Richard at College 02 Bisex MMF College (Birthday Sandwich and Holiday Cheer)
My name is Richard.
I'm a college freshman. I've just turned 19, and tomorrow is the last day of classes for the year.
By the time that I had gotten a handle on my heavy class load, being away from home for the first time and swim team it was mid-October.
My roommate, Dean, had arranged something for my Birthday. He knew that I was bi, I knew that he was straight, but he looked smug on that Saturday morning.
We walked to an apartment building a block from the campus. It only had about ten units but was busy, so it seemed to be full of older students that could just barely afford an apartment. Some students were sunning on the lawn, a guy in board shorts was making hamburgers on a tiny Smoky Joe on a balcony, which didn't seem safe to me.
Dean led me to an apartment on the second floor. He knocked funny, like it was a signal, and then opened the door.
Two students, probably sophomores or juniors, yelled "Surprise!" at me.
They were both in shorts and solid sweaters, I guess United Colors. They were happy to see me for some reason. I had never seen them before.
I looked at Dean for some explanation.
"This is Joe and Kate", Dean said. "They're here to help you celebrate your eighteenth birthday!"
My straight roommate kissed me on the cheek, then said, "They're bi. I told them how you celebrate your birthday, and they've agreed. I'll leave you in their capable hands. Bye!", and Dean was gone.
Joe and Kate took their sweaters off, then took my shirt off.
They looked at my Indian sandals like they were grenades, so I took care of those myself.
Once I was barefoot, they were naked, so I took of my shorts and underwear in one motion.
Joe and Kate both kissed me on the lips. Each of them took one of my hands and dragged me into their bedroom.
Either my parents had spoiled me or this room was cheap. Everything was second hand.
There was a three-pack of condoms and Astro-Glide on a nightstand. I'd heard of it but never seen it before.
Each nightstand had its own box of tissues.
Joe and Kate were already on the bed and motioned to me to get in the middle. Joe grabbed my dick, Kate put a hand on one of my nipples and they started alternately kissing me and each other. Soon they were running their hands over my body, and my dick started to react.
My brain was arguing over being taken for granted or enjoying sex. I decided to hate myself after lunch, and reached to feel Kate's breasts with one hand and Joe's dick with the other. I forced myself to smile. I looked at Joe and softly said to him, "We need to take care of the lady first. Women don't climax during intercourse."
Kate let out a gasp, and Joe and I went to work with the kisses and caresses. Joe ended up going to town on Kate's pussy while I gave her tits attention.
After she loudly climaxed, she looked at me and said, "Fuck me".
I made her wait while I handed a condom packet to Joe, put another condom on me, then handed Joe the lube.
I was inside of Kate pretty quickly.
Joe didn't take long to get all the way into my butt, and soon we got a rhythm going.
I was a little distracted by the thought that the neighbor's grill on the balcony was going to burn the whole building down at any moment.
Kate ended up making a lot of noise. I think maybe the rule is that if you want a woman to climax during intercourse, get her off first and the second climax will be during intercourse.
More research is required. This may be my fourth-year thesis.
While I was fucking Kate and Joe was fucking me I forced myself to appreciate the sensations and how lucky I was to be there.
I picked up the pace, and Joe followed my lead. We might've been going at it for fifteen minutes when I felt myself speed up and hit the point of no return.
My ass clamped down on Joe, and he came a few seconds after me. Kate made some musical noise I never heard before, but their neighbors probably recognized it.
We did hold each other for a few minutes after pulling out. When Joe got a tissue for his condom, I took a few from the opposite night stand and took care of my condom.
I kissed them before they got in their tiny shower, then I dressed and let myself out.
I stopped and got brunch on the way to the dorm.
When I got to our room, Dean was excitedly waiting for my report.
I told him that we did it, it was fun and it felt great but please don't arrange sex for me again.
"Why?"
I explained that for three-odd years I'd been having sex with people that I loved very deeply. He nodded.
