I'd been friends with David and Michael for several years.I'd been friends with David and Michael for several years. They lived in the same apartment building in which I lived, so we shared parties, borrowed from each other, and were generally pals. I knew I could count on either of them if I had a problem, and was always willing to lend at least an ear if one of them had a problem. Although both of them dated women, I suspected that they were lovers, though I never said anything about it to either of them, or to anyone else. One night I came home from school to find a note under my door. "Come upstairs for some coffee and kahlua," was all it said, in David's familiar handwriting. I changed out of my suit (which I'd worn to work and then on to my night class) into jeans and sneakers. Then I went upstairs to their apartment, which was organized perfectly for good conversation. Surrounding a long coffee table were two sofas and two love seats. I stretched out on one of the love seats and they stretched out on the two sofas. We drank coffee and kahlua, talking lazily about everything and nothing. Then the subject of my upcoming thirty-fifth birthday arose. "What do you want for your birthday?" David asked. "A good lover," I moaned. "I haven't had a good lover in a long time." Michael laughed. "Shall David and I attack your body then?" I smiled. "No. I don't want to trade two good friends for a quick fuck. Even for a menage a trois with two such gorgeous creatures." "Did you ever do that?" David asked curiously. "What? Have two men at once? No. I've been with a man and a woman, but never two men." "Would you like it?" Michael asked, equally curious. "Sure. It's every woman's fantasy. But I think the reality probably wouldn't be as good as the fantasy." "Why?" he asked. "Well, as hung up as most men are about their own sexuality, they'd be fumbling around either trying to outdo each other, or trying desperately not to touch each other, so no one would suspect them of being gay. And that's not what I'd really want. When I fantasize about it, I'm the center of their attention. They're totally focused on sharing me with each other, in every way, and not afraid to touch each other when it's called for. But it's just a good fantasy, so don't go looking for a couple of guys to fulfill it for me. |