An Old Story 
Lovable furfaced troublemaker. 

16 Apr 10:33 pm 
The taxes are done.  Those of you in California, I feel bad for you that you have to go through this again next year.  Last year was my last as a CA resident.  There are many wonderful things about living there, but doing your taxes ain't one of em. 
    At least they didn't gouge me the way Mississippi did one year.  I filed in MS as a resident married to a Colorado resident who earned no wages in Mississippi.  The way they insisted I measure my ratio of income earned to his and what kind of exemption we qualified for and so on, it turned out they were indirectly taxing his income.  The exemption for a MS resident  married to a non-MS resident, if I remember correctly, did not equal half of the exemption of two married MS residents filing jointly.  Oh hell, I can't remember the details, but I remember feeling very cheated, because out of curiosity I did the form again but as though he were a MS resident and we were filing separately, and found out his nonresidency resulted in my being stuck with enormously higher taxes. 
    Whoever linked to my site, thanks.  The counter has been spiking like crazy.  My daily count is in the double digits!  Hehe. 
    I have barely surfaced for air past three days, working on a site which got scrapped today about noon.  The look just isn't what the client wants. so it's back to square one.  Tonight, for just a little while, I relax. 
    Someone asked me a couple weeks ago to tell about my polyamorous relationships, so I told him all about the Four Seasons thing last fall and early winter, but it wasn't until I went to bed that night that I remembered something nearly forgotten from the first time I went to college. 
    The school was just about an hour from home, but all through twisty roads, and I stayed on campus, and made some wild friends.  I managed to party much of the time and still get A's; the classes weren't all that rough and I am naturally an enthusiastic student.  My roommate was friends with these other two girls who had been going to this school, a two-year school, mind you, for three or four years.  I forget why.  We can call the roomie Amy, and her friends Beth and Cathy.  Ok, here is where it's a little complex.  Beth's brother, uh Bubba (hey I am not so good at this) and her very best friend in all the world Danny, were part of this social circle too.  Bubba and Danny were themselves best friends.  I think Danny had had sex with Amy at some past point before I entered the picture, but I forget the details.  Otherwise none of these people were romantically linked. 
    So one night we all go to a comedy club and have a swell time and get plastered, and Danny drops us off at the end of the evening.  He gets to my dorm first, but I had that tingly feeling, so when the other girls got out, I said I wanted to ride along while he dropped off the other people.  There were more people in the car (I dunno how) than just the people I've mentioned so far.  Once everyone was dropped off, he offered to drop me back at the dorm, but I just didn't want to go sleep there.  I told him I felt like sleeping in the car and just go home or wherever he was going.  He instead went to a cabin in the woods his parents had, nothing fancy, just a frame house built with freedom from codes and zoning, etc.  There was just the sofa bed available, but he insisted I take it, he would sleep on the sofa that had no bed in it.  I called that ridiculous and told him to go on and get in the bed, I wouldn't lay a finger on him.  I'd be a good girl. 
    You already see where this is going.  We lay there wide awake for about an hour.  I could electrically feel his presence just radiating at me.  I rolled over and suddenly we were kissing.  It was animal, all the tension exploding at once in waves and waves of physical pleasure.  When we fell back again onto the pillows, we began to giggle, then laugh, and we talked for over an hour, then started to look at each other with hunger again.  Over and over that night, wild passion, talking and laughing, fucking and sucking, giggling and storytelling, all night long. 
    After that we had other times, other places, and it was good.  It was great. 
    Now, this college was so small that on the weekends they sent all the students home, except for the out-of-state ones.  They couldn't afford to pay any of the three campus police to work weekends, so that was the way it was.  One weekend I was invited to spend a couple nights over at Beth and Bubba's house.  Yeah you can see where this one is going too.  I really liked their parents and had a good time hanging with them.  And since Danny was both siblings' best friend, he was there quite a lot too. 
    Somehow in the course of things Friday afternoon and evening, an attraction built up between Bubba and me, and we wound up agreeing to meet in the wee early morning hours to explore it.  I tiptoed into his room, terrified at getting caught in his parents' house.  We spent a rather rigorous hour or so together, highly enjoyable but very, very quiet, obviously.  Oh that was so difficult.  Then I sneaked back to the room I was sharing with his sister; twin beds if I remember correctly, and went soundly asleep. 
   Later that weekend, I somehow wound up on the porch swing between the guys, very pleasurable, but to a guilt-wracked individual as I was, a source of anxiety.  When Bubba went in for some smokes or something, I turned to Danny and confessed.  He laughed and said he knew.  He and Bubba had discussed that already.  He and Bubba had discussed me from the day after my first night with Danny.  And if I didn't mind, they'd decided to share me.  They'd been tight for far too long to let something like wanting the same woman to come between them, so why not share and make everybody happy.  I was astounded, but very pleased.  When Bubba came back, we talked about this some more and decided we were all quite happy. 
    This did not last too long.  I am thinking it was two weeks.  The guys saw me on pretty much alternating nights, never both at the same time.  Then there was The Party. 
    I got drunk, they got drunk and stoned too.  There was much dancing and merrymaking.  Bubba and I crept into the attic for private time.  After quite a bit of giggly affection, we sneaked back down.  What with comings and goings, it was easy to sneak back up later with Danny.  There is a lot I don't recall about that night, but off and on all the partyers engaged in the flirtatious "sharing" of french fries and cheetos.  Somewhere along the way, Amy, Beth, and Cathy noticed something a bit different about the way the guys and I shared fries.  We were so drunk, we were probably feeling all over each other, who knows?  Beth was the most incensed and outraged of them.  In one fell swoop I had seduced her brother and her best friend and was completely contemptible.  I had no idea what they were so upset about, but they positively exploded in righteous indignation.  The guys argued with them, alleging that they were on such a high horse because they were jealous that I was the only female managing to get laid. 
    Well, that was the end of that.  The guys broke it off with me and made up with them.  I sulked and skulked around alone for a while, then eventually found other people to hang out with.  One was the discarded previous boyfriend of Beth.  My dating him put greater distance between her and me, but I was beyond caring about her anymore.  Ah well, there is more to that story, and I will tell it one day.  But that is how I briefly had two boyfriends.