"Wow, who are the super foxes?" the kid asked taking a seat beside me at the bar. It was a good place from which to watch the dancers.

"I see foxes everywhere," I said raising my voice to be heard over the music. I knew exactly which foxes he was talking about. "Which ones are you talking about?" I asked anyway.

"There ain't but two that fit in the super fox category," he asserted. I had to agree with him. The red head and the blonde and they both were mine. I suppose I should explain that...

 

***

 

I'll be the first to admit that it is an unusual relationship. Elaine Gordon, Danielle Shaw, and me, Jack Rogers became friends when we were in the first grade. We all lived on the same street in a medium income neighborhood in a small town named Collegedale.

Elaine's name got shortened to Lane, Danielle was Danni for a while, but got changed to Red because of her fiery red hair. My name stayed Jack, except for the times when Red or Lane called me something nasty, which was fairly often.

As the only male, I considered myself the leader of the group. I was the only one to have that illusion and I didn't keep it very long. Lane was the undisputed leader by the time we reached the age of ten. She became leader by simply wearing Red and me down until we surrendered.

Some called us the three Mouseketeers, but Lane or Red usually corrected them saying it was two mouseketeers and one rat.

Looking back on it there was nothing except the fact we lived in the same neighborhood to place us together and absolutely nothing to keep us together, yet we stayed tight all through the education process. We even went to the same community college after Lane got kicked out of some Ivy League school.

After Red and I acknowledged Lane as leader, it was Lane who led us to smoke the first cigarette, taste beer and wine for the first time and into all the other vices available to us at the time.

It was Red and Lane who showed me the difference in boys and girls and I who showed them the boy thing. I closely examined their tiny smooth slits and they in turn played with my pee-pee. The novelty of our physical differences was something that held our attention for only a short while, and was soon forgotten. We moved on to other things for a time.

The three of us were as different as night and day. Lane was the brain, Red was the popular one, and I was the jock. That started long before high school and continued through college. Three completely different and unlikely friends.

All during high school, I was the fallback date for important events such as proms and other lesser events. Usually it was Lane that I was required to escort because her keen mind and sharp wit scared most boys away.

The only times we were not together was when I went on active duty, when Lane got married for the only time and Red's brief marriages. Even during times when we were required to be apart, we still stayed in close contact. When I was away, I wrote to Lane and Red more than I did my parents.

Even from the very beginning, it wasn't all smooth sailing. Two feisty girls and one boy is a receipt for trouble anytime and anywhere. Disagreements rent us asunder at least once a week for many years, but we always quickly made up. It was as if none of us could stand for the others to be mad at us. It was always a two against one spat and not always divided by gender. Of course, it got somewhat smoother after we stopped competing for leadership.

By the time we got to high school and Lane had whipped Red and I into submission, it was almost always easy going. When we started dating, there was never any jealousy. Okay, some, but not much.

Because none of our parents could afford to buy us a car, we pooled our meager earnings and savings and bought Lane a car. Red and I never even hesitated in acknowledging that the vehicle we bought was Lane's car because it made no difference. What belonged to any of us belonged to all of us. Lane either drove us to where we wanted to go or loaned us the car.

"Our" car was not a thing of beauty. In fact, it was a fifteen-year-old piece of shit. Red's father was a mechanic and he was able to keep it going for us. We kept that old car until the fall before our senior year of high school. That summer all three of us worked in the bean fields picking a million tons of green beans to buy Lane a newer, better mode of transportation. Again, the ownership wasn't something that needed to be discussed.

Whoever said, "love is easy, it's sex that makes it hard", knew what they were talking about. Lane became incensed when she found out that Red was sexually active, but she was livid when she discovered that Red and I had engaged in sex with each other.

I could understand her aggravation to some degree. She was, after all, the leader and she had not led us to that. Lane called a meeting on the same day she found out about it.

"I have to say I'm very pissed," Lane said. We were at our usual warm-weather meeting place. It was on the banks of Crimson Lake at a picnic spot. "When Janie Moss told me that you two had done it, I told her she was a liar. Then I heard it from two other sources. How could you do this to me?"

"I'm sorry, Lanie," Red said. "It wasn't something planned. It just happened."

What Red told Lane was true enough, but she forgot to mention it "just" happened several times since the first time it just happened.

 

***

 

The first time was when I was driving Lane's car and I picked Red up after cheerleading practice. She was mad about something that happened that day and when I got her home, I tried to comfort her. We were on the sofa in her parents' house. They were both at work and her brother was off somewhere, so we were alone.

I'm not sure who initiated the first kiss. I think it may have been me, but it could have been Red. Not that it mattered who started because it soon evolved into a full-blown heavy breathing make-out.

As a senior in high school, I was no stranger to the girls. I had been around the block a few times. Okay, that's a crock of shit. I had made-out a few times. I had managed to get my finger in a couple of pussies and get a boob out of a bra a few times. It was that afternoon when I first saw a completely naked female. Red's big beautiful tits and her bushy pussy were a feast for my eyes.

Red was naked, hot, lush, and damned beautiful and I was on her like stink on a turd. I had a good time, but Red didn't. Not at first. She scolded me until I did it right. It became obvious that I was not Red's first lover because she knew things. A lot of things and she was willing to teach them to me.

