In Which Two Become Three

In my last couple of stories I described how I fell in love with my roommate and BFF Melissa during my schooldays at St Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies, an English girls’ boarding school with a surprisingly liberal line on lesbianism. I also promised that I would introduce you to my other two great friends Jill and Mei-Ling, fellow members of the school gymnastics team who with Melissa and me made up what we called The Sisterhood, four girls united in mutual friendship and devotion. Mei-Ling also goes by the English names “Heather” (look up “ling” in the dictionary) and “Belle” (a complicated tri-lingual pun) but I will use her original name here.

Jill is the younger sister of my sister Amanda’s great friend Caroline. Whereas Melissa, of mixed English and Latin American heritage, is a rather exotic-looking beauty, Jill is the classic English Rose, tall, slim, leggy and blonde with bright blue eyes and a peaches-and cream complexion. She can be more fiery and outspoken than the gentle, placid Melissa, but she is also brave, fearless and unfailingly loyal; once you are her friend, you are a friend for life. If Kipling’s Thousandth Man had a sister, her name would be Jill.

Today, St Sappho’s has a lot of overseas pupils, especially from Russia and Eastern Europe; if a teacher goes into a classroom and calls out “Natasha!” or “Tatyana!” half the class will stand up. In my day, however, they were less common, so Mei-Ling, the daughter of a wealthy Singaporean family, was something of a novelty. (I don’t count Melissa as a foreign student; despite her exotic looks, she is English on her father’s side, holds a British passport and her family live just outside Godalming). Mei-Ling is acute and delicate Chinese girl and, at the time of this story, tiny and petite. (She has grown a bit since). As for her personality, her name means “beautiful soul”, and that sums her up.    

I wrote in one of my earlier stories that falling in love with your roommate was an established rite of passage at St Sappho’s.Unfortunately, there was no guarantee that your love would be returned. The school had its well-established heterosexual community of girls who had no interest in same-sex romance, and Jill had the misfortune to lose her heart to one of these, her roommate Margot. Now we bisexuals had a saying (inverting the common male cliché about lesbians) that heterosexuals were girls who weren’t pretty enough to attract a girlfriend, but this didn’t apply to Margot, who was undoubtedly attractive. Unfortunately for Jill she was equally undoubtedly as straight as an arrow, and made little secret of her view that for one girl to fall in love with another was weird, unnatural and against God’s law. Even the normally fearless and irrepressible Jill had never dared to confess her true feelings, at least not to Margot herself.

On the evening in question Jill had come round to our room, largely because she saw Melissa and me as sympathetic listeners to whom she could pour out her complaints about her emotional difficulties. We both loved chatting with her, because apart from being in love with one another we were both a bit in love with her as well. Teenagers are like that. They all seem to be polyamorous, even if that was not a word any of us would have used at the time. (If anyone had used the word to us, we would probably have responded with a lame joke about lovesick parrots or “Polly Ammeros? Isn’t she that Greek girl?”). Jill was probably a bit in love with us as well, because it was noticeable that whenever she came round to our room she managed to sprawl overour sofa in such a way as to give us the best possible view of her endless legs, with an occasional (or sometimes more than occasional) view of her panties.

Actually, this was a problem a lot of us experienced. We were at that stage of teenage development when a girl finds that her legs are growing by several inches a year, with the interesting result that skirts which had been reasonably modest when first purchased quickly became indecently short. This was a particular problem, however, for Jill, who seemed to grow by several inches a month, with the result that at the age of sixteen she suddenly found herself the possessor of a pair of legs of which most supermodels would have been jealous, and also the possessor of a set of skirts which only just performed their intended function of preserving her modesty, and sometimes didn’t even do that.     

Neither Melissa nor I really liked Margot, and we couldn’t see why Jill was so besotted with her, especially as it was quite obvious to us that Jill’s natural soul-mate was, of course, Mei-Ling, who had completely lost her heart to her lovely friend, although Jill somehow managed to interpret Ling’s feelings as no more than platonic friendship, or at most puppy-love. Mei-Ling was the youngest of the four of us, and although the age difference between her and Jill was only a few months, somehow it seemed much greater. The tall, outgoing, self-confident Jill was sixteen-going-on-twenty, whereas Mei-Ling- slim, petite, shy and quiet- seemed younger than her real age. Subconsciously, therefore, Jill had convinced herself that Mei-Ling, although a devoted friend,was too young to be seriously in love.

How the Jill/Mei-Ling relationship progressed will have to await another story, because this one is about what happened between Jill, Melissa and myself. When we met that evening we hadn’t really intended to end up making love, even though Melissa and I had been discussing our shared fantasies about threesomes, and Jill and Mei-Ling were top of our list. Well, perhaps not quite at the top, but we realised that the chances of a three-way with Princess Diana, Michelle Pfeiffer, Samantha Fox, Selina Scott or Jennifer Beals were slim. To say nothing of the chances of a four-way with Frida and Agnetha from Abba. (Yes, this was the eighties!) Jill seemed so unhappy that we sat down on the sofa on either side of her and put an arm round her to comforther, perhaps not realising that her problem was as much sexual frustration as lovesickness. She took our gesture in a rather more amorous way than we had intended it, and started kissing us both enthusiastically.

I was unsure how to react, so I glanced across at Melissa and saw that she was quite unfazed by Jill’s attentions and was affectionately returning her kisses, so I decided to join in and pressed by lips against Jill’s. Before I knew it I could feel her tongue sliding into my mouth and her hand slipping under my skirt and caressing my thigh. I was starting to feel very aroused and Icould tell that Jill was too. I let my hand do its own exploring until my fingers were pressing up against her damp panties. Now after all my experiences with Amanda and Melissa I had got quite proficient at bringing another girl off with my fingers and I set to work on Jill. She was so wound up she was just primed to explode, and it didn’t take long before I had brought her to an ecstatic climax while Melissa continued showering kisses on her.

We didn’t have time to take matters any further because the curfew hour was fast approaching and as soon as Jill had recovered she had to leave us and return to her own room. (Getting caught in someone else’s room after “lights out” would have been regarded as a serious matter at St Sappho’s). Melissa and I, however, were exhilarated by the idea that we had just had our firstthreesome, and we quickly stripped our clothes off and tumbled onto her bed for one of our most memorable love-making sessions.

More to follow about the best days of our lives!