My Dad's College Friends - Forbidden Fun

Hesitantly I quietly ask, “Is that all? That’s a tall list of requirements.”

The two men shrug.

“No, it’s not,” Reese says. “It sounds like difficult criteria to meet, but with the right woman, it’s easy, and we think that woman could be you, sweetheart. We want someone who’s sweet with curves for days. We’ve known you for years now, Amelia, and you’re smart and feisty. You know what we like and what we don’t like, and aren’t afraid to throw your own opinion into the mix as well. Is this something you’d be interested in?”

Tilting my head, I think over Reese’s question. Am I okay with dating both of them knowing that they’re also dating each other? I’m fine with it, but there would be a lot of scandal. Could I deal with the side eyes and gossiping? What about someone commenting on my relationship and calling me amoral?

These thoughts flew through my head until I realized that Reese and Ryan were the first men who had made me feel loved and cherished; who seemed to respect me mentally while also loving and appreciating my body. What did it matter what others said, so long as I was happy? Looking at the two handsome men, I nod slowly.

“I think I’d like to try,” are my hesitant words. “I mean, I had a great time last night, and you’re right: we’ve always laughed a lot together. I think it’s worth it for us to see if this could become something real. But how does this work exactly? I’m obviously clueless when it comes to relationships, seeing that my last boyfriend was cheating on me for who knows how long. Plus I’ve never been in a relationship with more than one person. Is it like I’m dating each one of you separately? I’m a little confused.”

Ryan and Reese sit on the couch next to me, their massive forms sandwiching me from both sides.

“Well, there’s no book setting forth the rules. That’s up to us. So, if you have the time, we can start figuring it out right now, if you’d like.”

I bite my lip, blushing prettily.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Reese grins and gathers my feet before placing them on his lap. Then he pivots my body so that Ryan’s cradling me from behind. I lean back against Ryan’s broad chest, sighing with contentment, and I can feel his big chest vibrate with chuckles.

“Relaxed, baby girl?”

I blush again but then nod.

“Very.”

Reese laughs too and shucks off my shoes. Before long he begins to massage my feet, paying extra attention to the soles.

Closing my eyes to enjoy the pleasure, I realize that it was nice to be able to just relax and have someone else take care of me for a change. As he begins rubbing my calves too, Reese says, “I know we’re closing the barn door after the horses escaped, but I just want to ask one more time: are you sure that you want to be with both us? I can tell you right now that this won’t be easy. People have a tendency to attack that which they don’t understand, and we live in a small town. Everyone’s going to have an opinion.”

I exhale slowly, my bones dissolving into a warm puddle.

“Yes, I definitely want to be with you guys. I’m attracted to you both, and I want to see where this relationship can go. I like the way you make me feel when I’m with you. But you still haven’t told me how this will work.”

Ryan looks down and asks, “How would you like it to work, Amelia? You’re the one in control here. We don’t want to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. You’re the one in charge of our dynamic.”

Taken aback, I shift uncomfortably. “Well, I’m not sure.”

Laughing with me, Ryan chuckles.

“No pressure at all, sweetheart. All I’m saying is there’s no rush to figure out how you want this to be. Ultimately, you’re the one who will decide how our relationship will look going forward.”

Nodding my head in understanding, I think aloud, “Okay…so let’s work through this. I think I want to be with both of you at the same time. It just feels right that way. So, how does this work exactly?”

Reese continues to massage my legs and feet. Looking up he explains.

“It works just like a regular relationship; we still go on dates. If you don’t always want to do things with both of us, then it’s perfectly fine to just do things one-on-one. That’s what Ryan meant by you being in control of our dynamic. You call the shots.”

Shaking my head in understanding, I say, “That makes sense. But like I said, I think I would prefer for us to do all the normal stuff as one big couple, if it isn’t too strange.”

Ryan interrupts to say, “A throuple, you mean.”