For the next three weeks, Red taught her willing and eager student. I don't know how we managed to get away from Lane long enough, but we managed somehow.

How did Lane find out about Red and me? Okay, I was young and stupid. I was getting some pussy and there was no way I couldn't brag about it to my buddies. I didn't tell them who I was fucking, but after a few people saw Red and I huddled together after school they figured it out. What I didn't know was that Red was doing some bragging, too. That came out at the lake that day.

 

***

"Okay!" Lane yelled to stop Red's gushing confession. "How long has this fornicating been going on?" I was willing to let Red continue with "our" confession.

"Just a few weeks, Lanie," a crying Red said. Lane demanded to know the exact number of time Red and I fucked.

"Well, you can't count the first time," Red sniffed and began to name the times and places.

"Why shouldn't we count the first time?" Lane asked. I was also curious as to why that one wasn't counted.

"Because Jack didn't have a clue to what he was doing," Red answered. "I had to show him everything." Well, I thought that was a bit harsh, but I kept quiet. Lane had calmed down and didn't appear to be as angry as she had been.

Lane looked hard at us for a few moments then walked off kicking a beer can and tossing a few rocks into the lake. She spent some time looking at the water.

"Okay," she said returning to where Red and I waited by the picnic table. "I can see how that happened. I gave you assholes too much time alone so it's partly my fault. Did you practice safe sex? I mean there's not a little asshole in the oven is there?" We assured our leader that we had been careful. We had been careful except for that first unplanned time.

"I usually let Jack finish in my mouth," Red told Lane. "At least now that I have him where he can control it better. Even still we always use a rubber, don't we, Jack?" I quickly agreed that we were the safest two fuckers on the planet.

"Okay," Lane said. "So you two have fucked about ten times. Is that right? "I thought it was a few more times, but I didn't know for sure. Red said it was exactly ten times. "Okay then, you two morons will discontinue fucking until Jack and I have done it ten times. Eleven, if we don't count the first time. Is that clear?"

For some odd reason that made perfect sense to us. Lane directed us to load up and she drove us back to town. We dropped Red off at her house and Lane took me to her house and fucked me until my eyes crossed.

"Okay, Jack, my boy," A completely exhausted and immensely satisfied Lane said. "We'll have to count that one. Red did a pretty good job of teaching you the ropes." I never inquired where she learned. I knew Lane wasn't a virgin within a few minutes of banging our bodies together.

I couldn't help but compare Red's lush body to Lanes, tighter more petit body. Red had big boobs and Lane had smaller tits with huge puffy nipples. I couldn't detect any difference in their pussy. Both were tight and hot. Both went at sex the same way; hot and furious.

I joined the National Guard while in high school to make a few extra bucks. During the first summer camp with the guard, Lane drove me to the transportation center and cried when I got on the bus. That was the first time I was apart from Lane and Red for more than a few days. That was a long two weeks.

After Lane announced we were even with the fucking, it stayed fairly even all the rest of that school year and through college. I was well aware that both Lane and Red dated other boys, but I didn't date much because I had no reason to look for other relationships. Lane and Red kept me well satisfied and if you think it's easy taking care of two women, you haven't tried it.

At first, it would be either Lane and me or Red and me. The threesomes started our first year of college when Red returned from her Ivy League school.

"What happened?" Lane asked Red when she showed up midyear. "You had a scholarship." Lane also had offers from several larger colleges, but couldn't get away from her family. Her Mother got sick and she had to stay close to help take care of the younger children.

"I fucked up," Red said with a grin. "I mean I literally fucked up. I tried to swap some pussy for a better grade and that old queer told on me. That was when they found out I had been successful with a couple of other professors. They send four of us packing and here I am. I'm here and I'm horny."

"The best I can offer you is you can watch Jack and me and use my dildo," Lane told our friend. That's how it started, but the status did not remain quo for very long.

Lane and I took Red to have beer and pizza and after that, we went back to Lane's house where she and I started fooling around. Red was content to watch us for a while, but she quickly got bored and jumped into our sex play.

The three of us entered into a two girl one guy threesome as if we had spent years doing it. It was the first time I got to see two girls engage in sex. I found out a bit later it was not their first time playing with each other.

"Welcome back, bitch," Lane said shoving her pussy down on Red's face while I rammed my cock in Red's cunt.

"Thank you, whore," was Red's muffled reply.

I couldn't have been happier. Things were back to where they should have been and even better. During our third year of college Lane's mother passed away, but by that time, the other children were old enough to care of themselves. Red landed a pretty good part time job as a hostess at an upscale restaurant. I worked as a delivery truck driver after school and during the summer. Lane was working for a small accounting firm as office manager. Lane didn't start out as manager, but it didn't take long before she had taken over.

Because we all were making good money, we elected to rent an apartment closer to school. That move was easy because we spent most of our time together anyway.

Red made acceptable grades, I managed to scrape by, but Lane stayed on the dean's list all four years and graduated with honors. Since the community college didn't have an athletic department I played semi pro football and baseball. That brought in a few extra bucks.

The arrival of graduation came suddenly for me. All of a sudden, it was there, and we were all through with our higher education.

Just as suddenly, my Army guard unit was called-up for active duty and my beautiful world came crashing down.