Dressed in Clover

Chapter 7 (starting January 8, 2021)

We go to a brewery Friday (January 8) evening. We have the table in the corner. The three of us are affectionate towards each other, but not overly affectionate. We aren’t making out or anything, but some people take notice. We’ve been out before this, but this is the first time an outside observer would think that we are together-together.

Becky gets wasted drunk Saturday night. Around 10 p.m., she goes to her bedroom and passes out on her bed. Mark follows her in to make sure she is ok. I go to my room about a half hour after that but can’t sleep. I go back out to the kitchen and to my surprise Mark is there. Apparently, he can’t sleep either. He is looking for something to drink. I get Becky’s bourbon glass, refill it, and place it on the kitchen table for him. He takes a sip and places the glass back on the table. I pull on his shoulder a little so that he sits down in one of the kitchen chairs. I take a sip of bourbon too.

Earlier, Mark was wearing jeans, but I guess since he thought he was going to sleep, he took those off. He is just wearing boxers now. I take off my shorts and leave them on the kitchen floor next to his chair. Now I’m only wearing panties (more than a thong but not much more). I sit down on Mark’s lap, facing him, with one leg on either side of him. I start kissing him.

I say to him, “Let’s only do what Becky told us to do at some point. If she told us to do it then, she’d be ok with it now. Right?”

Mark agrees. We are both concerned about overstepping our bounds. Mark is only Becky’s boyfriend, not mine. Mark does not want to be seen as cheating on her. I don’t want to be seen as betraying her.

As we’re kissing, I run my hands over his chest, arms, back, through his hair. He has one hand on a boob, one hand on my hair. He starts kissing my neck. He moves a hand to my ass. I tell him, “Put your hand closer to the middle.” He put his fingers under my panties. He slides them down between my cheeks.

I feel that his c**k is s hard beneath me. I also realize my p***y is starting to get wet. I start to grind my hips on him. He moves his hands to my waist and starts kissing my lips again. I keep grinding. We keep kissing. My p***y keeps getting more wet. By this point Mark can feel my wetness, through my panties and his boxers.

Mark raises a concern, “You know, Becky knows what your p***y tastes like. She’s going to smell you on me.”

I respond, “Might need to wash off afterwards.”

Mark is agreeable to my suggestion. We both know we should stop. We don’t stop.

I adjust my hips a little. Mark’s hard c**k slips out the front slit of his boxers. I adjust my hips again so that the tip of his c**k rubs my c**t through my wet panties. I make sure to keep his c**k aligned with the center of my panties. If he is to one side or the other, his c**k would bunch them to the side and he’d be inside of me within seconds. I want that and I know that we are already going too far, but still think I should keep it on the outside of me this time.

Anyway, Mark’s c**k keeps rubbing my c**t through my wet panties. I have a great rhythm going with my hips. We keep kissing.

Soon, I’m on the verge of orgasm. I am close enough that even if we suddenly stop, I’d still orgasm, so why stop?

Becky’s orgasms are always loud. Sometimes I’m loud, but I can be quieter. This time, I am loud. It would wake up Becky if she was just sleeping and not passed out drunk. Mark cums within seconds of the start of my orgasm. A lot of his c*m gets on my panties, but some gets on his boxers, on his legs, and on the floor.

I slow my hips. I pull back from the kiss. We just smile at each other, still breathing heavily. I stop my hips. We kiss more. Eventually I stand up. I see my shorts, dry, next to the chair. I use my foot to slide them on the floor to mop up the bit of Mark’s c*m that landed on the floor. I drop my panties to the floor, then pick up both my panties and shorts.

I say to Mark, “I think we both need a shower.”

Mark agrees, “Yeah.”

I tell him, “Give me your boxers. I’ll put them in my hamper.” Mark just looks at me. I explain to Mark, “We’ve already seen each other naked. Becky made sure of that Christmas Day. We might as well shower together, save water.”

Mark stands up, drops his boxers. I pick them up. I walk to my room to put our clothes in my hamper. Mark starts the shower. As we’re waiting for the water to warm up, Mark tells me, “In my experience, showering together rarely saves water.”

We get in the shower. I grab the washcloth, soap it up, wash Mark from head to toe, but I tended to focus on his midsection. I wash my own face, kiss him, hand him the washcloth. He washes every part of me below the neck (I didn’t need my hair washed then).

We rinse off. Then we kiss each other, the water flowing between our chests, arms around each other holding our bodies together. We kiss in the shower for 10 minutes(?), 20 minutes(?), who knows(?). I turn off the water. We get out, dry off.

I admit, “You’re right. It doesn’t save water.”

