JOURNAL-002:  “A NEW FRIEND”

Intro: Belinda and I started dating in high school.  During the summer after our freshman year of college, a game of “truth or dare” led to a threesome between Belinda, myself and Belinda’s life long best friend Marcella.  The three of us ended up fooling around and experimenting with each other for the rest of that summer.  After eight years apart, the three of us ended up together again after re-uniting at a friends wedding. We ultimately acknowledged that the three of us were in love, despite the fact that Marcella was languishing in an unhappy marriage. Belinda and I headed back to Florida, but Marcella still had to finish up her divorce before she could pack up her things and join us in the sunshine state. Belinda and I continued to look for a house big enough to accommodate three people. After two months of three-way phone sex, the routine began to wear on us. Belinda and I began to grow restless without Marcella around.


JOURNAL-002:  “A NEW FRIEND”


JUNE 2007

After two months of searching, we had finally found the perfect house for us.  I had gotten a pretty significant advance on the book that I was working on, so we went BIG.  It was a four bedroom three bathroom house in an older neighborhood with a three car garage, an in-ground pool, and jacuzzi, and it even had that high privacy fence in the back that Belinda had been hoping for.  Only a small part of me was really in love with the house.  It was the back yard that really did it for me.  I could just imagine Belinda and Marcella lounging around back there all weekend, naked and happy without a care in the world.

I had never lived in a house like that before.  I come from a modest family, so it would be a huge change for me.  We had closed that afternoon and desperately wanted to celebrate.  The house was sitting empty as we had not yet moved in, but it was all ours!

After we called Marcella to tell her the good news, Belinda made a call to her friend Jenna.  She and a guy named Nick that she had just started dating were going to meet us out for a few drinks.  We then got dressed up and headed out for a night on the town.  It started out like any other night.  Little did I know, tonight was the night that Belinda and I were finally going to break from our routine.

I had met Jenna a number of times before.  She was what you’d call a ‘spinner.’  She was just a tiny little thing.  Belinda had known her from her previous job working as a hostess at the night-club that Belinda’s ex; Bruce owned.  Jenna despised Bruce as much as Belinda and I did, so I got along with her right away.  The majority of Belinda’s close friends were Hispanic, but Jenna was Asian. More specifically Chinese-American.  She stood about 5 foot and couldn’t have weighed any more than 85 pounds soaking wet.  She was thin, lean and tan and she seldom wore a bra, as her breasts were barely an A-cup.  She was a beautiful girl, with dark smokey eyes and shoulder length, straight black hair.  We met up at a casual little neighborhood pub that night.  Jenna was dressed very similarly to Belinda.  Short shorts and a tight fitting white sleeveless top.  From thirty feet away I could easily make out the points of her always erect nipples pushing against the tight fabric of her top.

She hugged Belinda and I hello and introduced us to Nick.  Jenna dated a lot of guys in the short time that I’d known her, and each new guy I met left me more confused than the last.  She could have had just about any guy she chose, yet she seemed to dig as deep into the douche-bag pile as she could, time after time.  Nick was no exception.  You know the type.  Fitted V-neck tee shirt with some ridiculous print involving a skull or a dragon, manicured eye-brows, getting ready to light a cheap cigar that he thought might make him appear more sophisticated… You know, douche-bag.

Thankfully, Nick didn’t talk much.  In fact, for great chunks of time throughout the night, he would disappear entirely.  The conversation between Belin, Jenna and me mostly revolved around our new house.  Jenna was one of the few people that Belinda had entrusted with our little secret about Marcella.  She knew all about our bizarre love triangle and, if anything, seemed to think it made us ‘cool.’  She had no gripes about Belinda’s bi-sexuality either.  Though she never claimed to be bi-sexual herself, Belinda had told me that she and Jenna had made out on numerous drunken occasions back when they worked together.  That made me like Jenna even more.

After another brief appearance from Nick, Jenna asked us when she could see the new house.  Belinda began to tell her about the house-warming party we would eventually have when I reached into my pocket and withdrew my key ring.  “Baby, they gave me the keys this afternoon.” I smiled as I dangled the keys in front of her smiling face.


