Ménage à Trois (Chapter 1) - Three friends on a day trip to France

Explicit - Ménage à Trois started off as a short account of three friends on a day trip to France. As the saying goes, the story 'grew like Topsy' as additional encounters were incorporated. It now consists of five chapters. These are best read in numbered order. The story is sprinkled with French expressions that are used in the English language - see if you can spot them. The story gets more explicit the further it goes.

Chapter 1 - The Trip

Living in Kent in the southeast of England comes with certain advantages. We are close enough to London to enjoy a day out there without having to endure the day-to-day bustle of living in the capital. Our weather is generally milder and drier than in the north or west of the country. We have a wide variety of landscapes, including rolling hills, flat marshlands, and coastal areas. Our countryside is both productive and picturesque – it is not known as the Garden of England for nothing. We have historic castles and grand stately homes. And, of course, we have easy access to the Channel ports. ‘Channel Hopping’ for us is not quickly changing from one TV channel to another to find something we want to watch, but means hopping over the Channel for a day out in France.

We have a choice of ferry services from Dover, or Le Shuttle service through the Channel Tunnel. It is possible to be in France in less than two hours if travelling on the ferry, or as little as thirty-five minutes if travelling on Le Shuttle. This means a day trip to France, or even beyond, is perfectly feasible. Not only that, but it is also possible to take advantage of last-minute deals which means it needn’t be too expensive, particularly if there are three or more of you in the car.

Those of us that live in Kent tend to take this convenience for granted, and, perhaps, we don’t take advantage of the opportunities it presents as often as we should. That said, by not going across too frequently, it makes each trip more of an exciting adventure. Certainly the excursion I’m going to tell you about ended up being rather exciting, and certainly an adventure!

My two best friends at the time happened to be female: Lucy and Keely. They also happened to be in a relationship – with each other!  

Lucy was a very cute, attractive, young woman. She was about 5’ 4” tall, slim – athletic even - with small breasts, and an adorable bum that looked great in the tight jeans that she invariably wore. Although twenty-five years old; with her smooth skin, endearing freckles, and youthful outlook, she could pass for being much younger and it wasn’t unknown for her to be asked for I.D. She had attentive, light brown, almond eyes, a fair complexion, a delectable little nose, thin lips and a sweet smile that was both captivating and quite cheeky. Her teeth were naturally white and gleamed in bright light. She had light-brown hair that she preferred to wear short, usually swept back and held in place behind her ears. She never over-did the make-up; she didn’t need to – she had a natural, pure aesthetic. Although she wasn’t classically beautiful there was something about her, a certain je ne sais quoi – I don’t know what – that lent her an indescribable, inexpressible charm. As is often the case with good-looking but understated, modest women, she didn’t realise just how attractive she was. She would never consider herself to be beautiful, indeed, she thought she was rather plain.

 

As I’ve mentioned, she usually wore tight-fitting jeans; these suited her because they emphasised her cute, pert bottom. She never dressed to accentuate her curves; she only had small breasts and she didn’t do anything to make them look bigger.

Lucy, whose nickname was ‘Luce’, was anything but loose, she was really rather shy – reserved even - but she did have a keen sense of humour and a playfully wicked side. When she did relax, and shed her natural inhibitions, her smile and laughter were infectious. I’d known Lucy over ten years, and I’d like to think we knew each other inside out. Indeed, I often knew what she was thinking and how she was feeling. She had an endearing habit of poking the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating or in deep thought.

Lucy’s current girlfriend was Keely. They’d been going steady for several years now, so I’d got to know Keely quite well too. At just twenty-four she was a year younger than Lucy. She was about the same height, also slim but with a more curvaceous body and fuller breasts than Lucy. She too was well-toned but a tad more feminine. She was a very pretty girl with a mischievous smile that made her cheeks dimple; indeed, her dimpled cheeks were the icons of her striking face. She had deep, almost piercing, blue eyes. Her hair was lighter than Lucy’s; almost, but not quite, blond. She wore her hair longer – shoulder length – sometimes in a ponytail.

Keely was more likely to dress to accentuate her body, particularly her breasts and cleavage. And, although she preferred jeans, she wasn’t averse to wearing a dress or skirt – usually a short one to show off her legs. She did have a cute bum too! She was very cheeky, and despite being slightly younger, she was the more assured, outgoing, and daring of the two, although neither of them were particularly gregarious. Keely had an irrepressible spirit – a joie de vivre if you will – that manifested itself in a feeling of healthy enjoyment of life, exuberance, even high spirits. I thought Keely was good for Lucy. Together they brought out the best in each other. I fancied both of them, of course I did, but my preference was for Lucy even though Keely was the more overtly sexy of the two. I’d known Lucy the longest and over the years I’d grown to love her. Keely knew that I loved Lucy, but didn’t make a song or dance about it because she also knew that I was no threat. Lucy had shown no inclination to being anything else but a lesbian – unfortunately!

Both girls were horsey, ‘outdoorsy’ types, much more at home in the countryside than in towns or cities. It was rare for them to go on shopping sprees or nightclubbing – the sort of things that other girls their age would do. Neither of the girls were particularly academic, both having left school at the earliest opportunity. However, both were smart enough to make their own way in life.

