I Had A Threesome With A Dead Girl

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Threesome With A Dead Girl
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It felt like taboo-busting of the best possible kind.

Not to put too fine a point on it but sometimes a sex partner presents herself and you don't have much of a choice in the matter.

I'll tell you how it happened with me and a dead girl named Collette. 

I was a popular musician in a small Midwest city in the early 90s. My most rabid and appreciative fan, a 19-year-old girl named Collette was at all our gigs, talking us up at every turn, and doing her best to befriend me. She was a virgin, a little bit daffy and definitely had a manic edge. She wanted badly for me to deflower her and made a couple of clumsy attempts at seducing me.

I refused her for two reasons. One, she was too vulnerable and unstable. The other was that it might encourage her to wish for a relationship and that was not going to happen.

She said she was in love with me, so I made sure to be kind and gentle with her. 

Over time, I become friends with her and got to know her well through various ups and downs in both of our lives. Her parents become fans of my group as well, and her sister, who was a PhD student at a university a few hours away, also attended many of our shows. The two sisters were so similar in personality and nature that I used to accuse them of being a "spectrum". Their laughs were eerily similar, their smiles, too. Sometimes it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

Collette soon began to have some tough times. I visited her at a psychiatric hospital after a half-serious suicide attempt. Many people supported her after she was released and she continued to go through a lot of dramatic ups and downs. Her ups became more and more desperate and her downs became black and full of unspeakable despair. I spent a lot of time trying to encourage her, and doing my best to fulfill her need for friendship while maintaining what I thought were appropriate boundaries. By this time she was active sexually and not always involved with guys that were sensitive to her delicate psyche.

One day I received a disturbing phone call.

Imagine my shock when I was told that Collette had jumped off a bridge and ended her life in dramatic, catastrophic fashion. The funeral and aftermath were tough. I visited her family a few times. Her sister Luanne was completely devastated. She quit her PhD program and went into seclusion. A lot of my friends remembered Collette fondly and kept in touch with the family. 

Eight years passed. 

One day I received a call from Luanne. She was finally coming back to life after several years of black depression. One of the first signs of hope was a renewed interest in music. She remembered all the fun times she and her sister had enjoyed at my gigs and so she gave me a call. We got together for a coffee. I was struck, as before, by the amazing similarities between her and Collette. The smile sometimes seemed to be her own and sometimes Collette’s. And the laugh was uncannily similar and sometimes identical to Collette’s. Sometimes it seemed that Collette was the one doing the laughing and not Luanne

Luanne and I fell into a sexual relationship. While having sex with Luanne, there was no confusion. She smiled her own smile and she laughed her own laugh and f*cked her own f*ck. I introduced her to a girl and we had a couple of threesomes, one lasting a whole weekend. She was an adventurous girl, and hearing about some of her adventures, I wondered if her beloved dead sister would approve or be surprised. 

And then one night it happened.

We were engaged in flagrante delicto, just the two of us. I was on top and she was moaning and twisting. Just an attractive, sensual, mature woman enjoying sex — or so I thought. As she came close to culminating, something strange happened. It was as though she got bumped out of the way and Collette entered her body.

Now, suddenly, I was f*cking Collette and there was absolutely no doubt, as strange as that may sound. I suppose I could have stopped but I didn’t want to. It felt like taboo-busting of the best possible kind. I’m not exactly sure what I was thinking. Something like, "Okay, Collette, now that you are not a virgin and now that you are dead, and now that you are here and wanted me so bad and for so long, here you go!" In any case, I f*cked Collette as vigorously as she wanted and she came and quaked and moaned and flopped about. It was exciting and exhilarating and astonishing. 

As I lay there panting and wondering about my "new" sex partner and musing about what had just happened — and if Luanne had any idea  I had a strange mix of feelings. Could I really believe that that had been Collette? Should I mention it to Luanne who was lying beside me? Was Collette still in there? It was bizarre to say the least. Suddenly she turned to me but it was again Luanne who looked at me and said, "You just had the love of two good women" and I immediately had goose bumps all over my body.

We talked about it, and she too had been surprised at Collette coming over and elbowing her out of the way. But she had no doubt. Funny, I gave Luanne her first threesome. And she and her sister gave me an experience I can never forget.

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Simon de Montfort is a musician living in the Midwest.

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