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              Chapter Four



The last months of the school year were filled
with serious study, term papers and
examinations, which restricted the time the
three of us could spend alone together. People
in the dorm also began to talk about us, about
what we were obviously doing in the girls'
room and sometimes in mine. The dorm
counselor frowned severely at me on several
occasions, however she said nothing.

Then disaster struck, although not all at once.
My first foreboding of it came when Molly
and I lay naked on her bed after a splendid
bout of love making, her left leg thrown over
me, her face nuzzled in my neck.

"Tommy," she said softly, "will you be the
only man I shall ever know?"

Her words sounded ominous, but I did not
understand how to reply.

"It doesn't seem right," she continued. "I'm
only nineteen years old, and I'm too young to
be married for life."

I remained silent and dreaded her thoughts.

"Not that I want to love any other guy but you,
Tommy. Still, I'm curious."

She did not say anything more, and I soon got
up, dressed and went to my room after a
perfunctory good night to her and a peck on
her lips. I was very distressed, because Molly
could have any guy she wanted. She could
entice an ancient Pope to sin with her.

The next day, when I went into the cafeteria
for breakfast and settled myself at their table,
Alice sat silently and just poked at her food.
She looked very morose. Molly was nervous,
because it was obvious that she wanted to say
something, but feared to do so.

"What's the problem?" I asked, not really
wanting to hear an answer.

"Tommy, we . . .we are seeing too much of
you."

"Don't say 'we', Molly," Alice interrupted in
bitter anger.

"Well, I need some time off. I want to meet
other people," she said abruptly.

I just got up and walked away from them. I felt
absolutely betrayed. Alice ran after me,
crying, and she grabbed my hand, trying to
stop me.

"Tommy don't leave me," she sobbed,
oblivious of the students who stopped to look
at the scene.

"I'll never leave you, Alice," I said tersely,
"but I have to go now."

I looked back at the table. Molly had left.

                 * * *

The next few weeks were the bleakest of my
life. Alice came to my room a number of
times, but I never asked Alan to leave, to give
us some privacy.  It was cruel of me, because
Alice was not at fault in any way. The little
girl sobbed each time we met, even in public,
wanting me to hold her, to cuddle her, to
reassure her that her world had not completely
fallen apart. She was such a romantic girl. She
had created a fantasy universe which was
inhabited by just the three of us, and now it
was blown asunder.I was bitter beyond
measure, to such a degree that I hurt the one
person who truly loved me. I came to feel
guilty about my behavior toward Alice, my
aloofness and coldness.

One evening we encountered each other
outside the main library on campus. She
looked up at me beseechingly like an
abandoned puppy in desperate need of a gentle
pet. I loved her so much, and felt ashamed that
I had hurt her. I pulled her to me and the little
girl clutched me tightly, sobbing with her face
pressed to my chest.

Alice agreed to take a drive with me into the
countryside, where we both knew that we
would find a quiet spot beneath some trees
and make love. We didn't speak as I drove
down the two lane road with my right arm
around her, snuggling her to me. I found the
place for which I was looking, before the dusk
turned to dark, a place where the three of us
had enjoyed a jolly picnic and love feast not
too long before, when the Spring had just
turned warm. Alice recognized the spot
immediately, and she pressed her face hard
against my shoulder with a quiet sob. Her
throat must be aching, I thought, just as mine
was.

It was late in May. The copse just behind us
was alive with the sounds of insects and birds
settling in for the night. We spread the blanket
over the grass and wildflowers. The scent of
honeysuckle wafted to our nostrils from
somewhere. We were soon naked, and we
made gentle love with me on top, as she
insisted, and she sighed in thankfulness, when
she came.

Once we were spent, we could finally talk. I
pulled the edges of the blanket over us for the
warmth, because the night had grown misty
and cool.

"Alice, please forgive me for my ugliness
these past weeks."

"You were indeed ugly, Tommy, but I
understand. Despite it, we never stopped
loving each other, and that's what counts."

We cuddled for a long while in silence. I
wanted to make love to the precious girl
again.

"Do you want me to tell you about Molly?"
Alice asked almost in a whisper.

"Yes," I replied, not knowing if that was the
right choice.

"She loves you no less than before, but she is
totally ashamed about what she has done. She
gave herself to the first guy who approached
her, a guy who happened to be a large football
player, who, she told me, was crude and rough
with her. Then she let Professor Edgerton
have his way with her for about three weeks,
every night."

I knew Edgerton. He was an associate
professor of English, about thirty five years
old, very suave and handsome, smart, witty
and charming. I could understand Molly
choosing him. She must have been flattered by
his attention to her.

