Hot Bi-Curiosity Ignites in a Sweltering Summer Night with Strip Poker and a New Neighborhood

Intro: Belinda and I started dating in high school.  During the summer after our freshman year of college, a game of “truth or dare” led to a threesome between Belinda, myself and Belinda's life long best friend Marcella.  The three of us ended up fooling around and experimenting with each other for the rest of that summer.  After eight years apart, the three of us ended up together again after re-uniting at a friends wedding. We ultimately acknowledged that the three of us were in love, despite the fact that Marcella was languishing in an unhappy marriage. Belinda and I headed back to Florida, but Marcella still had to finish up her divorce before she could pack up her things and join us in the sunshine state. Belinda and I continued to look for a house big enough to accommodate three people. After two months of three-way phone sex, the routine began to wear on us. Belinda and I began to grow restless without Marcella around.


JOURNAL-002:  “A NEW FRIEND”


JUNE 2007

After two months of searching, we had finally found the perfect house for us.  I had gotten a pretty significant advance on the book that I was working on, so we went BIG.  It was a four bedroom three bathroom house in an older neighborhood with a three car garage, an in-ground pool, and jacuzzi, and it even had that high privacy fence in the back that Belinda had been hoping for.  Only a small part of me was really in love with the house.  It was the back yard that really did it for me.  I could just imagine Belinda and Marcella lounging around back there all weekend, naked and happy without a care in the world.

I had never lived in a house like that before.  I come from a modest family, so it would be a huge change for me.  We had closed that afternoon and desperately wanted to celebrate.  The house was sitting empty as we had not yet moved in, but it was all ours!

After we called Marcella to tell her the good news, Belinda made a call to her friend Jenna.  She and a guy named Nick that she had just started dating were going to meet us out for a few drinks.  We then got dressed up and headed out for a night on the town.  It started out like any other night.  Little did I know, tonight was the night that Belinda and I were finally going to break from our routine.

I had met Jenna a number of times before.  She was what you'd call a 'spinner.'  She was just a tiny little thing.  Belinda had known her from her previous job working as a hostess at the night-club that Belinda's ex; Bruce owned.  Jenna despised Bruce as much as Belinda and I did, so I got along with her right away.  The majority of Belinda's close friends were Hispanic, but Jenna was Asian. More specifically Chinese-American.  She stood about 5 foot and couldn't have weighed any more than 85 pounds soaking wet.  She was thin, lean and tan and she seldom wore a bra, as her breasts were barely an A-cup.  She was a beautiful girl, with dark smokey eyes and shoulder length, straight black hair.  We met up at a casual little neighborhood pub that night.  Jenna was dressed very similarly to Belinda.  Short shorts and a tight fitting white sleeveless top.  From thirty feet away I could easily make out the points of her always erect nipples pushing against the tight fabric of her top.

She hugged Belinda and I hello and introduced us to Nick.  Jenna dated a lot of guys in the short time that I'd known her, and each new guy I met left me more confused than the last.  She could have had just about any guy she chose, yet she seemed to dig as deep into the douche-bag pile as she could, time after time.  Nick was no exception.  You know the type.  Fitted V-neck tee shirt with some ridiculous print involving a skull or a dragon, manicured eye-brows, getting ready to light a cheap cigar that he thought might make him appear more sophisticated... You know, douche-bag.

Thankfully, Nick didn't talk much.  In fact, for great chunks of time throughout the night, he would disappear entirely.  The conversation between Belin, Jenna and me mostly revolved around our new house.  Jenna was one of the few people that Belinda had entrusted with our little secret about Marcella.  She knew all about our bizarre love triangle and, if anything, seemed to think it made us 'cool.'  She had no gripes about Belinda's bi-sexuality either.  Though she never claimed to be bi-sexual herself, Belinda had told me that she and Jenna had made out on numerous drunken occasions back when they worked together.  That made me like Jenna even more.

After another brief appearance from Nick, Jenna asked us when she could see the new house.  Belinda began to tell her about the house-warming party we would eventually have when I reached into my pocket and withdrew my key ring.  "Baby, they gave me the keys this afternoon." I smiled as I dangled the keys in front of her smiling face.


After a quick stop by our apartment to grab a portable i-pod player, some playing cards and some booze, we were headed to our future home with Jenna and Nick following behind us.

"Where does she find these guys?" I asked Belinda.

"Who, Nick?" she replied.  "He seems alright."

"Are you kidding me?" I scoffed.  "That guy is a monumental douche-bag...  Like 'king of the douche-bags."

Belinda snorted.  "Oh, he's not that bad."

"I don't get it." I went on.  "Jenna's a cool chick, plus she's smokin' hot!  I don't see why she keeps going out with these frat boy types."

Belinda giggled at me.  "You think Jenna's 'smokin' hot?"

"Sure." I said, trying to downplay the situation.

"You know we made out a few times, right?" Belinda taunted.

"Yes, I know." I smiled.


Once we got to the house, we gave Jenna and Nick the tour.  We then set up shop on the back patio, as there wasn't a stick of furniture in the whole house, save for a dusty old sofa in the garage that had been abandoned by the previous owners.  Luckily, the back patio came furnished with a nice wrought iron set including a large table and umbrella along with several chairs as well as four chaises for laying out by the pool.  I got the music going and promptly made everyone a drink.

I won't bore you with what happened over the next three hours.  The short version is that Nick got absolutely shit-faced and puked in my brand new pool.  I then had to practically carry him into the garage and toss his dopey ass onto that dusty old couch.

"I'm so sorry about Nick." Jenna apologized profusely upon my return to the backyard.  "I swear, he's never gotten like that before."

"Don't worry about it." I said as I did my best to smile.  "I'll just have to buy a shit load of chlorine I guess."

That got everyone laughing and lightened the mood a bit.  We'd had several glasses of wine and all had a pleasant buzz.  I didn't want Nick's little 'Mt. Saint Helens' episode to sour our evening.

"This house is fucking awesome you guys." Jenna smiled warmly as we settled back in around the patio table.

"God, I know." Belinda ruminated.  "I can't wait 'till we move in!"

And then, it was quiet.

Really quiet.

I pulled the deck of cards out of my pocket and popped it open.  "Do you play poker Jenna?" I asked.

Belinda started laughing.  "She used to play at work parties.  She would clean house!"

"Don't exaggerate Belinda." Jenna smiled.  I began to shuffle the deck.

None of us had any cash, so for a good twenty minutes, we just played for fun.  It turns out that, if you're not betting, poker is pretty boring.  We were all trying to have a good time, but our lack of enthusiasm was beginning to show.  What happened next is just one more reason why I love Belinda so much.

"This is fucking boring." Belinda finally blurted.  Jenna and I joined her in lighthearted laughter.  "We should start betting."

"I would love to." Jenna agreed.  "But, I didn't bring any cash."

"We don't have to bet money." Belinda coyly smiled.

"Okay, so what do we bet then?" Jenna asked.

Belinda answered by grabbing the hem of Jenna's top and playfully tugging on it.  Jenna went wide eyed for a moment.  "Wa-ha...  You want to play strip poker?.. Against ME?"

"It would certainly liven up this boring ass game." Belinda said through a broad smile.  Jenna then looked over at me.  "Oh, don't worry about him." Belinda giggled.  "Just earlier tonight, he told me that he thinks you're 'smokin' hot."

My cheeks reddened as Jenna let out a deep belly laugh.  "Okay..." she went on as she grabbed the deck of cards.  "Prepare to be some naked mother fuckers!" she hooted.

The game began with Jenna dealing.  It was summer time which meant that none of us were wearing all that much to begin with.  At

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