I looked into Gianna’s eyes and noticed that she was studying my face intently before she began to speak.
“I know this wasn’t easy for you Mel, but I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
I took her hand and gently squeezed it.
“I enjoyed watching you both and even though I was apprehensive about meeting him at first… and… you know… doing this…” as a smile broke on both of our faces, “I’m glad we did.”
Gianna leaned in and we kissed softly, just as Tim came back into the room.
I spent the next several hours watching them make love, and Tim watched Gianna and me, but the three of us didn’t engage in sex together. Even though I was very tempted, I didn’t let Tim penetrate me which I hoped was keeping at least part of the promise I had made to James. The guilt I was feeling, was assuaged somewhat by the fact that the three of us meeting and being together was important to Gianna, and I felt like I had to be there for her, just like she was for me the morning that James abruptly left for Los Angeles. For the first time, I was beginning to realize just how problematic it was being in love with two people.
The sun was coming up and Tim had just fallen asleep. Gianna urged me to stay with them in the hotel room, but it just didn’t feel right. They needed some privacy as a couple, and I knew I’d sleep better in my own bed.
As I drove home, I couldn’t help but reflect on the complicated state of my love life. I didn’t like the fact that I had to share the two people that I loved with others. Things were much simpler when I was hooking up with women I met in clubs and then leaving the next morning, before awkward and potentially romantic entanglements could arise.
Even though I wished the circumstances were different concerning the two people I was seeing, I was happy. James was opening up a world to me that I didn’t even know existed, and even though that was sometimes very scary, it was also incredibly exciting. Then my thoughts turned to Gianna. She was the most thoughtful, kind, caring, and loving woman that I had ever been with, my relationship with her seemed to balance the tumultuous experiences I was having with James. No matter what he put me through, she’d be there for me and help get me through it. I came to the conclusion that nothing in life is ever perfect, and all that any of us can hope for is to be happy, and that morning, I was.
I had just gotten off the elevator and was walking down the hallway and approaching my apartment when I noticed a small package by the front door. I observed that the parcel had a Los Angeles return address and I recognized it as James’ office. Even though I was very tired, I knew I’d never be able to get to sleep until I opened it and discovered what he had sent me.
Once I was inside, I opened the box and saw an envelope with a card inside. The card read:
“Melanie, I know you’ve been studying hard for your finals and I wanted to reward you by taking you someplace special. I’m going to leave you in suspense by not revealing our destination quite yet, but the enclosed contents will give you a hint. James.”
I dug down into the Styrofoam ‘peanut’ packing and pulled out five bikinis. Oh God, five micro bikinis. I read the almost microscopic tag on one of the thong bottoms and it said, ‘Wicked Weasel.’
James had been many things to me in the time that I’d known him: My benefactor, my lover, and my dominant. I had no idea where he planned to take me or the things we’d do once we were there, but there was one thing I was certain of: There would never be a dull moment.
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