"She broke it off," Alice continued, "because
she became bored with him. He was selfish in
bed, and he was only interested in her
physical appearance. She could not imagine
that he was capable of love, and she certainly
was not in love with him. She misses being
loved, Tommy, truly loved, the way it was
with the two of you before. For the past two
weeks she has been in a horrible funk. I hear
her weeping in her bed at night, and
sometimes she cries out your name in her
sleep. Can you forgive her Tommy? Please? I
want us to be a family again."

Of course I could forgive her. I could forgive
her anything, but I was nevertheless still
bitterly angry at her.

"Yes," I replied. "But I'll need a few days to
cool down. I have been in such a state for the
past weeks."

"Oh, Tommy!" Alice squealed in her little girl
voice, and I delighted to hear that sound again.

"May I tell her?"

"Yes, tell her. Tell her that I still love her as
much as before."

Alice kissed me wildly on the lips and
pressed her body to mine.

"May I be on top this time?" she asked shyly
as she gripped my hard cock.

                 * * *

"Thomas," Alan said, touching my shoulder
gently as I read a physics textbook at my table.
"Your tall girl is here to see you. I'll go to the
library now."

I looked to the door, as Alan rushed out, and I
saw Molly, her eyes slightly puffy from
crying, standing in the doorway, her arms
slack at her sides. She seemed to be
absolutely desolate. She just stood there, not
venturing to come in as she had done so often
in the past, not knowing if she were welcome
after the misery she had inflicted upon me. I
stood and looked at her, and an ugly thought
clouded my mind: she was no longer my pure,
virgin bride. She had betrayed me. Yet I loved
her. I ached for her soft touch. Still there was
an echo of hatred in my heart. Molly began to
cry in convulsive sobs as she stood in the
doorway looking at me, pleading with her
eyes. I stared at her, a princess in ruin, and I
felt a deep pity for the miserable woman. I
rushed to her and pulled her to me, slamming
the door shut with my foot. We stood holding
each other in silence until our breathing
returned to normal.

"Tommy, . . .."

"Don't say a word, please."

"But . . ."

"I don't want to hear it, an apology, an
explanation. What's done is done."

"You're very angry . . ."

"Damned right I am. Don't get me started! I
love you as much as ever, but we have lost
something. An innocence, a purity. I will
always know it, when I make love to you.

"Perhaps I should go," Molly said suddenly
with her old sternness. "I don't want to be a
bad memory."

"No, no, I shouldn't have said that," I pleaded.
"Let's start anew. I want to make babies with
you.  I could not imagine having another girl
 but you, except Alice."

"Except Alice?"

"Yes, Alice has never betrayed me."

"I think that I'll go now, Tommy," Molly
announced with indignation, her old self, but
she did not try to free herself from my
encircling arms. I kissed her face and
whispered love words. The beautiful woman
melted to me as she had never done before,
surrendering herself fully.

Our love making was slow and gentle and our
climaxes, as we kissed, were unspectacular,
but sweeter than ever before. I did not think
for a moment about those two guys to whom
Molly had given herself. I was beyond joy in
having her back.

                 * * *

The most annoying problem we faced that
Summer, when we were back home, was
finding a place where we could be alone
together. I had a job with my dad's company,
and the two girls were also employed.  We
were busy at the same time that Alice's mother
was away at work, so we were not able to
take advantage of that empty house. We were
reduced to having hurried, furtive sex in odd
places, like the Metro park.

Then Jack Kovacic came to our rescue. One
day after work he appeared at my house for a
visit, We hadn't seen each other since prom
night, over a year before. We went outside to
shoot some hoops.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I asked.

"Ya. I'm back with Betty Morrison. You know
her," he said, leering at me in a friendly way.

"She's a sweet girl," I smiled back, "but she
often, you know, talks too much.

"Yes, I suppose so. She says that you are
doing both Alice and Molly. Is that true?" he
replied with an incredulous voice.

"Yes, it's true. But I'm not 'doing' them, Jack.
We love one another, and we may be together
for a very long time."

"A menage a trois."

"Precisely."

"Well, Tommy, I somewhat selfishly wish that
you weren't that close to them, because I'm
really curious, you know, about Molly, about,
you know, what she's like."

I grinned at my friend and said "She's perfect
Jack, absolutely perfect. She's just what you
would dream of her being, and Alice is just as
good, in her own, different way."

"I know that I couldn't handle two women. I
find it difficult to satisfy just one."