After we’re mostly dry, we head back to my room. We lie down naked next to each other on my bed, air dry, and just talk:

Me: I feel guilty, but I think Becky would be ok with it.

Mark: Me too.

Me: I want to push the limits in front of Becky and with Becky so that next time we do this, no limits.

Mark: I didn’t think I’d love two girls at the same time. I certainly never thought that they’d know it and be ok with it and not jealous of each other. ..but because you and Becky also love each other, it works. I really think it can work.

I am silent for what seemed like forever (it must seem longer to Mark), but it’s probably only a minute. I am chewing over in my brain what Mark just said. As I figure it out, I say “I love you too.”

He half rolls towards me, kisses me, rolls back. Somehow, at that point, we start holding hands, lying next to each other, naked, in my bed.

Several minutes later, I suggest, “You should probably head back to your room.”

Hesitantly, “Probably.” He kisses me, gets up, walks towards the door, turns towards me, “Good night.”

I tell him, “Good night.”

He says, “I love you,” but he closes the door before I can say it back.

I feel guilty about doing as much as I did with Mark, but I don’t think Becky would disapprove. Along the way, she’s only encouraged me and Mark. I think we only went as far as we did because we thought Becky would be ok with it. Still, generally speaking, it’s poor form to grind on your roommate’s boyfriend in barely underwear unless she’s ok with it. Generally speaking, it’s poor form for a guy to make out with, c*m on, shower with his girlfriend’s best friend unless his girlfriend would approve.

I had an amazing evening (night really), I feel amazing. ... but I don’t want to be sleeping alone. I want to be sleeping next to Mark. More accurately, I want to be sleeping next to Mark AND Becky. I love them both. Is he right? Can it work for the three of us?

I put on clean panties and pajama shorts and get back in bed. Despite my mind racing, I fall asleep quickly.

When I get up in the morning, I do a load of laundry, including Mark’s boxers. After that load is washed and dried, I put my clean clothes away. I put Mark’s boxers in my drawer, he can get them later.

Monday (January 11) evening, Becky, Mark, and I are sitting together on the sofa. Mark was sitting in the middle.

Me: Mark, you’re a great guy...

Mark: Thanks?

Me: Then why were you single? Why did nobody snag you?

Mark: Because my last girlfriend was a b***h.

Becky: He’s right. He’s told me about her. We don’t speak her name.

Mark: It started out ok. For like a month and a half, it was good. Warning signs were there but I ignored them. Then she changed.

Me: What happened?

Mark: She’d want me to come over everyday, but then she’d ignore me once I got there, but if I told her I didn’t want to go there, she’d give me a guilt trip. Plus, she’d get angry if I didn’t buy her a gift at least once a week.

Me: How long were you together?

Mark: About two years.

Me: Why did you put up with that for so long?

Mark: I guess I was hoping to re-find what we had in the beginning. I tried everything I could think of. I would cook her gourmet dinners, she didn’t care. I offered to do her laundry. She said no. I made reservations at so many different restaurants that I ended up cancelling because she didn’t want to go. I bought concert tickets, sports tickets, wasted them. All she wanted to do was stay home and ignore me.

Me: How was the s*x?

Mark (chuckles): It rarely happened. The bedroom was as cold as ice. Actually, I rarely even slept there, but she never wanted to go to my place.

Me: Was Jim (Mark’s former roommate) really that bad?

Becky: Jim is ok. He didn’t bother me, but I feel more comfortable (rubs her own boobs) here.

Mark: After two years, I had enough.

Me: You’re a saint for putting up with her that long.

Mark: ...and then I wanted a break from dating for a while, but then I started running into Becky at the store every week, and well, you know the rest.

Me: So after all you went through with, um, her, why did you move in here so quickly?

Mark: There were no warning signs here. Believe me I looked hard for them. Everything felt right. I feel comfortable (rubs my right boob with his left hand and Becky’s left boob with his right hand, just for a few seconds) here.

We look at him.

Mark: This is completely different from when I was with her. I’m so glad I’m done with her.

Becky: Well, you have us now..

The meaning of the word *us* rattles around in my brain for a while. She said us. After that, I’m speechless. Becky reaches across Mark, grabs my hand, pulls it over so we’re holding hands over Mark’s chest.

I still keep thinking about the word us. I’m glad my question to Mark was answered ahead of that. After Becky said us, I didn’t know what to say. That stopped any thought I had about asking about Mark’s former life. The word us could imply equality, togetherness in relationship. Although it’s possible, that she just meant, we’re both here for him, not implying relationship, but with hands, with everything else, I think she meant more.