Triad

by Selena Kitt

  “Lance, relax a little. You guys are going to be great. I am so looking forward to this.”

  “C’mon Sandy, knock it off,” I replied, “Listen, I am really happy that you are going tonight. But don’t pretend it’s your kind of music. All you listen to is that Urban Cowboy shit.” I said it with a grin. It was a tease, not mean. “Seriously, this is a part of me I’ve wanted to show you for a long time.”

  “But not the only part, eh Lance?” Despite all the things I had experienced over the course of the last two months, Sandy could still make me blush red enough to stop traffic. I swear, Gena couldn’t make me blush like that! I tried to fight it off and make a suave comment to follow, but I could not quite get my tongue to work.

  I met up with the guys over at Sean’s about an hour and a half later. I had rushed home and hurried my way through a shower. I decided against shaving because I was short on time and I didn’t have to worry about makeup or anything. We had talked about going glam like some of the bands in L.A. were starting to do but had decided against it. Even though we had that “Hollywood” sound like Steeler or Crue, most of us were more influenced by old gods like Sabbath or Zeppelin and current bands like Maiden. So we nixed the makeup and stuck mostly with denim and leather as opposed to the spandex and bright colors.

  Besides, Gena had often said she liked a little roughness to me. Not like a beard, just a five o’ clock shadow. I slipped on a pair of 501’s that were starting to show their age in the right places, slipped on my black motorcycle boots and an old concert tee, and grabbed my fav black leather on the way out the door. My gear was already at Sean’s from Friday’s rehearsal.

  We got to the hall just in time to check things out and hear a little from the band that was headlining tonight. They had a guitar player named Jake that could absolutely shred.

  Suddenly I was glad that we would be off the stage a couple of hours by the time he took his first solo. There were four bands playing tonight and we were the first. Jake wouldn’t get on stage until midnight and our set would start about 8:30. I knew I was good but I would be remembered better for the time lag then if I had played right before him.

  “Dude, he’s almost as good as you,” said Jimmy from behind me.

  “Bite your fuckin’ tongue J!” I replied, “He totally outclasses me. He is way cleaner and he doesn’t have to pause between phrases as much as I do. His notes ring out as individuals, mine tend to run together. He’s a pro, I’m an amateur.”

  “Yeah,” said Jimmy, a little surprised at my reaction, “Maybe. But you’re faster, man.”

  “Okay, granted, I might be a little faster. But speed isn’t everything,” I said, enjoying the praise but not willing to let Jimmy win the exchange, “Some things are better when they are done a little slower and cleaner, ya know, more drawn out, longer lasting. At least that’s what your girl Terri told me last night.”

  Sean and Rob cracked up as Jimmy tried to make up his mind about whether to be pissed or not. A smile spread over his face as he made his decision.

  “Hear that boys, Lance has got his arrogance on! We’re gonna fuckin’ rock tonight!”

  Jimmy had been right. It was the best show I ever played and I wasn’t alone. All of us had been at our best. Yet I barely remembered any of it. All through our set I had been focused out and to my right. Gena and Sandy had shown up just a few minutes before we went on and they both looked so fucking hot I couldn’t believe it. Every song I played was for them. Part of me felt a little guilty, like I should be playing just for Gena. But I pushed that part way down.

  The two of them standing there, bouncing up and down to the beat. The contrast between the two women, both looking very sexy, was dramatic and alluring.

  Gena’s body had muscle, but it also had so much lushness. Her dark hair draped down across her bare shoulders above a leather vest that was filled to bursting. She wore a short black leather skirt that showed off her strong legs. Her red lips drew the eye with the burst of color in the midst of her erotic darkness.

  Sandy was the light to Gena’s shadow. Her blond hair was cut just below the shoulders and she wore a tight pale blue tank top tucked into black jeans that must have been painted on. Sandy’s body was hard and muscular, with less body fat but a deep tan that accentuated every curve. Sandy was the athletic farmer’s daughter next to Gena’s smoldering temptress.

