Betty, Bill and Richard 08 (Cabin Fever and Safe Spaces) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020
My name is Richard.
Bill and I had gone from being jerk-off buddies a year ago to including Betty as a person we could get off with, both with our hands and mouth. All of that between the summer when we were fourteen until mid November, by which time we'd all turned fifteen.
Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years had kept us apart sexually. We were still doing a little homework together, watching TV and playing video games, but our parents were home all the time now and we were being careful about what we did and said. We were also wearing clothes, which didn't happen when we were on our own.
Finally in January we got weekdays with that brief space between the time we got out of school and the time our parents got home from work. In the summer we had always gone to Bill's because he had a pool, a shaded spot next to it and these huge yoga-mat things that all three of us could lay on. The weather being nasty in January, we weren't particular about whose house we went to after school.
We spent most of that time where the three of us could be alone during January making up for lost time. The three of us made out, masturbated each other, performed oral sex on each other and just held each other till we had to get dressed and get going on homework before parents arrived.
The only new thing we did was a matter of choreography: about mid January, we formed a triangle so that Betty was sucking me, I was sucking Bill, and Bill was eating Betty out.
The day after that, we reversed, so Bill sucked me and I ate Betty out.
That routine became our "go-to" through mid-February. When it bored us we went back to one person going down on another or one person masturbating another. The odd person out on any one day got to make it up the next day.
For all the progress we'd made from summer till Thanksgiving, it seemed like we'd stopped doing new things. I didn't know if I was supposed to be satisfied or if I was supposed to be more ambitious. More frustrating than that was that I wanted to have a long, open conversation with Bill and Betty about how I was feeling.
I couldn't tell them how deeply I'd fallen in love with them after school one day and expect the conversation to be concluded before someone's parents got home.
Our routine continued through winter and into spring. One disruptive thing happened, though we couldn't tell how disruptive at the time.
The three of us were sitting in the cafeteria, having finished a forgettable lunch, when Betty said that we should go look at the school's Safe Space.
A couple of outcast kids were known to go in there, but most of us ignored it. Bill and I had been playing with each other for a year and a half and had blown each other more times than either of us could count over the past six months or more, but we'd never used the word "gay" for ourselves, especially counting Betty as an equal partner. I remember Bill using the word "bisexual" once, but it wasn't part of our daily vocabulary.
We ditched our lunch trays and followed Betty closely. At first it felt like visiting the temple of a strange religion, at least before we went through the door.
Once inside, we saw what looked like a half-size classroom. Three students and a teacher were in the room. Two of the students were playing Connect Four. The third was reading a white paperback called "What the Bible Really Says...", or someting like that.
Bill and I weren't aware that we'd started buying more fashionable clothes, so we thought we looked as straight as John Wayne with a chainsaw. Betty might've noticed but hadn't said anything. In our heads, Bill and I were on foreign soil. "Just looking around!", I said, convincing nobody.
Bill and I were standing so close that we were nearly touching each other, afraid to make eye contact with anyone or touch anything in the room.
Betty went to a bookshelf and was reading the title of every book, like she knew what she was looking for. Without looking up, she quietly said, "We're looking for material for someone new to the LGBTQ identity, maybe someone still thinking about coming out, and something about a young adult's first time". Now she looked up. "A boy or girl that is old enough to start exploring but is afraid of getting hurt."
I felt my face get really warm. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Bill's face was red. All we could do was stand still. We also stopped breathing, just to be on the safe side.
Now all three students in the room with us turned to look at Betty for a couple of seconds before returning to their business. The teacher acted as casual as if Betty had asked about a weather forecast. "Ah!" he said, got up and turned to a pamphlet case next to him. He picked out five of them. "Most of these are about feeling isolated socially or problems a young person might have with their parents. These two are about safe sex; the State requires that those be available to students. As for a person's first time having sex, the Administration doesn't want us to encourage underage sex, so we wouldn't have those. I assume that you're asking about a friend that is at or older than the age of consent?"
Betty was paying attention to this teacher. "Of course! A couple of older friends of mine go to a Catholic school and didn't know who to ask!"
A little gasp escaped me but I clamped down on it. The kid reading the book cracked a grin.
"Saint Mark's?"
"Yeah."
"Tell your friends to join the school croquet club."
"Croquet?"
"It's a clandestine group, like the French underground for gay Catholic students."
"Got it."
"Another thing." He pulled out two more pamphlets for Betty. "PFLAG is for parents and friends. If your freinds choose to come out, they can offer PFLAG as a support group for their parents. For your friends themselves and the questions about a young person having sex for the first time, there's an LGBTQ advocacy group here in town. They have advice, AIDS testing and personal stories about their own coming out experiences. They can help your friends stay safe and healthy."
"Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked us.
I just pointed at Betty.
Bill managed to speak, "We're just with her!"
We were in the hall before Betty, looking round like meth freaks to see if we'd been spotted coming out of this safe space.
Six months the story of our first visit to the Safe Space was funny to us, but on that day it was sheer terror.