I sat on the bed and put my head between my legs. It was an old trick I had learned from my mother to help me relax. Although I was sure my mother never had to worry about threesomes. I was shaking like a leaf. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do this, but for Maureen I was going to give it a shot. My body tensed when I heard the sound of the key on the lock.

I rushed to the bedroom door and closed it. I needed a few more minutes. I paced around the room, nearly tripping on the hem of my flowing nightgown. Why had I let Maureen talk me into wearing this get up? It was totally not like me. I hated frilly lacy things and she knew it. Just another way to show how much I was willing to make this work, I thought. I froze as I caught a glimpse of myself on the vanity mirror. I looked hideous. My boyish crew cut had been teased and pulled to no end. I looked like a shocked Chihuahua, not to mention all the make-up I had on. No wonder Maureen hadn’t let me see my reflection in the mirror. I looked awful.

I couldn’t go out like this. It wasn’t me at all. It was bad enough I was sacrificing the sanctity of our relationship to satisfy her wild sexual cravings. I wasn’t going to also let her disguise me as a femme. I ran into the bathroom to wash all the junk off my face. As the mascara stained my cheeks I began to recognize the woman in the mirror. When it was all done I felt almost liberated, there was just one other thing I had to do.

I grabbed onto each end of nightgown and like a wrestler on TV ripped it down the middle. It fell disheveled on the linoleum floor. I went into my bedroom and slipped on a pair of cotton shorts and a wife beater.

“Honey, can you come out?” yelled Maureen.

“Just a minute.”

I scurried around the room, not really doing anything in particular. I was about to meet the famous Jennifer, the answer to all our sexual problems. I stood in front of the vanity and took a few deep breaths. Maureen would freak when she saw that all her hard work fixing me up had gone down the toilet, but I didn’t care. This was me take it or leave it. I took a deep breath full of courage and walked out of the room.

In the living room Maureen sat with a small-framed woman. She looked to be in her mid twenties. A mousy brown haired girl with creamy white skin, she looked up at me with her bright green eyes and my insides stirred. She was very beautiful; I could see why Maureen would be attracted to her. I walked over to her and offered her my hand.

“Hi, I’m Jo.”

She took my hand and said, “nice to meet you I’m Jennifer.”

I could feel Maureen’s cold stare burning the side of my face.

“Jo, honey, what happened?” Maureen asked. “I thought I’d left you all ready?”

I avoided her question and focused my attention on Jennifer. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and she looked at me just as intently. The more we talked the closer we inched towards each other on the couch. I could sense jealousy in Maureen’s comments, whenever she would make any. Deep down it excited me. I flamed her jealousy until she had enough of talking.

“Ok ladies,” interrupted Maureen, “we’ve been talking for over an hour,” her tone dripped with sarcasm. “Why don’t we get down to business?”

Maureen was nothing if not blunt. Since she seemed to be in such a rush I decided I would let her make the first move. Maureen walked to where we sat on the couch and forced herself between us. Jennifer and I watched as Maureen pulled down her top and started to fondle her large breasts. She played and pinched her dark nipples until they were hard. Jennifer bent down and placed her mouth on one of her breasts, gently suckling on her.

I laid back and watched them for a while. I was so intrigued by Jennifer. As I watched her being intimate with my girlfriend I couldn’t help but wish it were me she was sucking . Maureen moaned as if she had never had her nipples sucked before. I knew she was putting on a show for Jennifer. Why was she being this way? I wondered. For the first time she seemed more like a stranger than the girl I had fallen in love with so long ago.

Maureen placed her hand on my leg. Her long finger nails lightly brushed my inner thigh as she worked her way up my shorts. I was already wet and she easily slipped a finger inside of me. I lay my head back and moaned loudly. Maureen looked up at me and smiled, then slipped in a second finger and then a third. Faster her fingers dug their way inside my dripping canal. I held on to her wrist and pushed her deeper inside of me, she knew how to finger me so well.

I was getting so close to orgasm, but I didn’t want to give Maureen the satisfaction of being the one to do it, not the way she was acting tonight. I pulled off her hand and got on my knees. I placed my hand on Jennifer’s waist and she turned her body to face me. Eagerly I lifted up her short skirt, her furry bush stared back at me. I licked my lips and brought my mouth to her.

She jumped a little as I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it. I looked up and watched as Maureen and her shared a long passionate kiss. As arousing as it was part of me was uncomfortable. Watching Maureen share something as intimate as a kiss with another woman wasn’t easy. I closed my eyes and focused my attention back on pleasuring Jennifer. Her warm cum dripped onto my hungry lips, as I pressed harder into her wet cave. Her moans begged for more.

Before long, I had Jennifer’s complete attention. Her hands grasped the back of my head as I plunged my tongue deep inside of her. As my mouth worked her pussy, my fingers played with her clit, flicking it and pinching it until she lost total control. Her pretty rose bud tensed as she released a steady flow of cum. Her love cream was the perfect mix of salty sweet. Once she was done I pulled myself up and took her lips in mine, sharing with her the taste of her cum.

Maureen sat and just watched. I knew we would have to have a serious talk about this once Jennifer was gone, but for the first time I wasn’t upset about it. I continued to kiss Jennifer as Maureen watched us. I pressed my body against hers. Our nipples dug into each other’s breasts. Feeling her silky bush rub against mine was enough to push me over the edge. I clung to her as waves of orgasm took over my body. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Maureen was more than furious. She stood up, fixed her clothes, and stormed out. We both watched as the door slammed.

“Where is she going?” Jennifer asked. “I didn’t think we were done yet.”

I shrugged my shoulders and lay down on the couch. Jennifer joined me, her long beautiful body stretched out on top of mine. Her head rested on my shoulder as I played with her silky brown hair.

“You’re not at all how Maureen described you,” she said.

“Oh? How did she describe me?”

“Well she said you were a beautiful femme.”

My mind raced. Maureen was always trying to get me to be more feminine; it was one of the things we argued about the most. On several occasions I had told her I couldn’t pretend to be someone I wasn’t and she always said she understood. I guess that was a lie. It certainly explained the get up she had me put on. I was getting upset, my body began to tense up.

“Well I guess you were disappointed,” I said a little louder than I should have.

“No, please don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I think you’re very beautiful, but I’m glad you’re not a femme. I think you’re a beautiful dyke and that’s the best of both worlds for me.”

My body relaxed and the anger began to fade. Jennifer liked me for me and that was all that mattered. As much as I cared about Maureen, it was obvious she would always have issues with my masculinity and I could never change that. I kissed the top of Jennifer’s head and held her tightly to me.