Three’s Company

The address on the text took you to the front door of a small, one story house in a trendy neighbourhood. Whatever apprehension Jasmine had shown the previous day about you coming to her house must have been resolved. Maybe she had found a way to get her wife out of the house, or maybe they had already broken up. That wasn’t something you were proud of. In fact, a part of you still wanted to walk away from this whole thing. Who wanted to be known as the guy who ruined someone else’s marriage?

But when those thoughts started to bubble up, the memory of Jasmine, beautiful Jasmine, sitting across from you, professing her love to you… It all seemed real. Very real. Did you have it in your to break her heart?

No. You didn’t. While she may be head-over-heals for you, there was still a substantial crush for her housed in your heart. And she had made such a sacrifice to be with you, not only her marriage, but also her sexual orientation. Maybe it was only fair to see where this thing was going.

You rang the bell and waited. It was six o’clock on the button. The text had been clear: you were to pick her up at six, you were to dress comfortably. And comfortable you were. Jeans, sneakers, t-shirt, you couldn’t get more comfortable than that.

The deadbolt made a sound, then the door swung open.

Standing before you was a goddess. Jasmine was wearing a short, light blue skirt, a halter top with a darker hue, and a pair of high heeled sandals. Her eyes locked on yours with a look of pure elation.

“John!” She said with an excited sigh, stepped out to you, and pressed her lips against yours in a perfect sequel to your goodnight kiss from the evening before.

It took a minute to catch your breath once she released you, but once you did, “I could get used to that,” you said, then held out the bouquet you flowers you picked up at the market on the way over.

“I hope you do,” she said with a smirk, “and these are beautiful. You really didn’t have to! Come in and I’ll put these in some water.”

You stepped inside the house. It was clean and organized. The entrance-way opened up into the living room and dining room, and to the left you could see the kitchen. Jasmine was at the sink filling a vase with water.

“I thought you said to dress comfortable,” you said with a smile, admiring what your date was wearing.

“I did,” she said, turning off the tap, “I never said how I’d be dressed, though. And how do you know I’m not comfortable in this, mister?”

You laughed. Jasmine was so perfect. All the years when you had watched her from afar, her icy demeanour chasing away any ambition you might have to approach her. Now to discover that this wonderful, warm, charming person was hidden underneath amazed you.

“So what’s the big secret?” You ask, leaning against the countertop next to her, “what are we doing tonight?”

“Those are two different questions, and I’ll answer the first one first,” she put the flowers in the vase and came to stand in front of you, taking your hands in hers.

“No matter what you choose, I want you to know that I love you, and I will respect your wishes.”

“Choose?” You asked, starting to feel a bit nervous.

“Yes, this is your choice,” she said in a very serious tone, “After our date last night, I came home realized that I had something I could give you. I don’t want you to feel pressured, but I loved it very much, and I hope you could love it too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can come in now,” she shouted over her shoulder.

Out from the hallway off the living room walked a vision. She was tall, lean, had buzzed hair, and was gorgeous. Her body was squeezed into a green minidress, and she walked like a tiger on prowl toward you on a pair of green high heeled shoes. Her face was done up like a runway model. Her green eyes were striking, staring at you hungrily, imploring, waiting for an answer to a question that had yet to be asked.

“John,” Jasmine said, letting go of your hands and turning toward the woman, “this is my wife, Kami, and she has something to say to you.”

Even through the layers of makeup you could see her begin to blush, but she held resolve in her expression too. She knew what she wanted.

“John, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kami said, taking hold of the hands that Jasmine had been holding a few seconds before, “I’ve never said this to a man before, but I love you.”

Then she threw herself at you with passionate abandon, kissing you, touching you, holding you. It didn’t last long, but soon you found yourself with Kami’s arms wrapped around you, her head resting on your chest, panting.

Jasmine was smiling and watching the two of you hug. Her big brown eyes, though, were curious, looking for an answer.

“I don’t understand,” you said to the librarian, “you mean you want me and her…”

“And me,” she interrupted, “I love you too, John, so don’t leave me out of it.”

“Okay, so you and me and her,” you said slowly, “like is this a way to keep your marriage…”

“No,” they both cut you off at the same time. Kami looked up at you and continued on her own, “that’s our old lives. That’s from before we knew you. I can’t be married to someone else when I know that you are my one true love. It would be perverse!”

“So the both of you, then,” you were having a hard time following. This whole setup was too far from reality, “both of you. With me. But you’re gay!”

“Totally gay,” Kami smirked and Jasmine giggled, “we can’t change that, John, I’m sorry. We’ll always be gay. But you,” she squeezed you again, “are so much more than that. So much bigger. If you’ll have me, I promise I’ll make you happy, every day.”

“This is a lot,” you said, “like, a lot.”

“You don’t have to decide now,” Jasmine said, “besides, we still have our date to go on! Would you mind if Kami came along? It would give you the chance to get to know her. She is a wonderful person, John, and I can’t imagine a better person for her than you.”

“Okay,” you said with apprehension, “all three of us then. You are in charge tonight, after all. So, what are we doing?”