Prologue: Beka’s Crash into Me
[Before you read this, you need to read part one of the Prologue: Mi Casa.]
About two months ago we had one of our epic parties. After the last people who weren’t crashing on one of our four couches or in the guest room left, Beka and I started a preliminary clean—Michelle has the tendency to freak out on the morning following our parties due to being overwhelmed by the amount of cups and spillage spread out all over our vast abode. Beka and I were in the kitchen talking about how it was unusual that neither of us ended up hooking up with someone. The sound of Keegan and Michelle’s loud sex echoed all around us. We couldn’t help but laugh. After filling up two black trash bags, we decided to go smoke a joint in my room.
We were lying on my bed, smoking a fatty, still wearing our party clothes (it was a classy, fancy-dress party) when we realized we only saw one of the cats: Baxter. This was odd because the two cats are almost always together. Beka’s cat, Dinah, who has a tendency to slip out the back door, was missing. We panicked and started searching the backyard, still smoking the joint no less. After about ten minutes, Beka started to freak out. That’s when I noticed Dinah sitting on the window seal inside the house. Beka and I shared a good laugh, though she was still a little freaked. The joint, no doubt, made her more than a little paranoid. She hugged me tight and whispered “thank you” into my ear. It wasn’t a friendly roommate/ buddy hug. It was a prolonged, embracing hug that led to a long and intense accidental make out session in the backyard. Once we both realized what was happening we pulled back, only to start making out again. We stopped a second time and then had one more quick session. That’s when Beka suggested that we should go inside.
That was the first time Beka and I had sex. There was no awkwardness between us in the following days. We also didn’t talk about it. But it happened again and again. At first it was only when we were both drunk and/or high but the last few times we were both sober. We’re just single and horny humans who both enjoy awesome sex.
Even though we don’t consider it to be a big deal, we have kept it secret from the other roommates. It usually only happens when they aren’t around anyway.
This all happened before I fell into the three-way relationship. I’ll go into more detail in regards to the significance of my sexual encounters with Beka in the next post. And believe me when I say that this is a significant factor….
Beka is NOT one of my two girlfriends.
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Prologue: Mi Casa
Before I can detail how our three-way relationship (threelationship?) came to be, I have to give some backstory, or exposition, if you will. Everyone has a backstory.
First, there has to be an understanding of my living arrangements. I live in a house with four and a half bedrooms. The half bedroom is not so much as a real bedroom, but rather more like an oversized closet with a bunk bed—it belongs to the owners of the house: Mr. and Mrs. Ho (yes, that is there real name)—and an old La-Z-Boy recliner which I believe the house actually owns. We have frequent houseguests and use the spare as a guest room. It especially comes in handy when we have our legendary house parties.
Four people technically live in our house. Of course there’s me, Topher, and then my three roommates: Fisher, Michelle, and Beka. Two gentlemen, two ladies. We like to keep things equal.
Fish
Fisher (21), who we call Fish, is our self-proclaimed resident drug dealer who doesn’t really sell, so don’t ask. He merely supplies pot to our house (all four of us smoke), the Crazy Cat Lady next door (more on her later), and The Hos. Funny sidebar: The Hos buy a lot of pot for people who claim they “don’t leally smoke a rot.”
To say Fish is a major pothead would be an understatement. I have never known him not to be high. Fish is a college dropout/burnout turned Mac Genius. He works at the fancy Apple Store where, according to his stories, he mostly macs on “fly honeys” all day. Though we all, especially the girls, suspect he is a closet homosexual. It also doesn’t help that his initials are F.A.G. I’m not even kidding. I would say his parents need to be shot for doing something like that but it wouldn’t be funny considering his father was actually shot (he was a security guard) a few years ago—he’s now paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair. Fish and his family are financially set thanks to a large settlement his father received. Fish barely visits his parents and he only calls them when his bank account is begins to dry up. He’s really kind of mean to them.
