A Woman and Two Men

By Witte Piet

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The story covers the three-year undergraduate period in the life of Eleanor Butterfield. She goes up to Saint Boniface’s College in Camford University to study theology with a view to becoming an Anglican priest, like her father, a retired Professor. She meets and takes a fancy to a fourth-year student, Tommy, who turns out to be gay. He invites Eleanor to go out on a threesome date with him and his boyfriend Martin. Both boys seem to enjoy her company, and Eleanor decides that she would like a long-term relationship with both the two men. The following term the threesome go out regularly to eat or to the cinema or to concerts. After a summer term of hard last-minute academic work, all three have exams, Eleanor her first year qualifying exam, the boys their finals. Eleanor gets a scholarship and Martin gets first-class honours. Eleanor spends two weeks with the boys in a rented villa in Arezzo in Italy.

In their year after graduation, Tommy starts a one-year teacher training course and Martin registers for an M.Litt. Their threesome relationship continues, although it has not so far led to any sex. The three spend Christmas at Tommy’s home at Ixton, where Eleanor tells the men that she wants a sexual relationship with both of them, even though Martin says that he is sexually impotent with women. Tommy spends the Candlemas term on teaching practice in various schools and Martin rather petulantly refuses to go out with Eleanor. In the June, Tommy passes his Teaching Diploma exams and finally lets Eleanor give him a blow-job. He gets a teaching job for the following September and Martin gets a junior college fellowship to teach first-year students and to do a Ph.D. On a one-day visit to Camford, Eleanor finally persuades Martin to let her give him a blow-job. The three go on holiday to the North of England, where both boys separately sleep with Eleanor, and discover that Martin has no difficulty in copulating, despite his claimed impotence with women. They finally round off the holiday with a sexual threesome. Not surprisingly, by now Eleanor has decided that she will not seek ordination, but try to get an academic job and do an M.Theol.

In the September, Tommy starts his job teaching at the Wyverne School, and Martin gives his first student tutorials. Eleanor works very hard in her final year, as she must get a first to have a chance for further study. Nonetheless, she has time for regular sex with Martin, who seems delighted to have forgotten his fears of sex with a woman. The three spend Christmas at Ixton, where Eleanor meets Sandro, Tommy’s brother Luke’s biological brother and his partner, Lord Batley and their twin daughters. Just before Christmas Tommy and Martin take their B.A.degrees and Eleanor starts to wonder whether she should have an alternative career in mind if her current academic ambitions fail to get her accepted for a masters degree. She is advised to consider publishing as a possible outlet for her skills, and gets a part-time job as a Hebrew proofreader and copy-correcter for a small publishing firm in Camford. When the exams finally come along she is successful in gaining a first class degree and is accepted by the professor of ecclesiastical history to do an M.Theol. degree. She, Tommy and Martin spend a couple of weeks at an attractive holiday resort on Lake Garda in Italy, where Eleanor has a chance to review her three years of study and contemplate her future with the two boys, which looks as though they will all move to Italy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Witte Piet
• Release date: Nov 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370708970

Witte Piet

The author started writing gay romances after he had retired from a long career as an academic scientist. It is a widespread illusion that authors of erotica are practised experts in the art of venery. In fact, this is in most cases quite untrue, they are more generally working out their erotic fantasies in fiction, as is the case with Witte Piet. The author's aim is to write pleasant and enjoyable stories about love between men, not leaving the sex behind at the bedroom door, but entering into plenty of explicit detail, with some crude language. One of the author's mottoes is a quotation from Jane Austen's Mansfield Park, "Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery,” so there is for example no poverty among the lead characters. The fields are all "highbrow", involving student life in one of England's ancient universities, and areas of science, religion, music, literature (especially seventeenth-century poetry) and life in the English countryside and in Italy.

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Cover picture: A Woman drinking with two men by Pieter de Hooch. National Gallery, London. Original photo is from Wikipedia, and is in the Public Domain in the the USA.

Dedication

This story is dedicated to the memory of Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), in appreciation of his book Pamela, the first novel about a girl who fights to get what she wants.

Preface

A Woman and Two Men follows on directly from my previous book, We two boys Together Clinging. It tells of Tommy’s and Martin’s encounter with Eleanor, and is my first to use a woman as protagonist and narrator. However, in spite of living with a woman for two thirds of my life, I cannot claim to have much insight into female psychology. I only hope that Eleanor, the narrator and protagonist in the story does not come over to the reader as a scheming bitch who uses unladylike language. My intention is to portray her sympathetically as an intelligent woman who has a rational rather than emotional approach to sexual relations. Whether she is capable of loving a man deeply is not an issue that I want to address in this story. My personal view is that loving relations between men are deeper and longer-lasting than relations between the sexes, but that may well be a matter of individual differences. The Arabian proverb in P.C. Wren’s novel Beau Geste sums this up neatly: The love of a man for a woman waxes and wanes like the moon, but the love of brother for brother is steadfast as the stars and endures like the word of the prophet.

As in all my books, the characters are entirely imaginary, some places are real, others imaginary. Some institutions are real, others imaginary. All literary quotations and allusions are genuine. This book was originally published in four parts on the Literotica.com web site. The Appendix gives a list of characters mentioned in the book for the benefit of new (or confused) readers.

