It was late May of senior year, and we’d just wrapped the final performance of The Merry Wives of Windsor. I was lounging on a couch in the dressing room with the Vins - aka Kevin and Calvin - passing a jug of Carlo Rossi back and forth. It was close to two AM. The show had ended hours ago, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave. 

“What a damned Epicurean rascal is this!” Calvin declared as he took a swig and passed the jug to Kevin. It was his favorite line from the show. I felt my cheeks glowing with a blend of nostalgia, wine, and glee. “I’m gonna miss you, Vins,” I sighed, reaching out for the jug.

Kevin tilted his head back and took a long drink. “Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience!” he cried. He grinned and handed me the jug. “We’re gonna miss you too, Didi.”

Didi. I’d never understood their nickname for me - it made so much less sense than the one I used for them.   

“You know, one of these days you’re going to have to tell me why you call me that,” I said. Calvin shot Kevin a look of feigned exasperation. Kevin leaned back in his chair. “Nothing is so oppressive as a secret; women find it difficult to keep one long; and I know a goodly number of men who are women in this regard,” he said, waving his arm airily in my direction. 

Calvin arched an eyebrow. “Wait - is that Shakespeare?” 

“Nay good sir - these are the humble words of the great poet Gilles LaFontaine!” Kevin proclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and took a swig. “You guys are absolute nerds, and it’s my favorite.” 

I felt a twinkle of moisture at the corner of my eye. I glanced around the dressing room at the show posters and shelves lined with props. This place had been our clubhouse for the last four years. Somehow we always ended up here, just the three of us and a bottle, whether it was after a grueling rehearsal or a night of party-hopping. We’d laugh and tell stories until late at night, then skip along the lamp-lit campus pathways, singing our favorite show tunes. We’d hug goodnight outside the dining hall, and stumble home to our respective dorms.

I met the Vins my very first day of college. We were grouped together randomly by our acting teacher. The assignment was to improvise a scene without words. We played three drunken roommates who were trying to move a sofa but kept dropping it on each others’ toes. The scene lasted five minutes, and we couldn’t stop cracking up the whole time. We flubbed the assignment, but the chemistry was undeniable - we left the classroom arm in arm, and had been inseparable ever since. 

Being theater kids, we were also chronic over-sharers. We told each other everything: our family dramas, our insecurities, our dreams for the future. But there was one thing I’d never told the Vins. The secret I always spent a few minutes feverishly scribbling in my journal, in sloppy half-drunk cursive, after those long nights in the dressing room: I had a giant crush on both of them. 

Growing up, I’d been warned to expect the worst from college guys. But the Vins were diamonds in the rough - good listeners, deep thinkers, unfailingly gentle, empathetic, and sincere.  It made them good actors, and even better friends. I’d been navigating a long-distance relationship with my high school boyfriend Geoff all through college, and the Vins had talked me through countless petty dramas and betrayals. Not long into my sophomore year, I knew my connection with Geoff had gone stale. In one of my most vulnerable moments with the Vins, I told them Geoff hadn’t given me an orgasm in a year. They were (rightly) appalled, and recommended I send Geoff a break-up text on the spot. But I refused. If nothing else, my relationship with Geoff was a useful excuse to avoid the feelings I harbored for the Vins. I loved them so deeply that the idea of anything disrupting our goofball confederacy terrified me. 

So I confined my attractions to the pages of my journal, where I indulged fantasies that made me blush. For a while, that was enough. In fact, I sort of liked having a secret, since they knew pretty much everything else about me. But as the years went by, and Geoff and I finally split up, the feeling had grown - from a gentle, pulsing knot in my stomach into a throbbing ache.    

I swung my legs off the arm of the couch and sat up, setting the jug on the floor. “No, for real, you scoundrels. What’s with the name?” 

I felt the energy in the room flicker. They both looked abruptly at the floor. 

“Oh come on,” I chided them. “After all this time, you’re really not going to tell me?”

Calvin’s eyes darted towards Kevin, but they still wouldn’t look at me. 

“Uh, Didi,” Calvin stammered. “What’s the female equivalent of XYZ?”

