My name is Rich. I'm seventeen, it's May and pretty soon I'll be out of high school. In the Fall myself and my friends are going to different colleges.
I think what my friends and I have got going on is really cool, and I'm anxious to see anything change but nobody can stop time, so I'm writing this down.
The closest friends anybody ever had are Betty and Bill. We've known each other since kindergarten and live within a block of each other. We used to skinny-dip since we were about 8 or 9 in Bill's pool. When we were ten we noticed that other girls stopped running around with shirts off, but Betty didn't want to start wearing shirts around us and we continued until Bill and I joined the school swim team. After that, the last thing we wanted to do was more swimming.
Though the swimming was done when we turned thirteen, we would still go to Bill's when his parents were at work and just lounge naked. Sometimes we played video games, sometimes we watched TV.
I think we were still thirteen when Bill and I started getting erections, in front of ourselves and Betty. We'd had sex ed at a pretty young age and heard about this from other kids, so we weren't shy about it. Pretty soon, maybe a couple of weeks after the erections started, we started stroking ourselves and soon Bill and I started to touch each other. I noticed that Betty was touching her pussy and starting to rub herself while she watched.
Something in the back of my head said that we needed to include Betty but I couldn't picture what we should be doing in my head, and I didn't say anything.
Bill was always bookish, compared to me anyhow, and about two days after I felt guilty that we Betty was just watching, he came to us with an idea.
"We've started doing sex stuff, even if it's only stroking and so I looked at the school library. Nothing looked good there, so I went to the public library, still nothing. I went to the college library, and then I found a bunch of stuff. The stuff on how sex works wasn't any good; we already had that in school, but I found stuff about bisexuality, which seems to be the direction we're going."
I just blinked at him; this was a lot to think about in thirty seconds. I just nodded and let him continue. Betty looked like she forgot how to blink and was just staring at him.
Bill continued. "We're just stroking so far, but I think we already skipped, like Steps 1 and 2 and we're on Step 3, so we're stroking all wrong".
Now I had words: "How are we stroking wrong and what are Steps 1 and 2? You sound silly."
Bill had answers. "If you're patient we can go all the way without getting hurt, getting mad at each other, or getting in trouble. We should put our jeans back on."
Bettys' turn. "What are you talking about? We're not going to just start feeling ashamed today!"
Bill closed his eyes like he was getting mad but trying not to yell. "The three of us are going to take the time to really become lovers. Step 1 is for the three of us to really look at each other, touch each other's hands and faces, and to start kissing and making out. All three of us."
Betty and I were again silent. Bill was blowing our minds.
Bill let us absorb this and then said, "Step 2 is for us to get naked again and really look at each other's bodies and really start touching.
Once we've kissed and made out, our bodies are going to react, like our hard-ons but our nipples will probably get hard, all three of us, our breathing will pick up and Betty, your going to feel your pussy get juicy. We should have already done all of this before Rich and I started stroking."
Betty talked, "You said we had jumped to step three. After we've done this stuff you've said, won't we be right back where we were yesterday? Also, you said "go all the way": I don't want to be pregnant, especially if I wouldn't know which of you was the daddy!"
Bill smiled at this, which put us at ease. "First, it will be all three of us stroking instead of just Rich and I. Both Rich and I need to learn to bring you to a climax with our hands. Some women go their whole lives without experiencing that so I think it's a point of honor for us to figure it out. You'll be able to bring us off with your hands, but that's nothing special. Rich and I are also going to need to learn how to take care of your boobs before we even start stroking your pussy, to get you ready. We should be able to make you a very happy woman."
Now Betty was smiling and paying close attention, and Bill finished. "This will probably take months. From stroking we're going to continue on to oral sex when we're ready. Anal sounds scary but there are a few tricks about getting clean, getting ready at your own pace with lubricants and dildos..."
My turn "Where are you going to get us dildos?"
"You've shaved your crotch for swim team?"
"No, but I heard that the college swimmers do."
"You and I are going to shave our crotches and photograph our dicks while they're hard."
"Huh?"
"I've got software that can take a bunch of photos of an object and make an STL file..."
"...for your Dad's 3D printer", I finished for him. "You're going to make dildos shaped like our penises!"
"Six", Bill added. "One of each of us boys, for each of us three. That's six. Betty, you can use your two to slowly work your pussy till you feel comfortable trying sex with us. Your should probably go on the pill when we take our dick photos for the dildos. We're also going to use condoms as a second layer of protection and to keep the dildos easier to clean. The reason for shaving our pubes is to give a clean photo for the 3D model."
"All three of us can use our two dildos and lube to slowly get our butts ready for anal. You clean your ass out with an ear syringe, like moms use on kids with ear infections."
I felt deflated. I thought we came here together to jerk off and feel guilty, and now we had an assignment that would take months and leave the three of us lovers and sex experts.
I looked at Betty; she looked like I felt, and was looking at her toes.
Bill looked kind of stone-faced, looking between Betty and I trying to decide if we were enthusiastic or maybe angry.
After a minute, Betty said, "I think it's time to get dressed". Her voice sounded kind of cold and kind of resigned. Bill and I stood up. Betty pulled on her jeans and fastened them, then she surprised us by walking up to Bill and kissing him hard on the lips, mashing her boobs into his chest. She eventually let go of Bill, turned to me and said, "I'm going to kiss you next, and you and Bill are going to kiss after that".