Menage - Part 3

by sloanranger

Julie got up and went and stood in the door way; she was quite tipsy. "It's beautiful after the rain isn't it," she said, taking in the water glistening on the grass and trees.

"Yeah, up here especially," Ben said. He was looking at her, thinking it wasn't just the grounds that were beautiful. She had a Leslie Caron look, he mused- small, full, rosebud mouth - dark eyes and short dark hair.

While he was admiring her she took off her shoes and went outside.

"Julie, come inside, it's wet - you'll catch cold."

"But it's not cold at all," she said. "It's lovely."

She was wearing a beige muslin shirt and a long, green skirt and she began dancing and twirling around in the moonlight. Ben said hold on and hurried inside to turn the radio up.

"He came outside and bowed: "May I have this dance?"

Julie said nothing, only curtsied and smiled as Ben took her into his arms. After a few moments, James came to the door. He stood and watched them as they danced around the overgrown lot in the moonlight. The field was bordered on two sides by a wood of evergreens and the smell of the wet trees was intoxicating, almost like Christmas, he mused.

Julie saw him standing there in the doorway with the light behind him. Laughing, she came running unsteadily over to where he stood. "Wouldn't you like to dance with me, James?" She said.

There was little he could do but smile and say: "Of course, I would."

She grabbed his hand and led him running to the open space where Ben and she were dancing. Ben made a low bow, signifying formal acquiescence. James shot a glance at Ben and took Julie into his arms.

God, she smelled good, James thought. And he hadn't noticed when they were inside, how slight she was. He could feel her small breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse as he pressed her, even lightly - to him.

Always more of an observer, James hadn't allowed himself to become as drunk as the other two. Moreover, he had conflicted feelings about the situation. He'd met Ben at a dance class given by a well known Beverly Hills instructor whose main claim to fame was once having had Bob Fosse in a few of his classes.

The two had hit it off right away. Both men were intelligent and attractive and being dancers, they were both athletic. James was quiet, the most thoughtful of the two; Ben was the easy-going extrovert and by far the funniest. He could charm a mountain lion out of a tree - and James loved him.

I wasn't that James thought himself gay though he'd had the same adolescent experiences as a lot of boys. There had been an occasional yen here and there for another male but since adulthood, he'd never acted on any of it. He'd spoken to a therapist about it and the man seemed to think it was perfectly natural.

"When you truly love any individual," the therapist had said, "it is not uncommon to have sexual thoughts or feelings about them."

But it wasn't Ben, he was thinking of now, it was Julie's hair. The side of his face was pressed into the silky brown of it and he was drinking in the scent of some wonderful smell or another.

(To be continued).