Senior Year Memories Ch. 30

"Why? To make sure I didn't forget you?" Josie asked.

That sounded as good an explanation as any. "Sure."

"I didn't," Josie giggled back, kissing me deeply.

Someone started clapping. Josie and I looked up toward the doorway to catch the petite blonde figure smiling down at us. Wearing a light pink sweater, a matching knee-length skirt and her hair in her usual loose pair of pigtails, she looked cute as a button and utterly wholesome, though I knew she was far from the latter description.

"Wow, guys, that was, like, super hot; I think you got me all moist and juicy just standin' here watching," Brooke said, squirming around slightly.

Suddenly awkward and uncertain of myself as the reality of the unresolved question between the three of us needed to be addressed, I said, "Uh... thanks."

"You brought breakfast?" Josie asked, speaking completely naturally, as if there was nothing strange about this arrangement.

"Totally," Brooke replied.

"Fantastic," Josie said, turning to kiss me. "Give Ryan and me a few minutes to clean up, and we'll meet you in the kitchen? I'm starving, and the three of us have a lot to talk about."

"Oh, right... okay," Brooke said, smiling nervously, then darting down the hallway.

I gulped.

Josie looked at me, kissing me quickly. "It's gonna be okay. We'll work this out."

I wanted to believe her, but a solution that didn't manage to break some hearts seemed impossible.

***

I doubted you could've found two girls at Regan Hills High School with more surface-level differences than Brooke King and Josie Wong.

Brooke was a bubbly blonde cheerleader, Josie was a Chinese goth with a love for photography.

Brooke often dressed in pink, while Josie dressed in black.

Brooke was petite, Josie had killer curves.

I loved both of them, romantically, and I knew that they both loved me the same. At the beginning of the year, sharing a love with one of these girls would've felt impossible, and here I was hoping that I'd be able to juggle both of them. No matter how many times Josie tried to reassure me as we cleaned up and got dressed to join Brooke for breakfast, I was still nervous as I joined the two of them in the kitchen.

Brooke had gone overboard in her breakfast run, getting a bag full of pastries and enough coffee to probably drown all of us three times over. The way her eyes darted from Josie to me, I got the feeling that she was trying to apologize for something, and when she spoke she only confirmed it.

"I just wanna say, Josie, that I didn't mean for any of this to happen," Brooke said quickly. "Like, I thought I knew what I was doin' when it came to love and sex this year, that I had a good handle on what I, like, did and didn't want to do and who I would and wouldn't do it with, and I thought, like, hey, I'm probably not gonna fall in love, but it would be fun if I did, but I probably wouldn't, so why not have all the fun that I could?"

"That was an impressive run-on sentence," Josie mused.

"Hey, we're totally not in class now, I can run-on all I want," Brooke snapped.

"Sorry," Josie replied.

"No, no, I'm sorry, sorry," Brooke said, twirling one of her pigtails nervously around one of her fingers. "I didn't think I'd fall in love this year and that was pretty cool, I'd just have fun with all the girls and boys and keep on keepin' on... and then Ryan got into the picture. I didn't think... ya know, Kaitlyn told me about him, and I didn't think it was possible, but he was fuckin' awesome at fuckin' awesomely, and I thought, cool, I got a new fuck buddy, and that's awesome, but when Ryan and me started hangin' out when we weren't fuckin', I found he was... well, nice. He looked at me nice. He thought of me nicely. More nicely than I think almost any other guy I been with did. We, like, became friends, then you and he got together, and I was so happy because if any guy deserves a kickass girlfriend it's Ryan, and then I got a boyfriend, and things seemed cool... but I never stopped thinking about Ryan, and maybe I got a little jealous, but I didn't want to do anything because I respect Ryan and even though I don't know you too well I totally respect you too, and I thought it'd be cool just being besties with Ryan, but it wasn't just that, I, like, wanted more, so I told Ryan, and... don't blame Ryan for any of this, please? He didn't encourage any of this. This is on me."

"It isn't, Brooke," I said, not wanting her to take all the blame when the blame wasn't hers alone.

"It is!" Brooke defended.