  After we snagged all our gear off stage we started packing up. I had just stashed my pedals in Sean’s van and was starting to help Rob with the drums when Jimmy walked up behind me and put his hand on my arm.

  “Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck out of here!” Jimmy pointed out towards the theatre seating area where the girls would be waiting for us. “Jesus, Lance, do you think the rest of us are fucking blind? We’ll take care of it. You need to go get those two out of here before they change their mind.”

  “Jimmy, what the hell are you talking about?”

  “You really don’t know? So much for me having to worry about you and Terri. Lance, just take my fucking word for it and go! You always do more than your fair share, I gotcha on this one. Go!”

  So saying, Jimmy, Sean and Rob basically kicked me out of the backstage area. I made my way forward and out to the “bar” where Gena and Sandy were waiting on me along with Jimmy’s girlfriend Terri and Sean’s fiancé Janet. As I approached the table the girls embarrassed me by standing up and applauding. Janet stood up and kissed me on the cheek.

  “You guys were all awesome tonight Lance. I’m so proud.” Janet and Terri were both always a little protective of me, because of what had gone down with mom and because I was the “shy” one. They had both embraced Gena from day one and the three had become fast friends. I hoped Sandy hadn’t felt isolated.

  Terri stood up next to Janet and said, “C’mon, Jan. Let’s go corral our men. Very nice to finally meet you Sandy. Bye!” Terri took Janet by the elbow and led her towards the backstage door. I turned to wave goodnight and then put my attention back where it belonged.

  “So, you want to stay for the other bands?” I asked Gena and Sandy. I suspected and hoped I knew what the answer would be since I knew that this was not Sandy’s favorite kind of music.

  Gena glanced over at Sandy, who smiled and gave a slight nod. “Uh, no Lance, actually we were thinking of having a little private celebration.” As Gena said this she stood up and took my hand. She drew me in and kissed me hard and long. “I want a drink and some action and I’m not going to get either one of them here. Sandy and I thought the three of us could go back to her place and have a beer, or something…”

  “Yeah, that’s cool with me. Let’s just swing by Sean’s and pick up my car on the way. You know, for later…” Now what was funny about that? Both girls moved off laughing quietly. Gena pulled me along behind her and we headed out into the evening air.

  As we walked to Sandy’s pickup truck, I felt like I owned the world. I had played a great show, the crowd had gone wild and we were sure to get more stage gigs after that performance. That meant that much less time until my new van and more privacy with Gena. On top of that I was walking out in style with a gorgeous babe under each arm, both of them grabbing my…Hey! “Uh, Sandy?”

  “Well Lance, I just couldn’t help noticing this little rip ya got in these jeans,” Sandy’s fingertips brushed against the skin of my ass where she had slipped a couple of fingers into the hole to which she was referring. “I’ve been watching you dance around on stage for an hour giving out free looks and I thought that since I was such a special friend I deserved more than what the other girls in the audience got.”

  “Just relax baby, I’m right here and this is my idea,” whispered Gena into my ear, “You know how I am about trying new things.”

  “Gena,” said Sandy, “Did you know he’s not wearing anything under these jeans? At least, not that I can feel.”

  “Yes,” replied my love with a giggle, “He seems to have a sixth sense about that. Always going arou
nd commando at the right times, if not always. You’ll notice he doesn’t own a single pair of jeans with a zipper.”

  “He wears underwear at work. I know, I’ve checked.”

  Okay, this was getting embarrassing. Not only are they talking about me like I’m not even here, but the subject matter…like I said, Sandy can always make me blush.

  “Okay,” I started hesitantly as we arrived at the truck, “Just what are you two up to? Not that I’m not enjoying the attention, but…”

  Gena spun me around and stoppered my mouth with a kiss. I felt her legs relax and I was suddenly leaning into her on the passenger door of Sandy’s F150. She kept my tongue busy while Sandy walked around the back, unlocked the drivers’ door and leaned over to unlock our side. Then she released the grip of her hand in my long red hair and gave me that you-better-listen-if-you-want-to-live look of hers.