“XY…what? What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. 

Kevin fidgeted. “You know like when a guy’s zipper is down?”“Sure but I don’t have a…oh!” I looked down, and realized the buttons had popped on the peasant blouse I wore in the show - casualties of my period-specific costume. My tits were spilling over the top of my corset.

We sat in silence for a moment. I watched Calvin bite his lip, trying to suppress a snicker.

“Dude what are you doing?! Stop that!” Kevin hissed.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry…it’s just…this is the funniest time to tell her. We have to!”

“Tell me what?” 

“It’s just - one night in freshman year, we were in here cleaning up, and we found a sizing sheet next to the costume rack, and we, uh…saw your bra size,” Calvin said, still staring at the floor. “That’s where ‘Didi’ comes from. Thirty-six double-D.” 

I felt my nipples stiffen. I took a deep breath and grinned, “Such fucking nerds.”

Sensing the softness in my voice, they both looked up tentatively, and I watched their eyes widen. I tried to suppress a laugh, but it slithered out in short breaths, which made my tits shimmy a little. “Well,” I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “As good as you’d hoped?”

They stared at me, and then looked at each other.

“Didi,” Kevin began, “We didn’t mean to…it’s just, you know-”

“Shut UP, loser,” I snapped, playfully. “I’m not exactly ashamed of them.”

I slowly loosened the knots on the corset, tossed it to the side, and slid the blouse over my head. I leaned back a little and gave them the full view. “Your move, Vins,” I said softly.

Calvin rose and crossed towards me. “It’s really ok?” he whispered.

I sat up, took his wrist, and pulled it towards me. “They are such stuff as dreams as dreams are made on.”

I felt my clit quiver as he curled his hand around my breast. He stood before me, cupping me with one hand and brushing his other against my cheek. I leaned towards him and cut a glance at Kevin. “Get over here, dummy.”

As Kevin approached us, I moved Calvin’s thumb to my lips and slipped it into my mouth. Kevin took my other breast in his hand and let out a gasp. I lifted my hands to the front of their costume pants, teasing my fingertips along their inseams, where the fabric was beginning to twitch.

“May I?” I cooed.

They both nodded vigorously. With a quick simultaneous tug, the filmy pants fell to the floor, and I took them both in my hands.

I felt their bodies stiffen as I closed my fingers around their already-stiff cocks, and began softly rubbing my thumbs against the undersides of their shafts. “Look like the innocent flowers, but be serpents underneath,” I said, winking. 

Kevin’s breaths were short, but he managed a smile. “Should we be nervous that you just quoted Lady Mac-”

“Shhhh!” I hissed. “We’re in a theater.” And with that, I slipped him into my mouth.

Kevin grunted and squeezed my breast tightly as I slurped and swirled my tongue all over his cock. I reached over and began to stroke Calvin, feeling him get harder at the sight of me sucking Kevin. I slid my mouth down to the base of Kevin’s shaft, and then switched over to Calvin, marveling at his thickness as I wrapped my lips around him and gently caressed Kevin’s balls. 

As I sucked lustily on Calvin, I felt Kevin gently parting my legs and hoisting my flowing skirt up above my hips. I lay back a little and pulled Calvin deeper into my mouth as Kevin began kissing along the inside of my thighs, making his way towards my pussy. I moaned against Calvin’s shaft as Kevin’s tongue parted my lips, dancing deftly up and down for a moment before he began lapping at my clit. I reached around to clasp Calvin’s backside, pulling him deeper into my throat as I pressed my hips against Kevin’s mouth. 

