The Other Three of Us: Where Erotic Fantasy Meets Reality - Part 1 of 2 (en Inglés)
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In Just the Three of Us: An Erotic Romantic Comedy for the Commitment-Challenged, we learned the story of Sam and Kathy and Ted, three good friends who become even better lovers. Now find out what happens to the author when her real-life inspirations read her book...Excerpt: You see, although the names are, of course, pseudonyms, there really are a Sam and Ted. They were young men of my acquaintance to whom I found myself inexplicably attracted. Not - as generally happens among the sane women of the world - as individual men, but together, as a pair. Like my character Kathy, I wasn't interested in dating Sam or in dating Ted, which was too bad, because I might have been able to pull off one of those less dazzling arrangements. No, I wanted them together or not at all.I guess the trouble started because, as anyone who has ever had a secret crush knows, when you feel that way about someone, deep down you want nothing more than for them to find out about it, particularly if it means they're going to respond by sweeping you into their arms and smothering you with kisses. Or, if you're like me, by pinning you to the wall and relieving you of your panties.Of course, in real life that rarely happens. Usually if you've kept your crush a secret, there's a darned good reason for it. Namely, that either you know the object of your affection doesn't share your interest, or that he/she/they is/are unobtainable for whatever reason. In my case, both of these conditions applied, for although there were moments in which I thought I might have sparked a glimmer of interest in Sam or in Ted, I never deluded myself into imagining that either of them, like most practical men, would ever be amenable to a romantic ratio of greater than one to one. Consequently, not being as foolish back then as I evidently am today, I kept my deep, dark thoughts about Sam and Ted and what I wanted them to do to my deep, dark places all to myself. In the real world, I would never have breathed a word about the fantasies I had about them, not even to Julie, my very best friend. I didn't flirt with them. I wasn't overly affectionate. The only allusion I ever made to romance was to admonish them jokingly they were much too young even to speak to a middle-aged lady like me. Until I wrote that book, the chances of anyone finding out the extent of depravity to which I had mentally sunk were considerably lower than the odds of my suddenly becoming a pro tackle in the NFL. But I did write it. And worse, I ended it with an epilogue - an epilogue that almost reads like a confession.I suppose it was a confession. Maybe there was some very tiny, very stupid corner of my heart - or one of my lustier places - that hoped that they would find out. That maybe they would even like the idea. That if the thought only turned them on a tenth as much as it did me, I might still get to live out that secret fantasy before I got to be too old to enjoy it. Or for them to enjoy me.Foolish, I know. My mind certainly knew better, even if my heart - or those pesky dirty places - refused to believe it. No good could have come from them finding out how I felt. In fact, it was a disaster the size of a beehive hairdo when they did.But it's over now. Nothing can make it better, and nothing - I hope - can make it worse. I came out, as it were. With all of the horrific consequences that sometimes entails. And the way I figure it, I might as well tell the whole story. Here, now, while it's fresh in my mind, before I start twisting and coloring it and turning it into a tall tale to share with the boys at the bar now that my boys have left me behind.You see, my relationship with Sam and Ted wasn't quite the way I portrayed it in fiction. If it had been, maybe I'd have had half a chance. But as it was, I was lucky to escape with some piddly portion of my dignity intact. And calling what I had left at the end "dignity" is really stretching the term.
