JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA" - Sex Stories

JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA"

Intro: Belinda and I started dating in high school. During the summer after our freshman year of college, a game of truth or dare paved the way to a threesome between Belinda, me 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. A year and a half later, despite the fact that Marcella had gotten engaged, the three of us spent another evening together. A few months after that, Belinda and I broke up. Five years later, the three of us all happened to attend the same wedding. Belinda was seeing someone new. I was involved with a girl named Amanda. Marcella was in the process of getting divorced from her husband John (no relation). During the weekend of the wedding, the three of us spent some time together and came to the ultimate conclusion that during that summer eight years earlier, we had all fallen in love with each other. After several more erotic experiences during that weekend, we decided that we would all leave our significant others and move in together. Belinda and I headed back to Florida. Marcella still had to finish up her divorce before she could pack up her things and join us in the sunshine state. JOURNAL-001: “WAITING FOR MARCELLA” MARCH 2007 My flight home was one day before Belinda's. Sitting on the plane, I closed my eyes and thought about how happy I was. I had finally found love with not only one, but two beautiful women. I was 27 years old. As I collected my ...

... baggage, I felt like a heel. My soon to be ex, Amanda was sitting in her car outside. There she was, picking me up from the airport, and the only news of my trip I had to share with her was the fact that I'd slept with my high school sweetheart... And her best friend Marcella... And another girl named Hillary... I strolled out of the baggage claim into the warm Florida air and tried to convince myself that I wasn't an asshole. Amanda exited her car and greeted me on the sidewalk with a strong hug and a kiss. I had always been honest with Amanda. She was a beautiful, sweet girl. Rather than drawing it out, I decided to tell her everything during the ride home. It was a long drive from the airport to my little garage apartment. Amanda lived in the apartment next door to mine. There was no doubt that we would see each other almost every day after this. I also knew that Belinda had to move out of her boyfriend's house. The plan was for her to move in with me until we could get a bigger place together. I knew that one day soon, Amanda and Belinda would meet. I told Amanda everything, as I always had. She cried some, but told me that she was glad that I was honest with her. I told her I never meant to hurt her. I knew it would be awkward for a while. We still lived next door to one another, after all. The next afternoon, I found myself back at the airport, only this time, I was there to pick up Belinda. It had only been one day since we had seen one another, but as soon as I held ...