Fish is very sensitive and in-touch with his emotions—he’s uber emo, to say the least. He’s awkward and shy anywhere outside of his natural Mac Habitat. He naïvely thinks he’s a marijuana aficionada. We let him think that, even though he can’t roll a joint to save his life.
Michelle
Michelle (20) is the flighty and messy one of the group. She’s also fucking smoking hot and she knows it. She’s the kind of girl who comes off as completely ape-shit stupid but once you get to know her you realize it’s an unintentional act. We had a philosophy class together where she constantly shocked the professor and the rest of the class with her impressive insights.
Michelle just moved in January. At first we were skeptical because she seemed like she wouldn’t mesh with the positive dynamic we’ve always had in the house. We were wrong. Michelle will probably be a student her entire life. She’s changed her major three times already and is contemplating a fourth change. On a side note: If the opportunity ever presented itself, and it almost did on more than one occasion, I would not hesitate to fuck Michelle.
Keegan
Michelle’s boyfriend, Keegan (20), practically lives here too, though we don’t really mind considering how chill and laidback he is. It also doesn’t hurt that he cleans and contributes more to the apartment than Michelle—he’s basically picking up her slack. Keegan and I get along great. Sometimes I wish he lived here rather than Fish. The funny thing about Keegan is that since he’s still underage and doesn’t have a fake I.D. like Michelle, he needs someone, usually myself, to buy him booze.
Keegan and Michelle fuck a lot. I mean a lot, a lot. They’re not shy about it either and they’re both really loud. Actually, with the exception of Fisher, we’re all pretty open about sex, just not as open as Keegan and Michelle are about their sex life.
Beka
Beka (23) is the kind of girl who usually doesn’t play nice with other females. Most of her friends are guys. She hated the last girl who lived here. Thankfully Beka and Michelle get along swimmingly. In fact, it’s almost eerie. Beka is both smart sexy and sexy sexy. She’s not that girly but since Michelle moved in, there has been female bonding (not bondage) of Sex in the City caliber.
Beka recently graduated from college. She had a job working for a lame magazine but quit due to boredom; now she bartends at a swank restaurant/bar where she banks ungodly amounts of money. Photography is her passion. She’s especially into taking kinky photos.
Baxter and Dinah
Baxter is my cat. Dinah is Beka’s cat. Even though they’re spayed and neutered, respectively, they have an asexual relationship of adorable proportions.
Zak
Zak (24) is my best friend. He’s in web development and has a really bitchy girlfriend, Emily (23), who likes to get drunk, start drama, go off on a drunken tirade, and then finish off with lots of vomiting. Don’t worry; Zak is totally cool with me sharing this information. Emily would say and has said this on more than one occasion anyway. She thinks it’s funny and endearing.
Zak doesn’t live with us but he spends a great deal of time here. He is the only person who knows about the three-way relationship (for now) and about this blog.
The Hos
The Hos are our Korean landlords. They own the house we live in and buy pot from Fish. They own a lot of property, actually. They used to own a corner store (I know, how cliché) but sold it at the end of last year. I know they must have an absurd amount of money but they sure don’t seem like it. Their house is small and really nothing special. Actually, I think the house we live in is a lot nicer. It’s certainly bigger. But The Hos live alone and are pretty small people. I’m not a racist but they are kinda funny in that stereotypical Korean way. They both pronounce things funny and speak in a sudden and halting manner, especially Mrs. Ho. Sometimes I feel like they’re laying the Korean-ness on thick on purpose.
The Hos hate the racist crazy cat lady who lives next door.
Ms. Priss
Ms. Priss is the (alleged) racist crazy cat lady who lives next door. I’m not clear on what her real name is—I’ve been told that it’s Priscilla but cannot confirm. The Hos call her Ms. Priss or sometimes Ms. Prissy or simply Prissy. (With their accent it sounds more like, “Ms. Pliss.”)