  “Lance, I’m only saying this once. You want this, Sandy wants this and you better god-damned believe I want this,” Gena whispered fiercely to me, “Neither of you has the guts to risk the friendship but you want each other bad. As for me, if you have had your eyes closed all this time to the way Janet, Terri and I treat each other, well; we’ll deal with that later. Tonight, for once in your fucking life, don’t analyze. Just have fun. Now slide into that truck and put your god-damned hand on her thigh where it belongs.”

  I’d like to say that I was smart enough to do as I was told but I think I was just too shocked and confused to do anything else.

  Sandy trembled when I placed my left hand on her thigh as Gena had suggested. I squeezed slightly and she turned her head to look into my eyes. If the eyes are pools then I could see the question floating on their surface. But as I continued to leave my hand where it was I saw something deeper, a hunger that I had been in denial about and perhaps she had too. I had gotten so used to thinking of Sandy as my unreachable mentor that I had made certain assumptions about her side of things.

  Now, as Gena slammed the door and snuggled into me, I saw a confirmation in Sandy’s eyes. It was not so much a decision-making moment as it was a relaxation about a decision already made. Sandy backed the truck out of the spot, switched into drive and headed for her house. But before she drove off, she moved my hand further up and in on her leg.

  The fifteen minute drive seemed to both go too quickly and to last forever. As we pulled into the driveway I made an effort to button back up what Gena had unbuttoned on the way over. Sandy and Gena didn’t wait for me, but just headed for the front door, giggling all the way. In moments I was following them.

  As I shut and locked the front door I heard Gena call me from the living room. Walking in I saw that she was lighting the gas in the fireplace and had several candles laid out before her.

  “Baby, could you light these candles and set them around the room? I’m going to go join Sandy in her bedroom and change, okay?” Gena kissed me lightly before moving towards the back of the house.

  I noticed that this had been prepared earlier and wondered about the duration or existence of Gena’s “private lesson”. There were a couple of quilts laid out on the floor and the coffee table had been moved out of the way. Three wine glasses were set beside the comforters next to a bucket filled with half melted ice and a bottle of champagne. I set the candles around the edges of the room and lit them with the long matches Gena had used for the fireplace. Because it was a gas fireplace it did not let off the heat of a wood one, but it would be enough to keep away any night chills. When I was finished the room was still pretty dark. If I remembered correctly…yes, the dining room light is on a dimmer switch. Just a little bit and then we should have a gentle light but still enough to see what we are doing.

  By the time I started to unwrap the foil from the neck of the champagne bottle I had regained some of my calm. Despite all the prep, I truly did not think anything was really going to happen. This was real life, not Xaviera’s column in Penthouse. We would drink the wine and play around and that was all.

  My illusions and my calm demeanor were shattered in the same instant when I heard Sandy say my name in a whisper from the hallway. As I looked over at her and Gena, I knew I had indeed entered into new ground.

  Gena was wearing a blue and black silk kimono style robe that reached mid thigh. Under it she wore a black lace garter belt and stockings. That was all. No bra and no panties. The robe was draped in such a way as to cover her nipples but I could see no straps or cups. There was even less ambiguity about the panties as I could clearly see the gentle curls and even from here could tell that she had trimmed the hair immediately around her pussy lips to so short a length she was almost bare.

  Sandy wore a white lace sleeveless robe over a baby blue camisole and tap pants. Her erect nipples were poking hard into the thin material of the halter style top. Despite the daring of her dress and situation, the look on her face was shy and demure. Confidant she may be, but it seemed she was also a bit nervous about this.

  That made two of us. I had just managed to stop the little micro-shakes I had been feeling by concentrating on mundane details like the lighting and champagne, but now they were back and much stronger than before. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this to be happening. Oh god did I want it! No, it was more that I did not believe it could be happening, and I was afraid I was going to say or do something to prevent it.

