Betty, Bill and Richard 31 (Learning to Dance ) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020
My name is Richard. Betty and Bill are my friends.
The summer of our fifteenth year we had done most of what we knew that three people could do with each other two weeks after school was out. The week before Pride we were just trying to rotate between handjobs, oral sex, anal and vaginal while making sure that each of us got off once a day. Other than face painting and listening to stories, Betty had left pride with a dildo harness and an old book of gay sex positions. After Pride, we experimented with new things including pegging, frottage and rimming, which each had some charm, and peeing, which had no charm and we never tried it again.
After a dreary Monday, we met Tuesday morning with our normal make-out session and feeling each other up. Today had to be better than yesterday.
We started by forming a triangle and performing oral sex on each other; this was comfortable old ground.
We had our last swim in Bill's pool because swim team was about to start and we wouldn't want to use his pool probably till late next spring.
After lunch we sat in a triangle and each jerked ourselves off, which we hadn't done in about a year.
We were still a mess when we ended that session with another few minutes of making out.
We cleaned up, Betty and I went to our homes for supper.
After supper the three of us met at Betty's house and went to the community center for dance class.
I wondered about pairing, us being a trio, but there was a surplus of girls and there was some rotation of partners so Bill and I each danced with Betty as well as other girls there. Bill and I were the youngest guys there, but some girls were younger than us and one of the guys had some grey hairs.
Betty acted like she'd been before. Bill and I didn't feel to great, but by the end we had some confidence and were eager to come back next week. We already knew a whole lot more than we had at the Advocacy Center dance.
Five weeks later we finished dance class and felt like we were professionals, and as far as school and Advocacy Center dances, people thought that we were professionals.
We kept up our rotation of the sexual stuff we enjoyed till the end of summer, making sure that each of us got off once a day and mixing up what we knew so we wouldn't get bored. Swim team started, and in the fall school started and our private time diminished to an hour and a half after we got out of school but before our parents got home. We had no secrets from our parents anymore, but we still wanted privacy for sex.
That fall we started a new tradition: You get a sandwich job on your birthday.
On my Birthday, I fucked Betty's pussy while Bill fucked my ass.
On Bill's Birthday, he fucked Betty's pussy while I fucked his ass.
On Betty's Birthday, we asked her what she wanted and she had us bring her to orgasm with our hands and mouths first, because we all knew she wasn't going to climax from getting fucked. After she came, she had Bill fuck her butt while I fucked her pussy.
That's how we all turned sixteen, and a year later we did that when we turned seventeen.
I have to leave the story here and jump from the summer when we were fifteen.
I've told you about each new sexual experience that myself, Bill and Betty had between our fourteenth and seventeenth birthdays. We grew closer to our parents, we were out to them and eventually any classmates that cared. We took a dance class, went to our first Pride, listened to an old man dispense his wisdome to us, and I even attended a service at a church with an openly lesbian priest. I did tell Bill and Betty about that; it just didn't make it into the story.
I didn't talk about learning to drive, Betty's period, working around the schedule of the pool service, lawn service and monthly maid service, all of which cramped our style because you don't want to hear it.
Outside of the story the relationship between Betty, Bill and I grew. I don't know if my parents were still swinging after I walked in on them; I never asked and I never walked in on them again.
For now, know that we had sex most weekdays through the summer while we were fifteen and through the summer again when we were sixteen. We finished dance class and attended dances at the Advocacy Center many more times and with a lot more confidence. Swim team started and continued into the winter; Bill and I stayed with it till the winter of our senior year.
A year after that first lecture, Dad repeated it when I was sixteen and is probably about to repeat it now that I'm seventeen; Betty, Bill and I probably won't go to the same college, and we need to get used to the idea that after college we will likely get called to careers in different cities.
I will pick up my story in the next file, in the present day, the Spring of our senior year. We're all seventeen years old and will turn eighteen after we start college.