After a quick stop by our apartment to grab a portable i-pod player, some playing cards and some booze, we were headed to our future home with Jenna and Nick following behind us.

“Where does she find these guys?” I asked Belinda.

“Who, Nick?” she replied.  “He seems alright.”

“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed.  “That guy is a monumental douche-bag…  Like ‘king of the douche-bags.”

Belinda snorted.  “Oh, he’s not that bad.”

“I don’t get it.” I went on.  “Jenna’s a cool chick, plus she’s smokin’ hot!  I don’t see why she keeps going out with these frat boy types.”

Belinda giggled at me.  “You think Jenna’s ‘smokin’ hot?”

“Sure.” I said, trying to downplay the situation.

“You know we made out a few times, right?” Belinda taunted.

“Yes, I know.” I smiled.


Once we got to the house, we gave Jenna and Nick the tour.  We then set up shop on the back patio, as there wasn’t a stick of furniture in the whole house, save for a dusty old sofa in the garage that had been abandoned by the previous owners.  Luckily, the back patio came furnished with a nice wrought iron set including a large table and umbrella along with several chairs as well as four chaises for laying out by the pool.  I got the music going and promptly made everyone a drink.

I won’t bore you with what happened over the next three hours.  The short version is that Nick got absolutely shit-faced and puked in my brand new pool.  I then had to practically carry him into the garage and toss his dopey ass onto that dusty old couch.

“I’m so sorry about Nick.” Jenna apologized profusely upon my return to the backyard.  “I swear, he’s never gotten like that before.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I said as I did my best to smile.  “I’ll just have to buy a shit load of chlorine I guess.”

That got everyone laughing and lightened the mood a bit.  We’d had several glasses of wine and all had a pleasant buzz.  I didn’t want Nick’s little ‘Mt. Saint Helens’ episode to sour our evening.

“This house is fucking awesome you guys.” Jenna smiled warmly as we settled back in around the patio table.

“God, I know.” Belinda ruminated.  “I can’t wait ’till we move in!”

And then, it was quiet.

Really quiet.

I pulled the deck of cards out of my pocket and popped it open.  “Do you play poker Jenna?” I asked.

Belinda started laughing.  “She used to play at work parties.  She would clean house!”

“Don’t exaggerate Belinda.” Jenna smiled.  I began to shuffle the deck.

None of us had any cash, so for a good twenty minutes, we just played for fun.  It turns out that, if you’re not betting, poker is pretty boring.  We were all trying to have a good time, but our lack of enthusiasm was beginning to show.  What happened next is just one more reason why I love Belinda so much.

“This is fucking boring.” Belinda finally blurted.  Jenna and I joined her in lighthearted laughter.  “We should start betting.”

“I would love to.” Jenna agreed.  “But, I didn’t bring any cash.”

“We don’t have to bet money.” Belinda coyly smiled.

“Okay, so what do we bet then?” Jenna asked.

Belinda answered by grabbing the hem of Jenna’s top and playfully tugging on it.  Jenna went wide eyed for a moment.  “Wa-ha…  You want to play strip poker?.. Against ME?”

“It would certainly liven up this boring ass game.” Belinda said through a broad smile.  Jenna then looked over at me.  “Oh, don’t worry about him.” Belinda giggled.  “Just earlier tonight, he told me that he thinks you’re ‘smokin’ hot.”

My cheeks reddened as Jenna let out a deep belly laugh.  “Okay…” she went on as she grabbed the deck of cards.  “Prepare to be some naked mother fuckers!” she hooted.

The game began with Jenna dealing.  It was summer time which meant that none of us were wearing all that much to begin with.  At the end of the first hand, Belinda and I were both light one flip-flop.  Three hands later, I found myself sitting at the table in my boxer shorts.  Belinda was down to her denim skirt, bra and panties.  Jenna was only missing one sandal.  She was that good.