Josie sipped on her coffee, looking at Brooke with great consideration. These were two people who hadn't had a lot of reason to be in the same room with each other outside of class, but had been thrown together more than a few times this year thanks to me. Whether it was me getting Brooke to help Josie and me with the Halloween Scream, or both of them immediately coming to my side and helping me with my mad Christmas plan, I knew these two had spent some time together, but I didn't know if they'd spent any more time together than we had right now.

"So, you two love each other? This is a sure thing?" Josie asked.

Brooke and I looked at each other, then her.

"Yeah," I said.

"Totally," Brooke confirmed.

"And neither of you tried to hide it from me?" Josie asked.

"Not for a second," I said. Brooke nodded vigorously next to me, sending her blonde pigtails bobbing.

"Then you didn't fuck up. You didn't try to go behind my back, you didn't try to fuck around with my head or gaslight me or anything like that... and that's good. I've been on the receiving end of that gaslighting shit before. Jackson really fucked me up and put me in a bad place, and it's not a place I ever want to be again. You came to me, and you told me, and I appreciate that. I really do. I don't... I don't know you well, Brooke, but I know you don't seem bad for a ditzy cheer slut," Josie said.

"Thanks, I get that a lot!" Brooke exclaimed brightly. "I don't really know a lot of the whole goth thing, but, it's not hard to tell you're crazy hot too!"

"That... wasn't what I was trying to say, but... I'll take it," Josie admitted, smiling at the compliment.

I hadn't had to say much so far, and this was probably the main thing that had me hopeful that this was going to end better than expected. If I didn't have to say anything, I didn't run the risk of fucking anything up, and if these two kept getting on like they did...

"Ryan?" Josie asked.

Well, fuck.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"What's your thought on this?" Josie asked.

I looked into Josie's curious eyes, and Brooke's hopeful eyes, and I had absolutely no answer. I had some inklings of some ideas, some hopes and dreams, but stuff that I wouldn't dare hope to bring up and be taken seriously.

Sighing, I started talking off the cuff. "More than anything, I just don't want any of us to walk away hurt. I really don't. I know that you've been badly hurt before, Josie, and I know you've had your share of heartaches before, Brooke-"

"Totally," Brooke interrupted.

"-and the less said about the mess with Tori and me, the better. We've all been hurt when it comes to love in the past, and we've all got some love on the line here, and I don't want that to blow up in any of our faces. If we could figure out something that'd work for all of us, I think that'd be best. I just don't know how possible that is," I said.

Josie nodded. Brooke blew a lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Something I want to make clear, is I don't want to make this a competition with any of us. Friendly competitions I can live with, they add some of that spice of life, but when those competitions become unfriendly and nasty shit starts coming out..." Josie said, looking intently at Brooke.

"Oh, totally, I hate that catty shit. It's such a bitchy girl thing. I mean, I'm all about being a bitchy girl when it suits, but it's, like, totally tiring and I just can't with it for too long. You don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fight, I want to figure something out that makes us all happy, like Ryan does," Brooke said.

"Good," Josie agreed.

Brooke's face brightened so quickly that I could've sworn I heard the ding of the cartoon lightbulb appearing above her head. "Should we work out, like, a calendar where we can share Ryan? Like, alternating days of the week, or alternating weeks, or-?"

"While I enjoy being treated as a piece of meat sometimes, I don't want to be passed around like that. It kinda takes the romance out of things when we're all talking about how to manage an awkward romance," I said.

"Oh," Brooke said, looking down sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. That suggestion was about the closest I had to an idea too," Josie said, looking thoughtfully into her coffee as if it had all the answers. Now, while coffee may have the answer to many of life's greatest questions, this just was not one of those times.

I had honestly hoped that one of them would have the idea that would make all the puzzle pieces drop into place, but when that didn't happen, it got me thinking back on a conversation I'd had about a week back. After my encounter with Fatima, I'd talked to Rachel on Skype about the issue I was having with my complicated love life, and after some back and forth she threw out a couple ideas that sounded interesting. They were ideas I hadn't brought up before because I didn't think anyone would go for them, but with the ball firmly in my court now, I knew I had to try something.

"I think... something we can all agree on, is that the three of us have some fairly non-traditional interpretations of monogamy, right? That even in the confines of a relationship, that we're the kinds of people who couldn't fully be ourselves if we couldn't embrace our less traditional sexual habits, right?" I asked.