We often went out as a threesome, and I always got jealous looks from other chaps that saw us together. If only they knew that it was the two girls that were in a relationship, and I was just their chaperone. Both girls treated me like their older brother, and I looked out for them as if I were. I would do anything for them. Did the girls take me for granted? To some extent I think they did. Did they take advantage of me? Probably! Not that I minded, I loved every minute spent in the girls' company. It goes without saying that my relationship with the girls was purely platonic; the nearest I got to anything approaching a romantic or sexual encounter with either of them would be the occasional kiss on the cheek, and even that was rare. But, boy, did I savour those moments!

Anyway, I digress. Getting back to the day in question. The girls were planning a summer barbeque; they thought it a good idea to stock up with cheap booze from France. I was invited to go along with them, I doubt it was because they longed for my company, but more likely because I could help with the heavy lifting. I should mention at this point that I am a bit older than the girls, and it was easier for me to get my car insured to drive in France. I also had the biggest car so could fit more booze in the boot.

Lucy had spent six months working in France soon after she had left school, so she was confident that she could converse fairly well in French after she’d got back into using the language, certainly to a better standard than either Keely or myself, which was rudimentary at best. As I say, I was principally there to drive, chaperone the girls and provide the ‘muscle’ – although to look at me you wouldn’t have guessed it, I’m hardly built like a bodyguard! And Keely was there to provide the glamour and fun, which can be an essential asset, and one that she was adequately equipped to fulfil. 

It is possible to pop across the Channel, shop in the French hypermarkets, and return to England in a few hours. However, we decided to make a day of it. It was rare for us all to spend a whole day away. The girls wanted to do some clothes shopping in local boutiques – I must admit the prospect of this didn’t enthral me at all! And we thought it would be fun to treat ourselves to dinner in a proper French restaurant. I think the girls felt somewhat guilty about dragging me along, so they said I could decide what we did and where we went during the morning.

It was summertime and the weather seemed set fair, with just a gentle breeze, so a ferry crossing would have been extremely pleasant. The schools had not yet broken up, and the holiday season wasn’t yet in full swing; so we had plenty of choice of bookings, at reasonable rates. Having considered all the options, we decided against the ferry and chose instead to take the shuttle through the Eurotunnel to maximise our time in France.

I picked the girls up from their home, Lucy rode shotgun and Keely sat on the back seat. Within twenty minutes we were in a short queue approaching the check-in booths at the shuttle terminal in Cheriton, just outside Folkestone. Before nine in the morning I was driving south from the French terminal at Coquelles down the A16 towards Boulogne-sur-Mer.

For my choice of activity and destination for the morning I had opted for a visit to Nausicaa, the French National Sea Centre. This is the largest aquarium in Europe entirely devoted to marine life. I’d read about it and had always fancied seeing it at first hand.

I’m not sure if the girls were as excited as I was as we pulled into the car park less than two-and-a-half hours after I’d picked them up from home. But, to their credit, they didn’t complain. I guess they knew I’d have to endure traipsing around the shops later, so they best allow me to indulge in my moment of pleasure now.

Sorry, I should have mentioned earlier what the girls were wearing. Lucy had teamed her tight, faded blue jeans with a black, silk blouse, she completed the look with a black V-neck sweater draped casually over her shoulders. She wore short, tan leather Chelsea boots. Her hair was pulled back and held in place by a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses.

Keely had also opted for tight, faded blue jeans, but she’d teamed hers with a smart pink and white striped shirt unbuttoned at the neck to give more than a hint of cleavage. In fact, she’d left enough buttons undone so that, if you looked closely (which I did!) you could see a glimpse of her blue, lacy bra underneath. She too had a jumper draped over her shoulders, hers was bubble-gum pink. She wore short, leather cowboy-style boots. She’d tucked a pair of Gucci sunglasses in the breast pocket of her shirt. Her hair was worn loose today and stirred enticingly in the soft, coastal breeze. It was a pleasantly warm day with no hint of rain so the jumpers that the girls carried appeared surplus to requirements.

For my part, I wore jeans too; mine were teamed with a blue, short sleeved polo shirt. I wore a pair of brown shoes rather than the trainers I would normally wear, just in case we went somewhere slightly more upmarket. 

I must admit both girls looked absolutely gorgeous, although obviously I’m prejudiced! The tight jeans that they were wearing accentuated their striking bottoms so that as we walked around the displays I found myself strolling behind them, mesmerised by their peachy bums rather than looking at the exhibits. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were wearing underneath. Just the thought caused my member to stiffen slightly. Both girls looked as chic as any fashionable, stylish French girl could aspire to be. It made me feel special to be seen in their company.

I had been allocated a couple of hours for ‘my part’ of the day. But, after their initial scepticism, the girls thoroughly enjoyed the visit and found it entertaining, educational and scientific. It certainly was a spectacular site and I think we were all equally enthralled and astounded by the immense variety of the sea life on display. After three hours I found myself trying to persuade the girls that we needed to move on! They were still eager to discover more and were reluctant to leave. They were particularly taken by the giant manta rays, and, of course, by the penguins.

We had had a light snack whilst we were in Nausicaa so we decided not to have lunch and instead head back to the Calais area to browse the shops and boutiques.

Continued......