  As she had been two months before, Gena was my savior. I had learned that Gena reacts differently to these situations then I do. She relishes and savors them. Just as she had put me at ease by taking control the night I lost my virginity to her, now I could see her gathering herself to accomplish the same with both me and Sandy. Gena took Sandy’s hand and led her over to where I was kneeling by the edge of the coffee table with the champagne bottle in hand. She kneeled down on the quilt next to me and pulled Sandy down as well.

  “Open it Lance,” ordered my girlfriend, “I think we all could do with a drink. Sandy, weren’t there strawberries too?”

  “I put them in the fridge. Should I get them?”

  “No, but if you could hand me my wine glass while our big, strong man opens this bottle…”

  I took the hint and finished pulling the cork with a satisfying “pop”. As though the sound had broken the tension I sensed Sandy relaxing and felt myself do so in response to her. I have always responded to the emotions of those around me. I took the glass that Gena lifted before me and filled it halfway and then turned and did the same for Sandy. I glanced into her eyes as I returned the glass to her and saw that the calm from the truck had re-entered their blue gleam. Acting on instinct, I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her fingers before releasing the glass. I turned to pour myself a glass and set the bottle down. Before I could turn back to the girls I felt two sets of hands settle on the shoulders of my jacket.

  “Lance,” said Gena, “take a drink and then set down your glass and stand up please. You’re a little overdressed for this party. Here, Sandy, would you set this down for me?” Gena handed her already empty glass to Sandy as I turned and got to my feet. Gena rose with me, while Sandy took a quick slug out of her own glass and then set both aside. Each of the girls took a sleeve of my leather and pulled it out and then gently down my back. Gena tossed it out of the way in the direction of the dining room. She cast a meaningful glance at Sandy.

  “Arms up sweetie,” said the blonde I had been lusting over for more than a year, “Shirt’s next.” Sandy drew the old tee shirt over my head and handed it to Gena. “Damn, Lance, I know you eat. Where does it all go?” Sandy ran her hands down from my head and trailed out along my arms to my wrists. “Come over here to the couch, honey. We need to get those boots off.”

  I silently did as I was told and sat on the couch while Gena unbuckled one boot and Sandy the other. Gena smiled over at Sandy and the conversation started up again like it had in the truck, like I was not even there.

  “I told you, Sandy, my baby is all lean muscle. Skinny, yes, but a hard body. I think it is all the
practice and the sweating under those hot lights. Do you like?” My right boot came free into Gena’s hands and was summarily dismissed to join the jacket in the dining room, sock and all.

  “God, yes. Strong but not showy. Not that I mind a little beefcake, Gena, but this is fine too.” My left boot and sock soon joined its mate and I was left with only my faded and ripped jeans to separate me from a dream that I still could not believe was real. Now that the boots were gone, the girls each took an arm and pulled me back up on my feet.

  As I came to a standing position, I realized that they had moved in and were cheek to cheek in front of me. Not knowing what else to do, and too excited to be very scared anymore, I leaned in and kissed Gena. She responded to me with ardor, and I could tell she was very turned on. I dove my tongue into her mouth and explored every nook and cranny, running it over her teeth and twisting around her tongue in a corkscrew motion that was almost painful but exquisitely intimate. I tasted the champagne she had pounded and a lingering hint of tobacco. She must have shared a cigarette with Terri. It was as hard and passionate as any kiss we had ever shared but the whole time I was aware of Sandy’s breath against my cheek and her lithe body nestled within the crook of my left elbow.

  Without thinking about what I was doing I left Gena’s lips and turned to capture Sandy’s. There was a momentary hesitation and then Sandy opened her lips to me and I felt the tip of her tongue snake into my mouth. I was only slightly surprised that she was taking the initiative away from me and then I gave myself to it and began to kiss her as though I had been doing so forever. But I could not forget that Gena was right here, especially as she tilted her head up and began to suckle at my earlobe. Sandy’s hand that was behind my back began to migrate down until I felt the fingertips dive into the back waistband and her fingertips began to tickle the top of my ass. Instinctively I moved my hips forward and a hand was there as well. As that hand undid my top button and slipped in to grasp the rock hard shaft within, I recognized it as Gena’s by the length of the nails.