I then told him that since I'd been at college, I'd had sex with about six people, none of whom did I really know much less love.
Dean said that he understood what I was saying, and it never came up again.
Thanksgiving came; I drove home on Wednesday night, we dealt with relatives, too many people in a small house, itchy sweaters and forced smiles, the same as the rest of the country. I had long been careful about my diet, being on swim team; the spread looked fatal to me. I only ate one plate of food, and got some judgmental looks for not being a pig.
On Friday morning at about 8am, Betty called and invited me to Bill's. I put on long pants with my Indian sandals, and a jacket. It was raining, so I drove to Bill's for the first time ever. Betty had gone to an art school to learn commercial illustration, and Bill to an engineering school. Bill's swim team didn't even compete against mine.
As soon as I was in the door, Bill and Betty hugged and kissed me. We had no secrets from any of our parents.
The pool shelter where we hung out in the summer was out, so we went into the basement.
Betty and Bill complimented my exotic sandals as I took them off, and they dropped their shoes and socks.
We were usually naked together, so barefoot was a step in the right direction.
We talked about college. All of us had found enough sex, though none of us was really dating or had met a boyfriend or girlfriend.
Bill and I tactfully compared notes and described the college swim team culture as "surreal. Both of us were bald, so we didn't need ask each other how that happened.
Betty asked us to stand up and take our shirts off. I hadn't anticipated sex with Bill's parents' home, but Bill and I pulled off our shirts, glanced at each other, then at Betty. Then we looked back at each other.
"Bill, you're built like a tank!", I said.
"Your muscles! Dude, you're a sculpture!", Bill replied.
Betty said, loudly, "You're both sexy as hell!"
Betty started stripping. Bill and I followed. The three of us made out and felt each other up, like we did a thousand times before but now Bill and I had different bodies. We'd been working out and swimming on an aggressive schedule, and we were completely hairless.
The three of us formed a triangle and did oral sex. Since we were on a hard basement floor and Bill's parents were upstairs, we didn't think we could do much else.
Probably by the time we were done, Bill's parents had a good idea of what we were up to.
One new thing happened as we finished, I saw that all three of us were shredding tears. "I've had plenty of sex but I love you two so much, I missed you terribly." I said.
Betty and Bill just nodded.
We stayed barefoot but dressed otherwise, and went up to Bill's kitchen to talk about classes and made plans to see each other the day after Christmas.
We kissed again. Betty and I eventually put something on our feet and I drove her home in my car.
I'd floated through the last month of classes and swim competitions with my mind never quite in the here and now.
There was an LGBTQ dance at the GSA; I noticed that Glenn from swim team and his girl Hope had been at all of these, and that I'd danced with both of them each time.
On Christmas Eve, I drove home for holidays.
The weather had turned evil, and my beloved sandals were packed away, the shoes and socks having won yet again.
Christmas was cozy with my parents, at least till lunch, and then we had to pretend to be excited to see irritating relatives we had just seen in November.
At 8pm that evening, as the last ones were being cheerfully thrown out, Betty called an asked me to come pick her up at 2pm the next day.
She told me to pack an overnight bag and plan to be gone about 24 hours. I agreed and told my parents, who seemed surprised but didn't argue.
After lunch on December 26th, I got ready, put my bag in the trunk, and headed for Betty's.
Bill was on his porch with his old school backpack. He got in behind me and complimented me on the car.
He now had his Mom's old Jetta, but for some reason I was the chauffer. "Where are we going?", Bill asked.
"Good question", I answered. "Betty?"
"Airport Hilton", Betty commanded.
Bill and I were surprised, but Betty didn't correct herself or laugh. It was the best hotel in town.
We got there and I parked.
The lobby had a marble floor and fancy woodwork, and the ceiling must have been thirty feet tall.
Betty had a printout with a barcode and checked in faster than Bill and I were ready.
