“Crete” – Chapter 2:- “Anklet”

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I know recaps can be boring, but they do let new readers into our story as well as refresh our memories on what has gone on so far. That means my orange journal is out again, to reinvigorate my memory as to what has happened since Clare came into my and Sarah’s lives.First a brief introduction, I am David, nearly twenty-three, and so I am told, good-looking. Though, perhaps I am a little more arrogant than what is good for me. At six feet one inch, I am tall with short dark brown hair that has a parting on the left-hand side. My eyes are green and to complete my face, I have a small dimple on each cheek; it is a feature which girls often remark about.I am also lucky to have a well-toned athletic body which came from all the sports I used to play, though these had now largely been given up, just like my friends. That was done so I could find more time to be with both of my girlfriends.Yes, I have two beautiful girlfriends, Sarah and Clare. You would think I would be happy, and I am, but it is also sometimes hard. It is not just the fact that I have given up my friends and sport to be with my two girls, it is more than that. I am actually struggling to adjust as my new life comes with secrets and new emotions. It is a new way of life with the hard reality that I am now having to share the one thing l love the most; my two girlfriends.The reason I do this? I want to reach out and possibly touch a distant future utopia, one which we as a three are currently in a process of finding. It is a life where we all live together, with no secrets, as a three.  But… having two gorgeous girlfriends comes with conditions, rules and one big secret. It is these things that make it hard for me… I need to adjust, be more caring and perhaps not be the alpha male I once thought I was.Before I make a brief recap of our somewhat complicated story; I have to state this is the foreword chapter to Book 3 – 1987 – “Crete.” It is a book that takes a detour from home life and covers the holiday which Sarah and I had on the island.In Book 1 – 1987 – “The Alpha Man in Me,” we describe how we all met and then got together as a three. Yes, it is all about me wanting to have two beautiful girlfriends.In Book 2 – 1987 – “Bonding,” we established how our budding three-way relationship can work and we all started to adapt and find the way forward.   ***** So to the story recap…Almost seven months ago, I got together with Sarah, a very beautiful, blue-eyed blonde. At the time, she had just turned eighteen and I have to say, Sarah was my first true girlfriend. I can also honestly state we were good for one another, meeting at exactly the right time in both our lives.Our love grew without me realising it, mainly due to my lack of relationship experience or, as Sarah would say, all-around maturity!Though I had previous sexual experiences with girls, I had never had a serious adult relationship with one until Sarah. It was my own fault, as I just never felt confident with, or even understood, women. I always wondered if that was because I never had any sisters.When it came to the opposite sex, sikiş izle I am normally attracted towards slutty women, yes easy lays and then, normally only when fuelled by alcohol. I just needed something to make me take that step, to show I was interested. The strange thing was, in all other areas of life, I was confident, sometimes even brash.There was one exception to my slutty rule. She was a ginger-haired Scottish girl called Kirsty. We had a week-long holiday fling at the age of eighteen. I had never quite forgotten her as maybe she was my first love, but that was now over four years ago… and a distant, but happy, memory.Before Sarah, my emotional and physical release came on the sports field or working as the engineering manager for a small start-up manufacturing company. It was a great job, with lots of potential and perhaps you could call it my third love… after my two girlfriends.However, the Sarah I met last February was not the normal type of girl I was attracted to. She was shy, quiet, and dressed very conservatively and demurely. But she was also beautiful, actually exceedingly beautiful, both inside and out.Her childhood best friend, Lisa, had introduced Sarah to me, but the introduction came with a warning. Sarah was delicate, and I had no idea what that meant until Lisa told me a little more.She warned me that Sarah was recovering from a nasty breakup with her previous and only boyfriend after a pregnancy scare. But somewhat cryptically, Lisa also told me that the true Sarah was not the girl I saw then. That she was more like her, the sluttiest girl in their village, but I just didn’t understand…How could I?I had no relationship experience. I saw it as it was. Sarah was shy, quiet, and safe. Not slutty, exciting and risky… like I silently wished for.But there were signs and hints behind Sarah’s outward safe fascia.She liked sex and often instigated it. She knew how to give head and was good at it. Then there were the other hints that simply washed over me, like she liked the idea of skinny dipping, and preferred the doggy position even though we had never had sex in that way. She even once dropped a subtle hint, therefore lost on me, that she would like me to cum all over her.We were together most days, but I just didn’t realise that Sarah had fallen in love with me and had picked up on the fact that I was becoming restless. She knew she had to change and come out of her shell and be more like her old self… It was someone I didn’t know existed!It was what she wanted to do, but she needed time… time to heal and repair mentally, time to get over her old boyfriend, the pregnancy scare and the unseen to me emotional scar that it had left deep within Sarah. Unknown to me, it had torn her family and their friends apart.I didn’t know anything about this until later… after I had met and slept with Clare.With Sarah’s blessing, I went on a stag do to Majorca and things changed. Everything seemed to change as I met Clare. Though equally beautiful, in many other ways, she seemed the polar opposite of Sarah. Clare was new and exciting… and, brazzers above all, slutty!  