Ms. Priss has, oh; I don’t know, twenty cats, maybe more. Some are indoor cats only, some are outdoor cats only, and then some are both indoor and outdoor. Apparently her house is classified as a cat shelter, which legally allows her to keep so many fucking cats. I adopted—or as I like to think of it: saved—my cat, Baxter, from Ms. Priss.
I won’t sugarcoat this: Ms. Priss thinks The Hos kill her cats. That’s to say that she doesn’t think The Hos are eating her cats—she really doesn’t think that—she just thinks The Hos are reducing her cat population. I don’t know how she could tell. She has a lot of fucking cats.
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Naomi
At 24, Naomi is the oldest of the three of us, but not by much. A little more than a year ago she was engaged to an older man (31) with lots of money. But like most things in her life that didn’t last. She freaked out because she was being “smothered” and ended the engagement. She kept the ring.
Naomi likes to think that she’s a princess. From my experience, princesses don’t like to share. What’s the cutoff age for being a princess anyway?
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Topher
I won’t be giving out too many personal details about the three of us but some information always comes in handy. In my case especially, my educational background and interest of study played a large part in my desire to start this blog and document the unique relationship that I am sharing with two women.
I call myself Topher. I’m 22, soon to be 23 (though in the above picture I’m 21). I’m originally from the Bay Area of California but now live in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, just outside of Boston. I recently graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in psychology. I plan to earn my Phd after taking a year off to clear my head…And maybe a second year off to backpack around Europe.
Every since I lost my virginity (I was 15, she was 19) I have had, like most heterosexual males, an infatuation with sex and the female form. I love sex. I love women. I don’t think women are mere schlock artifacts meant to be discarded when they become an inconvenience. I respect women. All women. I just like to have sex with them.
I have plenty of female friends, though I’ve had sex with most of them. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t use women. Well, maybe I do just a bit, but my intentions are neither cruel nor misleading. I never lie to them. There is always a mutual understanding. I know I’m not alone in this line of thought.
Why the title “Bananas for Breakfast?” Well, the morning after my first time I was sore. My legs and arms both hurt and so did my, well, you know. I couldn’t walk right either — there was phantom friction going on down there. This is not at all unusual for a man following his first time. The beautiful woman who I spent that first night with gave me a banana for breakfast. She said it would reinvigorate me. The subtext of the situation was that she wanted to go at it again. So I ate that banana and dove right back into bed. She was the dawn of my sexual experience to come.
From then on, every time we had sex, she would give me a banana. Some people smoke cigarettes following climatic bliss; we ate bananas. Since then, nearly every time I have had sex, I have eaten a banana for breakfast. Sometimes breakfast comes at three in the afternoon, sometimes breakfast is technically dinner.
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The Great Sexperiment
I started this blog to document what my best friend has dubbed “The Great Sexperiment.” I am currently living what some might consider every man’s dream: I am in a relationship with two women. That’s not to say that I am dating two different women secretly behind the other’s back. On the contrary, I am not in two different relationships. I am in one relationship with two different women. And they are in a relationship with me. It was their idea. I couldn’t say no.
I could have posted this on my own blog — I write about sex a lot anyway — but then everyone who reads it would know. There would be expectations. And while I frequently live up to expectations, I want to keep my identity and the identity of my girlfriends anonymous. This is not a freaky sexual sideshow. This is a legitimate emotional and sexual association between three consenting adults.
At the moment, only my best friend knows. I’m sure over time more people will find out, depending on how long it lasts, but we’re not out to broadcast this to the people in our lives. There are already too many complications and obstacles involved in a three person relationship.
This is happening now. Right now. This did not happen last month or last year or once upon a time. It just started. The three of us are currently in the beginning phase of a relationship. We haven’t even reached the honeymoon phase yet. This is our prologue. Whenever I post, that means it more than likely happened within the last forty-eight hours.
This is not fiction. This is real. The consequences will be very real.
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