A Day at the Museum

Nothing went wrong.

This wasn’t a date, so you acquiesced to the girls when they said they wouldn’t let you buy them their tickets - from now on, all outings as the three of you, you were going dutch. That was the new rule.

Inside the museum, it became obvious quickly that Gemma was enjoying herself the most, but Sabrina had the most art knowledge. It turned out that Sabrina’s twin sister was an Art History major who wanted to be a Gallery Director, or at least work to become one when she graduated school. All that time in high school with her twin had led to an osmosis of information between the two of them, so even though Sabrina didn’t have a fascination with art, she could at least give you and Gemma a half-decent, Coles Notes version on styles and mediums, and the bullshit art-splanations of why an empty, half open can of beans on a white pedestal was ‘art.’

Gemma, it turned out, loved to be a tourist. Watching her beam at every new room you entered, her eyes alight with the possibility of being surprised, was like walking through the museum with a kid. Her excitement was catching, and you found yourself not needing to be pulled along, but rather keeping up with her eagerly. Sure, you didn’t ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aah’ as much as she did, but you enjoyed watching her enjoy herself.

The three of you cycled through about half of the museum by the time you were all getting hungry, so you stepped outside and checked your apps to find nearby food trucks - it turned out the Taco Truck that you and Gemma had eaten at in the park for your first date was nearby. Teasing about eating Vegan tacos again sprung up, and then pivoted into dirtier jokes about how much you seemed to like eating tacos.

You ate outside, enjoying the Sunday afternoon as you three found a little green space area next to the museum to have your mini taco picnic. Sabrina looked like she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she tried, and Gemma was getting into a teasing match with you that ended up with her trying to tickle you, failing, and you tickling her back. You ended up on top of her, and she threw her arms around your neck and started kissing you.

“Hey, no fair,” Sabrina said.

“What, you want some too?” Gemma asked.

“Um, duh,” Sabrina giggled.

You made sure to give Sabrina as many kisses as you did Gemma.

Another hour and a half in the museum had the three of you starting to burn out on energy. Even Gemma had lost most of that spark, and the three of you agreed to abandon the last area. Back outside again, on the steps of the Museum, Sabrina sighed and checked her phone.

“I think I need to call it a day here,” she said. “I should really get back to my place and do some editing of the stuff we filmed yesterday.”

“Alright,” you said, slipping your arm from hers and hugging her to you. “There probably isn’t anything I can do to help with that, is there?”

“Nope,” Sabrina said, shaking her head. “That’s definitely a one-woman job. Plus you already helped more than enough making the content.”

“Well, I just want to say I had a lot of fun today. All of today,” Gemma said. “I don’t get this whole thing between us, but after this morning and then this afternoon I feel like- This sounds weird in my head, but fuck it. I feel like you two are as close to me as family. We’re sharing these weird, super intimate experiences and then doing regular stuff and it’s all just so easy. John, I love you. Sabrina, I still can’t quite believe I’m saying this, but I’m happy to be in love with the same person as you.”

Sabrina blushed. “I feel the same way.” She reached over and took Gemma’s hand in hers, squeezing it for a moment.

“Well, I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky,” you said. “I love you both.”

A group hug ensued, and it felt good holding the two of them in your arms.

Eventually you had to split up, and you and Gemma waited for Sabrina’s uber to show up. Gemma was still holding your hand when you pulled Sabrina close and kissed her goodbye.

“See you tomorrow, and love you to bits,” you said.

She was smiling, her eyes big as she gave you another little peck. “Can’t wait,” she said, and you helped her into the car and shut the door. The driver hadn’t even looked up, and you had to wonder what he would have thought about the scene that played out just outside his car.

You stepped back and the car pulled away from the curb, leaving you and Gemma on the sidewalk. Turning to her, you pulled her in close to you again by the hips and kissed her as well. “Do you have a curfew as well?” you asked.

“No,” she smiled. “Well, sort of. I should probably spend the night at my place. What is it you Americans say - I can play until the streetlights come on?”

You snorted and gave her a peck on the lips. “That’s for kids in the suburbs,” you said.

“OK, maybe a little later than that,” Gemma smiled.

You were both dealing with sore feet after a long set of hours walking through the mall, so you decided to find a cafe to sit and chat. A quick GoogleMaps search found one a block and a half away, so you walked there hand in hand and a weary-looking waitress directed you to pick a table. The place wasn’t exactly dead, but it was late on a Sunday afternoon so the two of you were able to pick a little table in a far corner away from most people.

Once you were sat down and the waitress had brought you both coffee, Gemma leaned forward and smelled the brew, then opened her eyes and smiled at you. “Thanks for today,” she said.

“What do you mean?” you asked. “I should be thanking you - we’re dating, and you’re accepting this whole weird thing we’re doing. I’m-”

“Love,” she interrupted you, reaching across the table and taking your hand. “You’re thinking too much. I had a lot of fun. Thank you.”

You sighed and smiled. “You’re welcome, love.”

She snickered and shook her head. “You’re still not saying it right.”

“I know,” you grinned.

You talked for hours in that little cafe, at one point feeling a light deja vu about your dinner with Sabrina the night before. The conversation was easy, there wasn’t an ounce of tension - sexual or otherwise - between you and Gemma because you both just knew.

As evening set in fully, and the street lamps came on, you decided to escort Gemma home and the two of you paid up for your coffees and light snacks. Your conversation continued in the uber, and you walked her to her apartment building door and gave her a soft, sweet kiss good night. She hesitated, and you knew she was thinking about asking you up. And you wanted to, but this one felt right.

“I love you, Gemma,” you said. She was up one step from you, the height difference between you putting her eye to eye with you. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Me too,” she smiled and kissed you again. “Goodbye for now, love.”

Amazingly, the uber driver hadn’t driven away yet, so you were able to order up another ride quickly. Alone in the back of the car, you just shook your head in amazement.

This summer was turning out to be fucking amazing.

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