'Lori, don't be jealous of me,' she said softly. 'I love you both. If you keep fighting over me, I'll have to leave. I can't stand being around jealousy.'
That stopped us cold. Mike and I couldn't bear the thought of losing Susan at this point. Our anger disappeared and was replaced by an uneasy fear.
We were silent for the rest of the trip. No one seemed angry and we didn't talk at all about jealousy. Yet a pall hung over us. We all knew that the argument would flare up again, if not as wildly as tonight, but still bitterly enough to make Susan uncomfortable and to endanger our triangle.
The trip had ended with our argument over, each of us trying to be cordial. None of us had forgotten the harsh words, the hurt they had brought, the insecurity, the doubt. The pain was there. Unfortunately, while the pain remained, Mike and I didn't long remember Susan's warning.
The day after we had returned from the beach, Susan tested us to see if we had really listened to her.
'I'd like to go to one of those parties you told me about,' she said.
We were both upset at the thought of sharing our new-found prize with our friends. We would have taken her to one of the parties eventually, but her suggestion had come so closely on the heels of our first three-way experience with her that we weren't prepared to share her at all.
Surprised by her suggestion, I lost my cool. 'Aren't you satisfied with us?' I asked, hurt in my voice.
'Yeah, what's wrong with us?' Mike asked.
We were both too obtuse to realize that our jealousy would drive her away from us. Sharing her wouldn't have made her like us any less, but denying her the experience because of our jealousy would make her hate us. And it did.
'Nothing's wrong with you two,' she told us, exasperation in her voice. 'The parties sound like fun. I'd like to go.'
'What's the rush?' Mike asked.
'I'm just in the mood, that's all,' she answered. 'Why are you so damn jealous? You and Mike go the parties and it hasn't seemed to have hurt your relationship at all.'
Susan had put me on the spot. I couldn't admit that the parties, at least lately, had hurt my relationship with Mike. I couldn't tell her that the parties had made me enjoy Mike less. I pretty much had to agree now that she should go to the party.
'All right, Susan,' I grudgingly conceded. 'There's a party the night after next. You're welcome to go with us.'
Susan smiled, but it was an uneasy smile. I knew our resistance and our jealousy had annoyed her. I didn't realize until we got to the party exactly how much it had annoyed her. Before she even went to the party, she had decided to leave us, but to teach us a terrible lesson, one we had failed to learn earlier, before she left.
For the two days before the party, there was an uneasy quiet around the house. Mike and I both felt envious, jealous of those who would get to ravish Susan's lovely young body at the party. We felt she should have been ours alone to enjoy. After all, we had found her. I had converted her to the joys of bisexuality.
The night of the party, our jealousy almost overcame our reluctance to start an argument with Susan. Mike and I were waiting in the living room while Susan finished getting dressed for the party. We talked calmly to each other while we waited, but we were both nervous and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Mike's eyes widened. 'Jesus Christ,' he said, looking up at the doorway as he spoke.
Susan stood there, dressed to kill. She was really ready to party. She wore a clinging gown that hugged every curvy inch of her ripe young body. I could see her nipples outlined clearly against the fabric. I could even see the outline of her cunt mount and its hairy shrubbery pushing up against the tight dress.
The dress was cut so low in front that it barely covered those large nipples of hers. Her big tits hung out of the dress, almost daring someone to bury his or her head in that incredible cleavage. In contrast to her provocative outfit, she smiled that innocent, little-girl smile, the one that had almost fooled us when she had come to live with us. She was a beautiful sight, an alluring sight, and I knew that there was no way to keep our friends from stampeding in their rush to make her.
'You really went all out,' Mike said, his voice harsh, his tone bitter.
'I wanted to look nice, of course,' Susan said, looking hurt and a little surprised. 'Don't you like my dress?' she asked.
'Sure. Everyone else will like it too. You can bet on that,' Mike said.
'What's wrong with that?' Susan asked.
'Nothing,' Mike said, but his expression showed the anger he felt. Something was wrong, at least to Mike and me, and it was obvious what was wrong. We were both jealous, just the emotion that we could least afford to display.
'Oh, shit. You two are getting to be a pain in the ass,' Susan said angrily. 'Well, let's go.'
We all got in the car and drove to Cynthia and Jimmy's house. They were having the party, the first one we had attended at their house. The black couple had only recently joined our group.
The ride over was uncomfortable. None of us spoke. We all knew something bad was going to happen, but none of us knew precisely what.
Only as we approached Jimmy and Cynthia's house did I begin to think more positively about the party and wonder what it would be like for Mike and me. We had never been to a black person's house before, for a wild party or for any other occasion. I didn't know what to expect.
As we pulled up to their house, I noticed that the house wasn't much different from ours, at least on the outside. It was a little smaller, perhaps, but still fairly large, with a nice lawn and quite a few trees. It was in a mixed neighborhood and looked pretty much like the other houses around it.
Cynthia and Jimmy greeted us at the door. 'Hey, folks. Let's not jive out here,' Jimmy said as he ushered us inside. Then his eyes lit on Susan.
'What have we here?' he said. He walked around us and took Susan by the arm.
'I'm Susan Knight,' she said quietly. 'I'm living with Lori and Mike,' she told him.
'Well, well, well. Nice to have you with us,' Jimmy said, his eyes roaming over her body as he spoke. 'Come right in and join the fun.'
I looked over at Cynthia. Her eyes were flashing with anger. Just like us, that beautiful black woman felt threatened by Susan. Susan was so incredibly beautiful, teen-age sexuality personified, that it would have been a rare person who didn't feel threatened by her mere presence. Until Susan's arrival, jealousy had little place at our parties, but her magnetic sexuality had taken care of that.
I had been afraid everyone would rush at Susan in their anxiety to be the first to have her, but our party crowd was too cool for that. They noticed her, of course, and her presence affected them. Everyone stared at her openly. There was a slight hush at first, then the murmurs of conversation seemed more excited than before, but there was no stampede.
Jimmy stayed close to Susan. Obviously, he had picked her out for himself. He kept one arm around her shoulders while he guided her around the room to introduce her to all the guests.
For a few minutes, I watched Susan and Jimmy, jealousy burning within me. Then I decided to try to enjoy myself the best I could. I looked around at their house and at the crowd, trying to figure out what sort of evening it would be.
The house surprised me. Jimmy and Cynthia didn't seem militant. Sexually, they seemed to enjoy fucking and sucking with white people.
There had been some cruelty in the way Jimmy had tormented Karen while fucking her a few weeks before. At the last party we had attended, for no reason, Cynthia called me a bitch while we were in the middle of eating each other's cunts. They had hinted at some resentment of whites, but it had all been vague, indistinct, only implicitly there, hinted at, but not made explicit.
Their house made me wonder how they really felt. On the walls of their living room were pictures of the most militant of the black leaders. On their bookshelves were all the volumes that made up the library of black revolution. It was all there, books about separatism, oppression, riot, revolution. Yet these two blacks obviously enjoyed getting it on with white men and women. I couldn't figure it out, but somehow their militancy made them all the more attractive and, in Jimmy's case, at least, all the more of a threat. If he was hostile to whites, he would think nothing of making us suffer. The obvious way to make Mike and me suffer was to interfere with our relationship with Susan. I shivered and felt a sense of foreboding, of doom.
