked my neck. I watched, enthralled, as the two lovers kissed, their jaw muscles working hard. Then we all three kissed at once.
As the minutes wore on, touching gave way to possession, and my vagina alternately filled with Lori Anne's fingers, or those of Keri. More than once, it was both. They also worked together on my clitoris, making me absolutely nuts.
"Stop!" I gasped, shuddering intensely.
Lori Anne laughed. She held my eyes with her own.
"Please!" I begged. "This is too much!"
Then Keri was between my legs and spreading my lips and kissing and licking my clitoris. I felt it grow full. Then Lori Anne sat up and straddled my chest, then moved her vagina directly over my mouth; I attacked it maniacally, sucking and kissing and licking. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and rose off the bed, letting Keri penetrate me with her tongue. That was the end.
Exploding into orgasm (who am I kidding--I'd been orgasming for fifteen minutes), I rammed my tongue deep inside Lori Anne, trying for her cervix. Keri tried for my own. Then Lori Anne erupted in a joyful wail and tightened on my tongue, and began to orgasm herself. Keri shuddered and I felt her working her own clitoris, as she sucked upon mine. My orgasm climbed Mt. Everest and peaked. I cried out between Lori Anne's legs, "Stoooooooooooooooooop!" and then I passed out.
That night was three years ago. I have since moved on to a teaching position at the University of Pennsylvania, where my lover twins attend. They intend to continue with their post-graduate work next year.
Lori Anne changed her major during her sophomore year, switching from law enforcement to psychology. She intends to become a sex therapist, helping women to understand their sexuality. Perhaps she can help me understand mine.
Keri has chosen family law, with an eye toward helping battered women. I think that's an admirable choice. Women need all the help they can get.
And the three of us? We share an apartment off campus, and each other's beds. Lori Anne and Keri are inseparable lovers. They talk of someday getting married. Perhaps by then, same sex marriage will be legal.
Meanwhile, I'm happy with my loving pair. They pair on me two or three nights a week, or whenever I'm down, and drown my problems in sex. Sex is very underrated in the treatment of depression. The rest of our nights we snuggle together in bed, usually after Lori Anne and Keri make love. I have never seen such a happy pair.
As I write this final paragraph, Keri-brat is kissing my neck while Lori Anne-brat insists on removing my bra. Oops, there it goes now. And I just lost my top. Before Lori Anne gets my jeans down around my ankles--I know what she intends to do--I better get this document saved and sign off. I only wish you were. Perhaps, in the near future, you will be.
May (and Lori Anne and Keri)
Saturday, June 8, 2002