Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

No meat Grilling

We spent the next weekend in the backyard, grilling. I lost myself in thought while I was prepping the food with Netarute. She learned a lot from me in the passed two weeks about food. Our hands brushed when reaching for the pineapple chunks and pepper slice.

 I giggled every time enjoying her closeness. I loved willingness to learn something new with me. We were making all different types of shish kababs and grilling corn and burgers. Apparently Copia was a meat eater in the house and Mira was a vegetarian.

Neta didn't identify with labels but I'd watch her enough to know that she loves to eat fruits because they are sweet and eats vegetables because they have nice benefits. She was never a big meat eater when she was younger. 

Her parents were plant based eater and in grained in her head that the way meat was made in the US made animals poisonous to eat. So she only eats meat if she has to which is rarely. I am following a alkaline diet but sometimes I break it for the taste of meat every once and a while. 

It was hard to wane off of meat at first, but as I progressively stopped eating it. Meat began to have no taste to me on top of churning in my stomach like a clogged washing machine. Fish went down nicer and I preferred to eat that instead of heavy meats.

Mira and Copia tossed around a little Nerf football in the student original manicured grass.

"The Stanley's are back tomorrow," Mira said loudly over the music coming out of the deck speakers.

"Shit! I forgot about that. I was hoping they'd moved," Copia laughed. Clearly I wasn't the only person she hated.

"Who are the Davis's?" I asked. I couldn't wait until I was done with the new girl questions.

"Well Mr. Davis I've only seen twice, but his wife Nancy, Kenade-" Netarute said.

"I can't stand that bitch," Copia added.

"Kati, do yourself a favor and don't open the door if you see a short lady with ringlet blonde hair come marching up the steps," Mira told me.

"For real. Don't."

 It was the first time in days Copia had spoken to me directly. She'd threw the football but didn't follow up because she looking at me too. She held my gaze for a moment, biting the inside of her perfectly full lip. I titled my head. Could it be? I stared at her just as long as it took me to make sure.

 Is she trying to be helpful? I didn't know. I realized then that I couldn't read her mind as well as I needed. Then I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. Mira was looking at us both of us flickering her. I don't know what she saw, but I wanted to.

"Seriously. The peep hole was invented to ward off this woman," Mira finally said, breaking us from out staring matching. We all laughed at that and assumed our more normal behavior.

Copia didn't look at me again for two more days.

Monday was my last day off. I had meetings for the rest of the week and I had to get my files, documents clothes, and emails in order. School had started for Neta and Mira was in San Diego for a few days. The starting quarter back of the Chargers had hired her to come down and treat all the women in his family.

 Copia had gone back to work on a feature that was shooting on Venice Beach. She was booked six days a week for the next month. I should have been glad that I wouldn't have to deal with the awkward tension, but instead I was bored.

Copia and I had almost made a game out of avoiding each other. It was weird not having her around. I could breath again without having my the anxiety of avoidance on my back. But I wasn't too relieved. 

I was very well aware of the distance between me and Copia allowed me to be more comfortable at home but what this setup really worth it?

 I wondered if Mira of Netarute were bothered by this tension in the house? Would I be kicked out if I didn't meet all their personal needs?

 I had to talk to someone about it before the feeling turned all consuming.

The day absolutely dragged. I got some errands done and Neta and I ran Third Street when she got home. Her and I actually talked. I asked her as we neared the house,

"What do you tell your co-workers when they ask about your relationship status?" Teachers were notorious for being in each other's business.

"Well they all know I'm gay, so they usually leave me alone about it. They aren't expecting me to show up to the Christmas party draped all over some guy. A few of them think Mira is my girlfriend, well my only girlfriend, so I just let them think that. After a while people usually stop caring about something if you don't bring it up or if you give them boring answers."

"That's true," I huffed. Netarute was just as fast as I was. I pondered that for a moment, if asked who would I call me girlfriend?

"In my industry I don't think most people are interested in my sexuality unless their trying to get in my pants."

"Ha. Are you kidding me? Hot piece like you. Anywhere you go I'm sure people will want to know just what your about. Trust me." Her fingers trailed down my back, and I leaned into her touch.

" Every year some member of the faculty tries to turn me straight, or test just how committed I am to Mira."

"Ugh, that must be so annoying, people are so immature to not respect your in a relationship."

I had some experiences with some men who said that once I had slept with them Id never want to sleep with a women again. I disliked those phrases. They were such a turn off and they showed no respect for my interests or likes.

 Society made lots of men insecure and cocky and they tended to take it out on they women they find at bars. I definitely didn't go with any of those people. My body is only for people that respect me. That only reminded me of Copia. Unfortunately I had misunderstood her. One time thing.

"You can just tell them you're with me or Mira. It's whatever. We'll go with it," she added.

"Thanks," I chuckled. We both knew Copia wasn't an option.

"I was also wondering about how you felt about Copia and I. We had some bad blood at the start but now it feels like we are silently hating each other. I know you said previously that I should fit in with all the house mates. What are you thinking about this situation now. How does this situation make you feel?"

After we showered, together of course, we ordered out for some Thai food. And we cuddled on the couch and talked about our lives before this apartment, What tv shows we ere interested in as kids and how that changed. 

Eventually it turned into a philosophical adage of our generation and what we all turned out like because of the messages fed to us through tv. Later, we flicker on of Netas favorite tv show and I couldn't keep my hands off her.

I starting with rubbing her back and then her sides before I tickling her. She giggled and squealed in surprise trying to get me off of her. It turned into a tickle battle until she take be on my back gasping for breath. I gave up and she attacked my lips. 

We started making out in the middle of a Family Guy mini marathon. I don't know which one of us got a little overexcited, but we ended up dry humping and coming before we could even get our clothes off. I came in my shorts grinding on top of her soft thigh.

Netarute and I were going to go up to her bed but I directed her into mine. I hadn't spent enough time in it and I definitely didn't want the new mattress to go to waste. We undressed and got in bed. I played with her hair. 

Caressing her scalp before she fell asleep. I'm glad I hadn't used my bed as now I could choose who I trusted to shared my own bed with. It was more than I could say for my other bed. Mistakes were apart of life but you know sometimes you don't want to be reminded of them. And moving on is one of the ways my memories don't have to haunt me as much.