I finally won my first hand on the fifth round.  Belinda whined as she stood up and unzipped her skirt.  Jenna laughed along as she kicked off her other sandal.

I’m sorry to say that I didn’t win the next hand.  Neither did Belinda.

“Now it’s getting interesting.” Jenna hooted.  She was grinning from ear to ear.

As Belinda reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, I stood up.  There was no point in staying seated.  The table had a glass top.  I watched Belinda’s bra go slack and slip from her shoulders and into her lap, and took just a moment to admire her beautiful little pale breasts before easing my thumbs into the waist-band of my boxers.  Jenna’s eyes darted back and forth between Belinda and me.  

“This is hardly fair.” I mock protested.  “If I was a girl, I’d still have a bra to take off before the big show.”

Belinda and Jenna both laughed hysterically at my feeble attempt to not be the first naked person.  Jenna then held out her hand, demanding my boxers.  “No way man!  I’m not wearing a bra either.  Hand ’em over.”

“Fine.” I pouted as I began to slide my boxers off.

Nothing overtly sexual had happened, so I didn’t have a hard-on, or anything.  I was suddenly very grateful for the warm weather.  Once I got them past my mid thigh, they fell to the ground on their own.  I stood with my arms at my sides for a few seconds to let Jenna savor her winnings.  She and Belinda both looked over my cock for a moment with little giggles of approval before I took my seat.

Jenna began shuffling the deck again before looking over at Belinda.  Belinda was never shy and made no effort to cover up her breasts.  Jenna then very ‘matter-of-factly’ said “You have pretty boobs Belinda.”

Belinda looked down at her chest.  “These little things?” she laughed.

“Oh, please!” Jenna chaffed.  “Your tits look like the Grand Tetons next to mine.”

Belinda chuckled.  “How would we know?  You’re kicking the shit out of us!  We’re both practically naked here and you just lost your second shoe!”

Jenna smiled as cool as could be.  “I warned you…  Speaking of, so how does this work now?” she asked looking at me.  “So, are you just out now?…  I mean, you’re out of shit to bet, so is it just us girls?”

I sat back in my chair and let out a sigh.  “Technically, yes…  BUT, if you want me to keep playing, I could bet other stuff.”

“Like what?” Jenna asked, genuinely interested.

“What would be interesting to you?” I asked her.

Jenna sat with a blank expression on her face for a moment before Belinda finally helped me out.  “He means we could dare him to do stupid shit for our amusement.”

Jenna’s face immediately lit up.  “Ooooh…  Okay!” she finally finished.  She then dealt the cards with a notable grin.

On the next hand, Belinda lost her panties and I was made to stand up and twist my hips side to side fast enough to make my dick smack against my body.

On the hand after that, Belinda and I both had to do fully nude hand-stands.

Finally, on the next hand, Belinda won.  I ended up having to dip my dick in my wine before taking a drink of it.  

Jenna stood up and wriggled out of her denim shorts.  She was down to her slinky white top and a pair of low-cut black panties.  Despite how short Jenna was, she was so thin that she actually looked tall.  Her legs were long and thin like a models.  Her skin was dark and smooth and I immediately started wondering how many more idiotic acts I would have to endure before I got to see a little bit more of it.

As fate would have it, none!  I actually won the very next hand.  I was having a ball being naked in front of Belinda and a new friend.  It was always exhilarating to be nude in front of someone new for the first time.  I had found Jenna attractive from the first day I met her, but after the events of that night, I found myself wanting her…  A LOT.

“You first!” I shouted, pointing at Jenna.  “We’ve been waiting long enough for this!” I laughed.

“Fine, fine…” Jenna trailed off as she stood up in defeat.  There was nothing sensual in her movements.  She simply grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it quickly over her head.  She stood before us for a moment to let us enjoy our hard earned victory.  

Her body was more beautiful than I had even imagined.  She was tan everywhere!  She had very narrow hips.  Her pelvic bone was just slightly visible just above her panty-line.  Her stomach was flat with a single toned line cutting up the center.  She was certainly not ‘boney’ but very very thin.  The best way to describe her build would be ‘athletic.’  Her breasts were barely large enough to cast a shadow and she had small dark nipples that stood straight out like pencil erasers.  I had never been with a girl with breasts that small and I immediately wanted to know what they felt like.