"Totally," Brooke agreed.

"That's for damn sure," Josie said.

"But I also know, that it seems like we're also the kind of people who want someone we can share that with and still have something resembling, if not entirely closely, an intimate relationship with. Someone we can spend time with without sex needing to be a thing, someone we can hold hands with and tell we love and be loved back, someone we look forward to seeing every day and who we know will be there for us as more than just a friend, right?" I said.

Again, Josie and Brooke agreed.

"Then..." Okay, this next part was going to be the hard part. I took a breath, and said, "Then maybe we should consider discussion of polyamory."

This seemed to hit both Brooke and Josie curiously. Josie asked, "You want to have us both as girlfriends?"

"Like a harem?" Brooke asked skeptically. I had to nip that word in the bud right away.

"No, no, no, I would never call it that. Harems, they're a kind of ownership of one man throwing his power around a bunch of vulnerable women and that's not what any of us want. No... I was thinking, at least as it was explained to me by one of the wisest people I know, that we should perhaps talk the terms of an open, jealousy-free relationship where the three of us can be in one big partnership together. Maybe one with me as a center if that's what we had to do, but, it'd be really cool if it were one with the possibility where all three of us would be completely equal partners. I won't try to tell the two of you how to feel about each other, and I won't demand that of you, but it was something I wanted to put out there."

Josie and Brooke looked at me, then at each other, both of them thinking this over. I don't think it was a matter of the idea being so outside the realm of their understandings, as both of them had a tremendously open view of sexuality, but more a matter of thinking about whether or not they could see spending this much time with each other.

"It... could work. I'll admit, that I didn't think before this year that I'd ever be with anyone like Ryan, and that's worked out so well so far. You seem a good person, Brooke, and if Ryan believes in you, then I can believe in you. I... I've had problems with cheerleaders in the past, but I think it definitely could work if we tried," Josie said.

Brooke squealed with delight. "You mean it? I mean, you, like, really, truly mean it? 'cause if you do that'd be soooooooooo amazing; I never had a problem with you, and every time I hung out with you this year I thought you were cool and hot and if it means you're cool with me and Ryan and I'm cool with you and Ryan and we're all cool and happy and not hurting or anything then I'm totally, totally, totally one hundred and fifty thousand-million-billion-zillion onboard with this idea!"

"Zillion's not a number," Josie said.

"Duh!" Brooke shot back, tossing her head so both of her pigtails were over her shoulders. "I know that, I'm not a dummy! But a girl's got a reputation to keep up so people'll continue to underestimate her and so she can surprise them by busting out her non-ditz side, and so, I, like, say zillion."

Josie rocked her head from side to side, thinking this over. "Okay. There's definite potential there."

To say this had gone remarkably well would have been an understatement, mostly because I expected everything to explode. I shouldn't have really worried too much because these were two smart girls I trusted and knew well, but still, it was a surprise. So much I'd hoped not to go wrong this year had found a way of going wrong, and instead of something immediately jumping to the worst case scenario, I should've known some things were actually bound to work out favorably.

I looked at Josie, then leaned over to kiss her. Then I did the same with Brooke.

Without needing prompting, Brooke then stood up and practically skipped over to Josie's chair, leaning down and kissing her. The two of them kissed for a good, long while, making out not for my benefit but because it was them getting to understand each other on a new level. That didn't mean I wouldn't enjoy the image, but it was a unique form of communication that the two shared well.

"You're a good kisser," Josie admitted, smiling almost drunkenly up at Brooke.

"If you think that's somethin', you should totally see me fuck! Or, like, actually fuck if you wanna instead of just watching!" Brooke squealed, looking back and forth from me to Josie so enthusiastically her pigtails swung wildly. "Are you guys thinkin' threesome? Because I'm, like, so totally horny from watching you earlier and from relief that we're not all fighting right now when we really could be fighting and I sorta expected us to be fighting and I'm thinkin' threesome? Might be a good way to, like, figure out terms and the like like you were talking about, Ryan?" Brooke suggested.

"I think you just want a threesome," I said.

"And?" Brooke asked.

"Gonna have to say I'm with her on this one," Josie said.

"You are? Sweet!" Brooke exclaimed. "Ryan? You down?"