Books in this series by the same author

This book is volume 9 of a roman fleuve, and the series is best read in the order below

1. Surpassing the Love of Women

2. My Beloved is Mine, and I am His

3. Hug you Close and Keep you Warm

4. His Mouth is most Sweet

5. You must no Longer lie Alone

6. Come, let us in Affections Riot

7. If I with You all Night could Be

8. We Two Boys together Clinging

Chapter One

Introducing the Butterfield family

My name is Eleanor Butterfield. My father, Emeritus Professor the Rev. Charles Butterfield, did not marry until he was 48, so when I was 18 and about to go up to university, he was approaching retirement as a parish priest. We lived in the vicarage of a small country village and I attended a high-powered sixth-form college in the nearest town.

My father had had a chequered career. He had been educated at the University of Oxbridge, and when he graduated with a first class degree in theology, he remained to study for a Ph.D. He was appointed a junior fellow and on the basis of numerous scholarly publications was eventually elected a full fellow of his college. After a year’s sabbatical in which he received the necessary hands-on training to become a priest, he was ordained to a Fellowship of the college, first as a deacon and a year later as a priest. He continued to distinguish himself as a scholar and a few years later became a professor of theology in the University of Camford. His title was Hardwick Professor of Divinity, and he was attached as a professorial fellow to Saint Boniface’s College in Camford. During this time, he submitted his publications for a Doctorate of Divinity, which he successfully obtained.

There he met a 30-year-old PhD student with whom he fell in love and married. When my father was in his middle fifties, my grandfather died and left him a great deal of money, such that even after inheritance tax had been paid, he became a wealthy man. By now he was weary of the academic rat race and with my mother’s encouragement he resigned his chair and moved as a non-stipendiary priest to a parish in the gift of Saint Boniface’s College. The Bishop of Fitchey attempted to persuade him to take on half a dozen adjacent parishes as well, but my father was adamant that one parish was sufficient, as he wished to continue with his scholarly work at the same time as the pastoral care (cure of souls in traditional Anglican parlance) of the small village of Winksey in which we lived. As he was not on the diocesan payroll, the Bishop could not object to this. Dad’s ministry was happy and successful: he attended all the community activities that made up village life in Winksey, and in turn the villagers supported him at his church.

I was an only child and to my father’s surprise, I decided in my teens to follow in his footsteps and become a priest. Accordingly, it was to read theology that I entered Saint Boniface’s, my father’s old college in the University of Camford. I think I must have inherited his intelligence, because by the age of 16 I was joining in the discussions which frequently took place in our hospitable vicarage between my father and our numerous visitors, who were essentially academics, childhood friends and interesting people whom my father or mother had met in the previous 20 or 30 years. My father, though elderly, was by no means stodgy or old-fashioned. He fully approved of the ordination of women in the Church of England and was delighted that his daughter was going to follow in his footsteps.

In spite of all this rather old-fashioned-sounding background, my upbringing had been far from sheltered. Some of the guests who visited the vicarage were distinctly worldly, including actors and even a few politicians. My father in his private life never hesitated to use words that would be regarded by most people as unbecoming for a clergyman to say out loud, and although my mother put on disapproving expressions, she never objected to his use of coarse words within the family. She was just as clever as he was, but had to some extent sacrificed her career to his. However, she never seemed to regret this. What they both regretted, but were unable to do anything about, was the fact that they only had one child: me. This was in spite of what seems to me now (although as a child I never noticed it in detail but I suspected) to have been a very active sex life. It certainly seems that my father had decided to make up for all his years of celibacy, but to no avail! I was his sole success in the progeny stakes and all the more precious to my parents as a result.

I had had the disadvantage of attending an all-girls school up to the age of 16, and even in the sixth-form college I was so busy working for my exams that I had little time to spare for boyfriends. So a motive that was one of my priorities when I went up to Camford was to meet members of the opposite sex.

Chapter Two

Eleanor’s first Martinmas term at Camford

Winksey was not far from Camford and after a short train journey I arrived in Camford at the beginning of the Martinmas term one October early in the first decade of the twenty-first century. I found that I had been allocated a single room at the top of a staircase in the third quadrangle of Boni’s, as Saint Boniface’s College is known by most people in Camford. During the first week of term I signed up to join the college chapel choir. I had sung in the choir of Winksey church for as long as we had lived in the village and I had studied the piano up to grade 7. I had also at school chosen music as one of my A-level subjects.

Four freshmen joined the choir that year: two men and two women. It was with great interest that I examined the male members of the choir at the session in the beer-cellar that followed the first practice. One man who sang tenor in particular caught my attention. He had dark hair, worn fairly long, a nice face, was skinnily built and wore a commoner’s gown rather than a surplice. While the college did not stipulate particular dress for Sunday evening dinner, it was generally the practice to wear fairly formal clothes such as a suit, and shoes rather than sandals or trainers. This man was wearing an Italian designer suit. Later when he was wearing jeans I noticed that he had a significant bulge in the vicinity of his genitals, indicating that he might be well-hung! You might think that this is an unladylike thought for a clergyman’s daughter to have, but I have already explained that my upbringing was far from conventional and that colloquial, even crude language, was in use in our household.

Freshmen in the choir were the only first-years allowed to go with the rest of the choir into formal dinner on Sunday evenings after we had sung Evensong. I contrived to get a seat next but one to the well-hung man, whom I heard his neighbour call Tommy. It seemed that he was just back from Italy, where he had spent a year as an Erasmus student. After dinner it was the practice for the choir as a body to take coffee in the junior common