I sat there with my hands behind my head, stretching out my legs and letting the tensions of the day ease from my body. Today had been a long one, but now the work is done. I was in my new home, a rented flat, thanks to the help of my two girlfriends, Sarah and Clare. If it hadn’t been for them, I would have gotten bored with the move. There would have been a pile of still-to-be-opened boxes in the living room, and I woul...

Tuesday morning brought the normal bustle around the breakfast table. Dad had already gone to work, and Mum was trying to hurry my two younger brothers to school, but everything was running late. It was with a knowing smile to my mother that I offered to run my brothers to school and then Ella into the city as she needed to buy some clothes. None of my siblings could believe that a friend had lent me an almost new mini to...

We stepped through Brenda’s apartment front door; we were hungry for each other after our little talk. But as we moved to her bedroom, Brenda noticed that the telephone answering machine light was flashing. It was a message from my sister. Could I phone you ASAP? It's an emergency, I checked, and the message had only been left fifteen minutes ago, so I quickly phoned my home number. On the third ring, Ella answered. She e...

I sat there in the rear of Paula’s car as she drove; Brenda’s arm was wrapped around me. There had been chuckles at my expense, mutterings that had now just become background noise. I didn’t care if collecting lady's telephone numbers had been just a Brenda game. Let them have their fun, I thought. Inside, I felt alive, I was still thinking about Linda and the future possibilities. It never occurred to me that I had just...

(Story Continued from chapter 13). “Come back soon,” the two waiters said as we left the restaurant. Their warm reaction made us both smile and I thought, next time we eat there we get not only extra good service but also the same private window seat. As we l walked down the steps and towards the car I could not help but let my hand slip down to Sarah’s pantyless bottom. It did feel good and I said, “I could get used to t...

Monday’s long night with Clare made me realise that I needed to make more time for myself, and I made a big decision—at least it was for me. I decided not to sign on to play football for the new season. My thinking was that the absence of football would free up my weekends, as I needed that time to spend with both my girlfriends. However, it was still uncertain that I could keep Sarah, and as for Clare, she had admitted t...

Clare softly spoke, and I felt her body slightly shake and then stiffen as her next words came out. “There's one more thing I need to tell you, and this you might find the hardest to understand.” “I am bisexual.” “Bisexual,” I gently said, repeating Clare’s very last word while feeling her body still shaking. That word hung there as Clare’s words sank in, and then my body reacted. I leaned forward and lovingly kissed Clar...

I had a third love, and that was my job… I was the manager of a small start-up engineering company that designed and manufactured a high-end technical product. It was a good job to have, especially at my age, with lots of responsibility but also good money and the bonus of only having to work Mondays to Thursdays. Friday was called an option day, and it was my choice if I went in or not. That would come in handy if I were...

As I promised, on Thursday evening at exactly seven pm, I phoned Clare. As I dialled, I hoped that she had remembered my call, as I didn’t want to talk to her mum and explain who I was. I thought that would be a little awkward. Happily, Clare was waiting by the phone and picked up quickly. It was nice to hear her voice and not her mum’s. I also thought it was good to know that she remembered my call, though I did wonder i...

Tuesday at work passed quickly; we were quiet, and I had time to reflect on both what had happened last night and also what I needed to say to Sarah. With Clare, it was now all out in the open. I would carry on seeing her, but I knew I needed to wait and see what happened with Alan before I considered the next step. My more immediate concern was my girlfriend, Sarah. I desperately wanted to keep her as my girlfriend, but...

Monday at work passed quickly as my mind was elsewhere, thinking about Sarah and Clare and trying to find a way. I had already realised that there was one piece of information that I needed from Clare tonight, and it came in the form of a question. Was there any future for me and her? Things are always different when you get home from holidays and when you are back into your routine. I desperately needed to know where I s...

“I am the guy who was fucking your daughter in Majorca,” went through my mind as I picked up the phone to call Clare. I was nervous as I did not want to have to speak to her mum or dad and then explain who I was; that would be a little awkward! We had landed on schedule, and by the time I drove home, it was just past one in the afternoon. I planned to call Clare at one thirty, as I had hinted at doing so. Now that I had t...

On arrival at my hotel, I looked at my watch: only nine-thirty. So still time for breakfast. I nipped up to my room to check if Mark was there, but it was empty, and surprisingly both our beds were still made. It looked like Mark had gotten lucky as well. I took the opportunity to ruffle up my bed and quickly change. I had no intention of mentioning anything about my night activities with Clare, especially as Mark knows S...

I had a passport. Mark, my best friend, knew that as we had been on a “lads” holiday together four years before. It was the same holiday that I met a ginger-haired girl called Kirsty. The girl that I ended up spending the week with, and just maybe, the girl I first fell in love with. Mark explained that a space had become available to go on a stag do in Majorca from next Thursday to Sunday morning. It was a distant relati...

In the four years since I met Clare, many things have changed in my life, the most positive being Sarah, my girlfriend. She was my first true girlfriend. I had not forgotten Clare. She was still somewhere in the farther reaches of my mind, nestling there. But Clare was four years ago; she would be now grown up and probably living in Yorkshire—I never understood why, but my thoughts occasionally would flicker to Clare. I w...