I might've still been surprised by how this had developed, but I was slowly starting to feel relief and excitement for where this was going.

It was no longer slowly when Brooke jumped up and sat down on the kitchen table between us. Excitedly, she pulled up her skirt over her thighs and spread her legs, showing us her bare pussy with the light golden patch of pubic hair above it, shaved as ever in the shape of a heart. True to her word, her pussy lips were quite moist and engorged, and were every bit as pink as Brooke's favorite color.

"No panties?" Josie mused, staring appreciatively at Brooke's slit.

Brooke giggled. "So if I'm bein' honest, and I got no reason to be dishonest, I was totally afraid goin' into this, like, totally petrified that everything in the world was about to explode all over us with screaming and shouting and people saying mean things (and mean things totally suck), but there was a teensy part of me that was, like, totally hoping something like this would happen and that there might be happiness and fun and a hot threesome, so... I came prepared, just in case."

"You really are smarter than you look," Josie said, impressed.

"I could've told you that," I said.

Josie shrugged, but still didn't take her eyes off of Brooke's pussy. "I've got some long-ingrained biases about cheerleaders, some of which I might need to check."

"Hey, I had to deal with my biases too this year, so it's cool. And you're not, like, *all* wrong, there's a lotta cunts out there in uniform, but me and my friends, we're most of us good and I'm, like, the sweetest of the bunch. Up here..." Brooke said, pointing at her head, then dropping her finger toward her pussy. "...and down here. So I'm told. Ryan?"

"It is pretty sweet," I admitted, my mouth watering at the sight of her damp lips. No matter how many times I saw them, they always looked so perfect and sweet to me.

I looked at Josie, almost for permission, but when she looked at me as if what I wanted to do was the most obvious thing in the world, I didn't have a problem diving in. I licked at Brooke's pussy as I'd licked at it countless times before, teasing her clit and savoring the flavor of her juices almost as much as I did the squeals of delight she made while I went down on her.

"Ooh, yes! That is, like, totally awesome! I love you, Ryan!" Brooke squealed, running her hands through my hair as I ate her out.

Josie watched the two of us curiously, and though I half-expected this to end badly, instead she stood up and kissed Brooke. The two of them made out while I ate Brooke's pussy, running their hands over each other and rubbing their tits against each other's through their tops. As images I'd fantasized about that I never actually expected to see went, this was pretty high on my list, so you could say I was pretty happy.

With a loud smacking of lips, Josie broke off from Brooke and leaned in next to me.

"Ryan's good at eating pussy. I'm better," Josie said, leaning in close to me and sticking out her tongue. Brooke's legs were spread wide enough to just barely accommodate the two of us between them, but with two tongues on her pussy at once, Brooke might have been in fucking heaven.

"Hahaha, oh, fucking wow, this is great, this is sooooooooooooo great... fuck, we should've done this sooner, we should've done this ages ago, fuckfuckfuckfuck I love it, I love it!" Brooke squealed.

Though I didn't want to leave, Josie pushed me away from Brooke's cunt not so subtly, leaving me to need to find a place to jump in. I might've pouted a little, but Brooke wasn't going to let me feel left out.

"Awww, don't blame her for... fuck she really does have a nice mouth... one of the best, no offense Ryan... don't blame Josie for wanting to play with my cute little kitty, like, you know how nice it is. C'mere, Ryan, there's still plenty more of me to play with..." Brooke said, pulling me in close.

I knew about as well as anyone who'd had the pleasure of having sex with Brooke how true that was. I made out with her while Josie had at her pussy. While I was happy that this kind of pleasure was going around for two girls I loved, now that my worries had dissipated, I was looking to be a little more greedy. I reached down and pulled Brooke's sweater up around her neck and over her firm A-cup tits. Unsurprisingly, her nipples were rock hard and incredibly sensitive, and I played with them and tweaked them while she writhed and rocked her hips against Josie's face. Though I still kissed Brooke, I looked down at Josie and she up at me, the two of us silently agreeing that we were going to get Brooke off and get her off hard.

Josie and I redoubled our efforts, with our mouths on both of Brooke's sets of lips and my hands playing with her sensitive tits, Brooke didn't really stand a chance. It only took a few minutes before she cried out into my mouth and she shuddered heavily, coating Josie's face with her juices.