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This is chapter four of twelve.

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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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