Can a leopard change her spots?

Recently I’ve been working on a rather long post that will probably end up having to be split into multiple posts. Unfortunately, this has resulted in another lull in the blog, so I decided to do a quick post about this past weekend.

Grace and I had a friend we haven’t seen in a while come to visit us this weekend, Josie. I’ve been attracted to her for some time and we’re flirtatious with each other as friends. For various other reasons I won’t go into a relationship wouldn’t be possible at present (or ever, more than likely), but we have a strong friendship and we’re all very comfortable together and I’m more than happy with it staying that way.

During the weekend we worked on a few projects around the house that Grace and I have going, went out to eat and be social a few times. The second evening of the visit we were all sitting out in the living room talking. I was sitting next to Grace who was between me and Josie. I got up to get something from the kitchen. Grace had started a fire in the fireplace and got up to work on it. When I came back I noticed that Grace had decided to sit where I had been, leaving me the spot between her and Josie on the couch.

Trying to be as careful as possible not to take that as anything more than what it was I sat down between them and we enjoyed the fire and talked a bit more.

Josie likes to flirt by poking/tickling my side at times, and it wasn’t long before she did. When I turned to tickle her back Grace reached over and tickled my side as well. I whirled on her and within a few moments realized I had been setup for a tag-team. Not that I was complaining in the slightest. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to lose anything.

When it was all over (and I had caught my breath), we all sat back down and I started stroking Grace’s back. I leaned back and Grace snuggled into my side. And I tentatively reached out and started to stroke Josie’s back as well. She also leaned back and snuggled into my other side. Both girls now sleepily resting on my shoulders while I carassed their backs and necks.

We stayed like that for some time. Just enjoying being together. Eventually Grace and I went to bed (just the two of us ). Nothing more could have happened. Indeed it still amazes me that as much did happen. We made love quietly, deeply, for a long time.

Afterwards things remained very comfortable between all of us. And when Josie left our goodbye hugs were somehow deeper… more emotional (though perhaps that’s just my perspective).

Grace and I have talked a bit about everything since, and we’re both very happy with how everything went, and espessially how in tune we seemed to be through it all in reading how far, or not, we were willing to let things go. Which has made me feel best of all about the entire experience.