The three of us followed her to an elevator, backpacks in hand.
The room had a king-sized bed, a separate living room, and a jet tub with a shower, though it was too small for the three of us.
After we'd gawked like yokels, Betty put a "Do not disturb" sign on the door and started stripping.
Bill and I didn't need a hint.
Bill started to close the blinds.
"We're on the 11th floor. Leave them open and let the world watch!", proclaimed Betty.
Finally the three of us came together and started making out like we were starving for it.
We felt each other up aggressively.
Betty finally put herself in the middle of that huge bed with her limbs spread out.
"Love Me!", she commanded.
Gone were the days when we used to ask Bill, "What's next?".
Bill got on one side, I got on the other.
We took turns French kissing her, trading kisses and caresses, kissing her temples, closed eyes, ears, neck, chin and shoulders while our hands worked her breasts, nipples and making her shiver with strokes to her ribs.
We worked our mouths over her breasts and nipples while our hands worked down to her hips, thighs and finally her pussy.
We took our time. After a while Bill was straddling one of Betty's legs while I was straddling the other.
Bill and I took turns kissing and licking around Betty's pussy, just avoiding her clit as long as we could.
Finally, Bill gave me a questioning look. I nodded and moved up to work my mouth on her nipple while he went nuts on her clit.
I think everybody on the same floor of the hotel heard Betty. She was going into outer space.
When it was over, Bill and I both kissed Betty. I went to get Bill a condom. As I rolled it on his dick Bill said, "I want you in my ass".
"Late birthday?", I asked.
"Something like that", Bill agreed.
Bill penetrated Betty's pussy and stopped there. She let out a gasp. I saw her smile really big.
Soon I had a condom on and used the lube.
I was all the way into Bill in less than a minute. I wondered how busy he'd been in school.
We got a slow rhythm going, determined to make this last because our time together was so precious.
I don't know how to describe it now. We had done this twice in the past on Bill's birthdays.
Of course the sex was fantastic, but on top of everything we'd done before we'd been apart for so long, and those summer days by Bill's pool seemed ages in the past.
In few words it was a sex sandwich and Bill was in the middle.
On another plane it was our physical expression of the love, the three of us had forever.
I heard that the Greeks had different words for different kinds of love, and we had all of those going.
We tried to make it last but too soon Bill groaned and shuddered and I felt his ass clamp on my dick.
The three of us held on for a minute, but had to pull ourselves apart and find a more sustainable place for all of us to be.
I noticed that I wasn't focusing right, and realized that it was tears. When my vision cleared up I saw that Bill and Betty had tears too.
"Happy tears?", I asked. Betty just nodded.
Bill answered, "Happy tears".
We cleaned up condoms, lube etc. and cuddled for probably an hour, then we showered and walked to a really nice place for dinner.
I felt under-dressed in my jeans, but the waiter didn't seem to care.
Betty told the waiter one check and ordered one sparkling cider for each of us.
Not booze, but it looked fancy and there were bubbles.
Betty raised her glass and toasted her mother.
Bill and I raised our glasses and drank, and then gave Betty a dumb look.
"My Mom paid for our room here, and this dinner".
Bill and I raised another toast, to Betty and her Mom.
The three of us fell asleep naked and touching that night, the first time I'd slept with anybody.
In the morning we did another sandwich, with me in Betty's pussy and Bill in my ass.
We cleaned up, stayed naked and cuddled for another hour before we dressed, kissed and started the drive back to our homes.
On the thirtieth, my parents and I went to a non-alcoholic pre-New Year's Eve dance.
I hadn't been out like this with my folks in many years, and certainly not since Betty, Bill and I had taken a dance class in high school.
I danced with a couple of girls and both of my parents; I finally got to show them what the dance lesson money had paid for.
The next night we were in bed before 9PM, till the neighborhood idiots started fireworks.
After supper on New Year's Day, I drove back to school.