Then my mind went totally insane.

What if things escalate?  What if Belinda turns this into something crazy?  Am I allowed to do that?  As far as I knew, even though I was dating two girls, I was dating them EXCLUSIVELY.  If something happened with Jenna, even though Belinda was there, would I somehow be cheating on Marcella?  We’d never had that conversation.  I had fucked Hillary, but Belinda and Marcella were BOTH there at the time…  Hmmm…

I returned to reality, realizing that I still needed to come up with something stupid for Belinda to do.  I rifled through my mind as Belinda said “See Jenna, you’re so full of shit!  You have beautiful tits!”  To that, Jenna placed her palms over her small breasts and groaned.  “Come on!” Belinda cried encouragingly.  “Don’t be shy!”  Jenna joined her in laughter and finally dropped her hands.  

“Belinda…” I finally said, “Okay, you have to do that thing where you lick your nipple.” I smiled.  It wasn’t something she did terribly often, but it always got me really hot.  Belinda giggled at me as she cupped her breast.  She then pushed it upward as far as she could while craning her neck downward and extending her tongue as far as she could manage.  She pressed her tongue against her erect nipple and drug it back and forth for a few seconds and I felt a surge of blood filter through my cock…

Oh, shit…

Back to the game!  Jenna dealt again and won again at least three or four more times.  I was asked to try and lick my own nipple (with no success), dance a jig, and tuck my dick between my legs and walk around like a woman.  Belinda had to walk around in the front yard for thirty seconds, drink a shot of bourbon, and hold a beer bottle between her tits for ten seconds without touching it with her hands.

On the next hand, Jenna finally lost!  It was Belinda’s win, so she had to come up with something dumb for me to do as well.  Jenna stood up from her chair to remove her last remaining article of clothing.  I watched on, drowning in anticipation when Belinda blurted out “Wait!”

“What?” Jenna and I said in unison.

“I have an idea.” Belinda flashed her devilish smile.  Jenna and I both waited patiently for Belinda to tell us.  Finally, she spoke.  “Baby, your dare is to stand in front of Jenna when she takes off her panties.”

“Okay.” I smiled as I stood up and walked around the table.  I stepped in front of her, thankful that I hadn’t gotten a full erection yet.

“Closer.” Belinda insisted, so I took a step forward.  Jenna smiled up at me with her thumbs in the waist band of her panties.  “Closer!” Belinda demanded.  Jenna and I both giggled a little as I took another step forward.  Belinda finally stood up, taking command, and pushed us closer together.  We couldn’t have been more than three inches apart.

“Jesus Belinda!” Jenna laughed.  We both settled down as Belinda stood beside us and watched.  I had a good eleven inches on Jenna.  She looked up at me and smiled, looking slightly nervous.  I could smell her sweet smell.  I could feel the heat radiating from her tiny body.  I wanted her so badly!

“Okay.” Belinda said, finally satisfied that we were close enough together.  I could feel my cock pulsating in time with my heartbeat.  I worried to myself that I would get hard and Jenna would freak out. Jenna awkwardly began to push her little black panties down over her hips.  I was too close to her to see anything, but I could feel every movement.  She eventually had to lean into me to get them past her upper thigh.  I instinctively took a step back, but Belinda quickly placed her hand on the small of my back and nudged me back into position.  Jenna’s head was just above my waistline.  My rapidly swelling cock must have been less than 6 inches from her face.  I first felt her hair brush against it.  Then I could feel her warm breath on it.  I’m not sure how she managed to keep from bumping her face against it, but she suddenly stood straight up again and lifted her arms above her head.  “Ta-da!” she exclaimed.

I was half erect and there was no hiding it, although I was pretty sure that that was what Belinda had intended.  I took a step back and Jenna did a slow spin with her arms still held aloft.  Belinda and I drank in the beauty of her naked body.