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Not that I was complaining one single bit.
Christmas came, and it was the best holiday yet. We exchanged gifts early, but my best memories involved a few bottles of red wine, a roaring fire, and decorating the tree with my three beautiful boyfriends. And of course, it should go without saying, making love to them under that tree, when all was said and done.
Colin went home to visit family, and so did Brandon. They were only gone for a few days, but Hunter and I made the most of them. We stayed naked most of the time, walking around the house in our underwear and taking each other whenever the mood struck. And it struck often. Sex can be addictive like that sometimes; the more you got, the more you just had to have.
The two of us spent New Year’s Eve together, taking a cab to a local bar to celebrate… and then coming home to celebrate again in his bed. I let him paint me nude again too, this time stretched out on my back, smiling and flirting with him as he ordered me to stop shifting positions. Laughing defiantly every time I wanted to grab a drink or change a song.
But there were times when Hunter was gone too, working long hours with his uncle and doing things he just didn’t share with me. I never pushed him though. One day, if things continued working out, we’d each have to explain to our families about our arrangement. Polyandry sounded like such a strange word, and couldn’t come close to describing the bond we formed. The three of us were happy, and well tak
en care of. Always thrilled to be around one another, as we formed our own little family.
It was the happiest time in my life, and I wanted to remember every shining moment. Brandon’s marathon sex sessions, that always left me breathless and sore. The night Hunter and Colin took me dancing… and then afterward to a very seedy hotel. The morning I took a shower but didn’t realize I’d put the bathroom doorknob on backwards the night before. Locked naked inside, I’d had to wait almost an hour for the three of them to get home and ‘rescue’ me…
All of it was amazing. All of it, I imprinted into my brain. It was greedy, but I didn’t care. And that’s because with all the sex came an equal if not greater amount of love, and respect, and loyalty in looking out for each other.
As the old Victorian got closer to being finished, I began to worry. What would happen afterward? The University would eventually take possession of the house again. They’d probably use it as an administration building or something. And when that happened… where would we go?
I wanted to bring these things up. Wanted to talk about them with the guys. At the same time though, I didn’t want to spoil our time together. As the happiest time in my life, I wanted to ride it out for a long as possible. Remember every moment, just in case one or more of them ended up wanting something different than I did.
School started up, and things got busy again. We left early and were out most of the day. We came home later each night, but things were no less amazing though. No less happy… until the University’s deadline of finishing by April was finally given to me.
They were making the place a fraternity house again. Occupants to be announced.
“So where are we going?” Brandon finally asked. “We could rent a place, maybe. It would have to be close, but I guess—”
“We’re not renting anything,” said Hunter.
We stared at him that night, across the dinner table. Waiting for him to elaborate.
“We’re just not,” he reiterated. Then, looking up from his potatoes, “Trust me.”
January was cold and grey, but filled with lots more of the same fun as before. There was an underlying uncertainty to things though, at least for me. Colin too. We were both the same kind of person — one who always needed a plan. The type of person who gets antsy unless we know exactly what’s coming next.
“Do you know what Hunter’s intentions are?” I asked him late one night, curled up alongside him in bed.
“No,” he said.
His answer was worrisome to me. He sensed it.
“But I trust him,” Colin said, rolling me over. He kissed me as he nudged my thighs apart. Smiled down as he entered me again. “Hunter always has a plan.”
Valentine’s Day was extra special. I came home to three beautiful cards, with three bags of gifts. Each contained something small but pretty; a scented candle, a crystal apple (for the teacher!), a vintage silver bracelet with the letter ‘C’ etched into its surface. When it came my turn to reveal my gift, I pulled off my shirt and showed them the new tattoo on my back left shoulder.
“What the heck is it?” Brandon asked, squinting.
“It’s the roman numeral three,” Colin told him. “Surrounded by a heart.”
It was symbolic of course. My three amazing men, surrounded by my love.
“So your gift to us on Valentine’s Day is getting a tattoo for yourself?” Hunter joked.
“It’s on my back,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t necessarily consider that for me.”
“So it’s for us?” Brandon smirked.
“Well you’ll get to see it whenever you’re behind me,” I teased, with a randy smile. “Which with this…” I pulled out a black baby-doll nightie from a Victoria Secret bag. “… will hopefully be a lot.”
Colin laughed. Brandon scratched his head.