I pulled Calvin’s cock out of my mouth and gazed up at him, pumping furiously on his shaft, and saw him glance at Kevin. I winked at him again and tapped Kevin on the head. Kevin jumped to his feet and Calvin practically dove between my legs, greedily swirling his tongue over my clit and plunging two fingers inside me as I hungrily gulped Kevin into my mouth, practically slobbering with glee as I felt him swelling between my lips. But Calvin’s fingers were making me crave the real thing, and after a few more minutes of writhing on my back I jumped up and shimmied out of the skirt. I stood there for a moment, my hair wild and my tits heaving, watching them stare at me with absolute awe. Calvin was sitting on the couch with his cock at attention, and Kevin stood by the arm of the couch, stroking himself slowly. I pointed to the back of the couch, and he moved there quickly, watching as I straddled Calvin and lowered my soaking pussy onto him, feeling his hands clutch my ass as his girth filled me to the brim. I leaned forward and took Kevin’s cock into my mouth again, gripping his shaft to brace myself and sucking hard as Calvin began to spank me and grunt, bouncing my ass rhythmically on his dick. I reached my free hand up and felt for Kevin’s mouth, pressing two fingers between his lips as I closed mine tightly around his throbbing dick. I felt him vibrating with desire and needed to know if he felt as good inside me as Calvin, so I lifted myself from Calvin’s lap and knelt beside him on the couch, lowering my head into his lap and lapping up my steaming juices from his cock as I felt Kevin take me firmly by the hips. He slid into me effortlessly, swollen with lust, and I began bobbing my head furiously on Calvin’s cock as Kevin pounded me relentlessly. I gripped Calvin’s balls tightly and took him deep into my throat, thrilling at the sensation of having both of them as far inside me as I could get them.

Kevin’s grip tightened abruptly around my hips and I could tell he was close. I lifted my head momentarily from Calvin to turn my head and growl, “Fill me up! I want you to fill me up!” I turned to Calvin and winked one more time. “You too,” I said, and then gobbled up his dick again. I pressed my ass back against Kevin’s thrusts, pumping vigorously on Calvin’s shaft. I felt them both surging towards climax, and with a guttural grunt, I leaned back hard on Kevin’s cock just as Calvin began to clench and shake. They both erupted simultaneously - Kevin’s fingers burrowing deep into my flesh as his hot load coursed into me, and Calvin writhing helplessly against the couch cushions as he shot thick ropes into my throat.

We all froze for a moment, suspended in a cloud of ecstasy, and then I felt their bodies relax. Kevin eased out of me, and I lifted my mouth from Calvin, rolling over onto my back to lay my head across his lap. I giggled and wiped a few wayward drops of cum from my lips as I looked at them - Calvin gazing down at me with amazement in his eyes, and Kevin leaning back against the arm of the sofa, cock still twitching and glistening. Calvin, noticing my nipples were still rock hard, began to gently brush them with two fingers, and slid his other hand down my belly to find my still-buzzing clit. I shut my eyes tight and arched my back, feeling Calvin’s fingers begin to rub me gently as Kevin slipped a finger inside me and pressed firmly against my g-spot. I felt Calvin’s grip on my tits tighten as his fingers picked up the pace, and Kevin began working his finger slowly in and out of me. I gasped and shook, feeling a tidal wave gathering in the depths of my sacrum. Calvin put his fingers into overdrive, and Kevin slipped a second finger into me. I curled my toes and gripped the couch for dear life. Finally, Kevin softly brushed a probing finger across my asshole, and the wave burst onto the shore. They both held me tightly as I convulsed in delirium, screaming and shaking and laughing as pleasure engulfed every pore of my skin. When my body finally came to rest, I curled into a ball between them, my head still in Calvin’s lap, and my legs draped across Kevin’s. We fell asleep that way, without a word.

In the morning, we woke up and sat side by side on the couch. No one moved for a while, until the Vins stood up groggily and started getting dressed. I slid back into my blouse and skirt, scanning their expressions for a sign that the confederacy was intact. Our eyes finally met, and then shifted to the couch. A faint smile curled around the edges of Calvin’s mouth as he walked behind it, and gestured to each of us to grab an arm. We obliged, and then, in unison, lifted it a few inches off the ground. We held it aloft for a moment…and then dropped it. Kevin yelped in pretend agony, hopping around on one foot as though it had fallen on his toe. Calvin and I started giggling, and we all linked arms. We walked out of the theater building one last time, singing our favorite song from Gypsy:

Wherever we go, whatever we do

We're gonna go through it together

We may not go far, but sure as a star

Wherever we are, it's together