"Betty is demanding, isn't she?" I replied with
my own leer. Jack gave me a friendly punch
on the shoulder. "Our problem is finding a
place where we can be alone together," I
continued.

"You mean for playing board games and
pinochle."

"What else?"

"Well you're in luck today, Tommy. I'm the
desk man at a motel, the second shift, from
four to midnight. We have a set of three units
that are detached from the main building. We
almost never rent out any one of them, because
they're older and a bit run down, so my boss asks
just eighteen bucks a night for them. You can play
noisy card games there and no one
will hear you."

                  * * *

"A motel room?" Molly replied, when I told
the girls the good news, and she wrinkled her
pert nose.

"Oh, Molly," Alice responded. "It's more than
we have now, and we can afford it two or
three times a week. Can we go there today,
Tommy? Can we go there now?"

I looked at Molly, who gave me a naughty grin
of assent. It was then six thirty. We had just
finished supper at Alice's house. Her mother
pretended that she didn't know about us, about
our relationship, something she found
intriguing, yet baffling.

We got into my car, the girls in back, and we
immediately set off for the motel. I heard
squeals from the two of them as they did girl
things with each other, working themselves up
for the excitement to come. It had been weeks
since we had last been together in a relaxed,
secure environment.

                 * * *

Jack grinned at me as I came through the door
of the motel office.

"Did you bring your cards?"

"Ya, two decks. I've already opened them, but
they're still fresh."

I signed in as Mr. Magoo and paid him the
eighteen dollars.

"The other units out there will be unoccupied
tonight," Jack said. "You can play a trumpet in
your room and no one will hear."

                 * * *

The girls twittered in excitement as I fumbled
to open the door with the key that Jack had
given me. It smelled musty inside the room,
and Molly immediately opened a couple of
windows. The furniture was old and
scratched. A starving artist seascape, sofa
size, hung over the dresser. The bed was
large. Alice quickly knelt upon it.

"It's not too saggy," she announced as she
unbuttoned her blouse.

We were, at last, alone in a comfortable hide
away, and we had hours to spend together. I
wondered what we should do first. I felt that I
had three, perhaps four shots in my monster. I
would try for four, I decided, two for each of
them. Within a minute we were naked. I
admired their beauty, each so different from
the other. Molly was absolutely dazzling, of
course, and Alice looked like a pubescent girl.

"You've trimmed your bushes," I observed,
which were indeed much more modest than I
remembered.

"Yes, last night," Molly explained, "when I
stayed over at Alice's house. We just cut it
shorter. We didn't shave."

"Molly once shaved me," Alice chirped, "and
it got real itchy, when it grew back in."

"She looked like an eleven year old, when I
was finished," Molly said with a grin as she
laid herself onto the bed next to Alice, "and it
was a real rush to make love to her like that."

"I didn't know that you're into little girls," I
teased.

"I played out an old fantasy with Alice,"
Tommy. "I would never touch a kid."

"But it was still highly illegal, having sex with
her when she looked like an eleven year old."

"That's ridiculous. She was eighteen years
old."

"Had you taken a picture of her and someone
caught you with it, you could have gone to
prison, even though Alice was eighteen,
because it's against the law to have pictures of
adult girls who deliberately appear to be
underage. It would be the same as having a
picture of a real eleven year old.

"That's stupid."

"Ya, but it's the law. So if you have sex with a
girl you make to look like an eleven year old,
it's the same as child molestation, isn't it?

"I don't know Tommy, and I don't care about
stupid laws. When I got my face, you know,
close to her, I could see that she had been
shaved. She wasn't really smooth."

"Well at your upcoming trial we can use that
observation in your defense."

"You're not going to be a lawyer, Tommy.
You're going to med school."

"You've decided that?"

"Yes, I have. You'll have to make a lot of
money to afford the two of us."

"And our babies," Alice interjected in her
sing, song little girl voice. "We'll have twice
as many babies as most families."

"Tommy, that monster baby maker of yours
seems to be very alert," Molly observed dryly.

Yes, my cock was quite rigid as I stood
looking down on my two, naked lovers. It was
not especially long, just over average, but it
was rather thick.

"Alice and I did each other rather extensively
last night, Tommy, so this time it's pretty much
your party. Which of us is first?"

"Love Molly first, Tommy. I want to cuddle
close and watch."

That was actually what I wanted, although I
felt uncomfortable about choosing between the
two of them.. They knew that, and that is why
they always seemed to make the decision for
me.

                 * * *

It was absolutely marvelous that evening. I did
have four shots in my piece.

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