Clare was a girl I had briefly met on a beach four years before. Then she was only fourteen, but we had talked and remembered one another. It was by complete chance; we met again in Majorca, where we found out there was a connection and an instant attraction between us.Now eighteen, Clare was a stunning woman, with unique, long natural multi-colour hair, brown, red and blonde. It was a colour mixture that went back to her Celtic ancestry. Her beautiful looks were complimented with brown eyes, long legs and a shapely, sexy figure, but it was more than just that!Clare was the sort of girl that naturally attracted me. She showed plenty of her hot, sexy body and acted slutty. I just knew, from the moment we met and reconnected, there was only one place we were heading and that was Clare’s bed. What followed was two nights of hot and slightly kinky sex. It was the sort of intercourse with a new partner that you will never forget. I soon realised that I wanted Clare and not only when we were in Majorca.On that short holiday, Sarah had been all but forgotten as I cheated on her with Clare. It was something I thought I never would do, as I hated cheating, but now I was very guilty of it. The best I could do to justify my actions was an irrational thought, that I had met Clare before I met Sarah, and perhaps that meant… the cheating didn’t count!I just didn’t understand it. Clare was special, and there was something different about her from all the other women that I had met before, including I thought Sarah.Was it love?  At the time, I was not sure. Clare thought it was lust, but I wasn’t sure about that either. It was more than that. All I knew, it was something new.In Majorca, it wasn’t just me doing the cheating, Clare was too. She had a long-term boyfriend, Alan, but for Clare, cheating was nothing new. That is what she did. It was her norm, and I found out later that I was her second new sexual partner in the few days she had been on holiday.I might not like cheating, but I liked the fact that Clare was slutty, free-willed, showed skin, and above all, was now fucking me. With the new knowledge that Clare now lived locally to me, I just knew I wanted to see her again.We made arrangements to meet again as soon as we were both back in England. That was my second night back. In Majorca, we had not talked about ourselves. I needed to know more about Clare. I even wondered if she was the one for me.But things changed or perhaps they were already there and I was too dense, too immature, to see them!On my return, as soon as I saw Sarah, it hit me. I had feelings for her and it was not just the guilt I was carrying. Yes, I had cheated on her, but those new feelings I had were something more, a lot more… I grasped for the first time that I was in love with Sarah.In a flood of emotions, I realised Sarah was also in love with me and she could sense that something had happened in Majorca. I didn’t deny it, but I juggled the truth and was far from being fake taxi porno completely open with her.I had to, as I didn’t want to lose Sarah!It was not just the mixture of emotions raging inside me that made me economical with the truth. It was something else. That was a little voice, from the alpha man within me, and it kept telling me I could have them both… two girlfriends!Sarah had changed in those few days away. She had taken time to go shopping and buy some more revealing clothes. Then, on my return, we had our first sex outside my car, which turned into a new and exciting type of sex. She wanted to sexually experiment with me. I had no idea before, and there was more, and this was even more important…Sarah opened up to me and told me her biggest secret, about Jerry. He was her old boyfriend who I knew nothing about; not even his name. It turned out he was actually an older married man and a friend of the family. She explained how she lost her virginity to him and then had eighteen months of often risky sex that culminated in her getting pregnant, depressed and ultimately losing the baby.As Sarah told me her backstory and my heart just melted into hers and with it, my emotional jigsaw pieces fell into place. I realised how much I loved Sarah. That I didn’t want to lose her and, above all, that she loved me, though at the time she had never used those words. As that realisation hit me, it made me aware that if I had known before Majorca or even if Sarah had used the L-word; Clare may never have happened, but now it was too late…Clare was here, and I knew I was already in love with her and I wasn’t going to give her up.Losing the baby still haunts Sarah. It was not her choice and her family will not tell her exactly what happened. All she knows is that when she woke up in a hospital, the baby was gone. Like Jerry. His wife had now separated from him and it was for these reasons Sarah was delicate, but having me, even the cheating me, had helped her recover.Sarah and I went through a couple of weeks where, for the first time, we started to open our hearts to each other. It was a time full of emotion.I didn’t want to stop seeing Clare, and I wasn’t going to give Sarah up. I tried to stay focused on keeping my sights on having two girlfriends.It was during a fantastic evening out together at a local fish restaurant that I first noticed a change in Sarah. She first dressed in a revealing purple dress, then teased and flashed our waiter. Then later, she posed naked for me in a nude photo shoot, where I took an iconic photograph of her standing fully naked under an orange security light. It was the best photo I had ever taken.Then afterwards, things got a little wild as Sarah let me take erotic photos of her in explicit positions, followed by outdoor sex over my car bonnet. This was a new Sarah, and it was someone who was better suited to me.  She told me it was time to come out and be more herself and to put the past behind her. To me, that night represented Sarah’s second sexual awakening and the first night of my new, improved girlfriend.I had already told Sarah about Clare and the fact I wanted to see both girls and Sarah reluctantly agreed. But on one important condition, that she was girlfriend number one and most importantly, to her family, Clare did not exist outside of being a friend.

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