A couple went looking for a threesome and found love. In the polyamorous world, there is a special term for the third person in a relationship. She is rare, beautiful, essay about love and heartbreak hard to track down. And if you can catch her, she will bring magic into your relationship.
When we first opened things up two years ago, we both hooked up with people separately, but we were also eager to engage in our first threesome. This turned out to be a challenge. Finding an emotionally mature, sexually adventurous, bisexual woman who is also our type — a feminine Girl Next Door — is hard to do. A year passed with no progress on the threesome front. With her strawberry-blonde hair and pale, freckled skin, she was the very definition of the Girl Next Door.
How are the boys treating you? Ryan asked her while I was across the room. But the girls — I’ve had a lot of fun with girls. That’s when he remembered: Kara is queer. So, what do you think of my girlfriend?
Kara put her finger to her lips, smiled enigmatically, and spun away to dance. Ryan immediately found me to relay this intriguing interaction. An hour later, on the dance floor, I felt female arms wrap around my waist. It felt too good to be true — like a skittish cat had finally crawled into my lap. I didn’t turn around, but relaxed into Kara’s hold. Finally, she spun me around and entwined her fingers in mine.
I looked right into her big, blue eyes and she stared back, taunting me. I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t go through with it. The next day, she sent us both a Facebook message. I had such a happy time seeing and dancing with you two yesterday! Ryan and I practically squealed when we saw the message. Within the week, we invited Kara out to see our friends play a gig in Brooklyn.
By the end of the night, we were all making out, right in front of the stage — and then running out the door, holding hands, to catch a cab to our apartment. As soon as we got in the door, Kara dragged me to the bedroom and crawled on top of me, giggling. Ryan joined in and all of us were together, joyfully exploring each other and marveling at what we had found. After that one heady night, Ryan and I started inviting Kara out with us every couple of weeks.
We went to parties, had picnics, or cooked dinner at our apartment. My friends thought it must be complicated, having a third. But at the time, it was easy. Kara’s a free spirit and was remarkably relaxed about our arrangement. She respected that Ryan and I put each other first. And we were loose with her, too. When we took her to a sex party, we were proud of how easily she met and hooked up with a guy.