The following morning, we all sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Christina sat on my lap as we shared a plate of breakfast. There are times when I’m sitting alone when I get a feeling that I can best describe as forgetting to do something or as though I were falling. Then I realize it’s because no one is sitting in my lap.
A tinge of guilt slightly shaded my love for Christina because I also love her daughter, Clarissa. Without the three of us knowing, our love triangle was losing its shape to forces unknown. How do we reconcile this? What is the relationship the three of us have? If I ask Christina to marry me, how will it affect Clarissa and I? If I marry Clarissa, how will it go with Christina? Can I, should I marry Clarissa? Is marriage even an option? We’re in love with each other, how do we keep this going?
“Something wrong,” asked Christina? She could sense my unease through our body contact. My hand had also stopped half way to my mouth with a fork full of food.
“No,” I replied, “just day dreaming,” I said in a poor attempt to cover up. A very poor attempt. It had slipped my mind as to how close we’ve become. Without an exchange of words, we all knew the question rolling in our minds. What are we? Christina put down her fork and hugged me, a comfort for the both of us. From the other end of the table Clarissa sensed all this and came over to our side of the table. She hugged the both of us burying her head into my neck.
My brainwaves are bringing us down. Let’s get out of this funk. “Hey, you need a graduation gift.”
“I do,” asked Clarissa When she lifted her head? When she lifted her head, I could see she was holding back tears.
“Yes, you do,” said Christina. “You are going to start at the university this fall. And you just graduated from community college. I think a graduation gift is in order.” Christina smiled into my eyes at the thought.
“Well I didn’t really graduate. I pretty much just transferred all my credits to the university. When I finish my bachelors, then I’ll have graduated.”
“Sorry, I didn’t understand any of that,” I said having fun with Clarissa. She playfully slapped me in the arm. “What if I take you two shopping?”
“Shopping,” they both said at the same time?
I was a bit confused, not to be sexist, but how could they not want to go shopping? “Yeah, I’ll get you two some new outfits or something. And, Clarissa, if you want, we’ll stop by the adult store,” I playfully pinched her nipple, eliciting a laugh.
“Hhhmm…,” wheels were turning in her sexually devious mind. “Okay.”
Christina jumped from my lap and said, “Sounds like fun. Let’s get this all cleaned up, then dressed and we’ll paint the town red!”
I dressed in my normal jeans, button up shirt and baseball hat. Christina wore jeans shorts, showing a beautiful amount of leg. Low top Chucks on her feet without socks and a black halter top. She also wore a baseball cap like myself with her ponytail through the gap in the back. Clarissa had leather sandals on her petite feet. Khaki shorts, also showing as much leg as she could. A tight purple shirt, with a T-rex on it and a pearl colored hair band over the top of her head. I see them so often naked that seeing them in shorts really accentuated their skinny brown legs. It was tempting to lose myself running my hands up and down their beautiful form.