Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1)

by Ted Persinger

  I noticed Keiko and David were looking at pictures on the wall. I assumed Keiko was talking to him about something as well. I hadn’t yet spoken directly to Mark, though we had talked together as part of group conversation. Without thinking about it, I found him standing next to me. His deep voice startled me.

  “So this is really your first time, Rachel?” he asked. When I looked at him, his light blue eyes were looking directly into mine. His red hair had fallen down over his forehead. He needed a haircut, I thought, as he looked like his hair had been short before and grew out unevenly. He towered over me.

  “Yeah. I’m sorry…I might be a bit of a bore…”

  “No, not at all. In fact, someone’s first time is a big deal in the swinging world.”

  “Really?”

  “It’s kinda like taking someone’s virginity. We’ve all had our first time, and we try to make it a pleasant experience, if possible.”

  “Ah, I didn’t know that.” Why hadn’t David told me that?

  “So you just relax. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. I mean, I’d like to…you’re a very beautiful woman. But if you just say the word, we stop immediately and this just turns into drinks with friends.” His manly voice and smile made me feel warm. He was so handsome that I couldn’t help but feel excited by his presence.

  “Thanks, Mark. That helps.” And it did, coming from the person I guess I was supposed to have sex with that night. That was part of the drama for me, I think, the expectations. Knowing they weren’t there made it easier on me.

  “Sometimes it helps if we just play with the person who brought us.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Well, sometimes swinging starts with just being with your regular partner…you and David, and me and Keiko. Then if you feel comfortable we can do a soft swap and work from there.”

  “That might make it easier. I have to say this is not the way I’ve ever had sex with another person.”

  “Yeah! I know what you mean. It’s all a bit awkward, especially at first. Normal relationships start with the mutual attraction and work from there. These swings are a bit different, as they start with sex in mind.”

  “Yes, I guess that’s why it feels so weird. I would usually expect a man to take me to dinner a few times before we ended up having sex.”

  Mark laughed, a deep roar of a laugh. “Yeah! Well, if it helps we can order some takeout to get you started.”

  I laughed back, and it felt good to laugh with a strong, handsome man. And he really was handsome, in a square-jawed, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced way. What woman wouldn’t be attracted to a man like that? His confidence was incredibly sexy, and his physical power was a bit intimidating. Aren’t all women both appreciative and yet intimidated by a man’s physical power? Mark was bigger and stronger than any man I had met up to that point in my life. He was a force, that one.

  David and Keiko returned. They stood there regarding us.

  Mark spoke again. “So here’s what I’m thinking. When Rachel’s ready, why don’t we start with our regular partners, and then see what happens from there?”

  Now the tension was building again. We were actually planning our sexual congress. My heart started to beat quickly. David nodded agreement. Keiko’s eyes questioned mine, and I smiled and nodded in reply.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” I said. Keiko and I exchanged a nonverbal conversation, and I reassured her with my look that I was ready.

  That was a leap of faith. Another jump. Another plunge into darkness. What would I find tonight? I had the sense that my life would never be the same. Would I sprout wings and fly? Or would I dash myself on the jagged rocks below?

  19

  We took our wineglasses into the bedroom. I nervously stood by David, almost hiding behind him. Mark and Keiko stood on the other side of the bed from us, like we were choosing sides in a battle. We put our glasses down on the nightstand. David looked at me and smiled, and then lowered his head down and kissed me. His kisses were always so warm. I relaxed, if just a bit. We sat on the bed and continued to kiss. Another couple was kissing just a couple feet from me, but my eyes stayed closed, as if I were pretending they weren’t there. I could hear them kissing, and then a soft giggle from Keiko. I felt the bed move as they moved.

  David’s warm hands began to explore my body. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, and when he touched me my pulse accelerated. My heart beat so loudly that I wondered if everybody could hear it. Yet, his hands were so warm and strong, and I began to surrender to him. His touch made me feel at one with him. I put my hands behind his neck and pulled him against me. Our tongues intertwined, and our bodies began to merge.

  I could feel him begin to tug at my blouse. He started with the buttons, and had a bit of difficulty. I moved away just a bit and helped him. As my blouse opened, his hands moved to my breasts. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. My cool skin was warmed by his touch, which was now burning hot. That warmth emanated through my body. He tugged at my nipples, gently at first, then harder. I felt my breasts swelling, and I was getting moist. I don’t know if it was the sexuality of what was happening, but I was feeling hot and getting hotter.

  David lowered his mouth down to my breasts, and took my nipple in his mouth. My breathing came faster now. I couldn’t help but peek over at the couple just a few feet away from us. Keiko was already topless, and she was standing in front of Mark who was helping her step out of her black skirt and panties. She was now completely naked. I had seen her naked before, but this time I wasn’t a passive observer.

  Her body was so slender, and her skin so white. Her breasts were small, but upturned. Her nipples were hard, and Mark now took them in his mouth. Her soft mound of dark black hair contrasted with her very light skin. Though I couldn’t see all of her past the massive shoulders of her husband, I could easily see she was beautiful. She seemed even more beautiful than she had in the Trojan. I had never considered myself to have any attraction to women in any way, but I couldn’t ignore that she was beautiful. I guess I was staring, because she looked over at me, caught my eyes, and smiled at me. Her eyes then questioned mine, as if to ask, “Are you okay?” I smiled back at her and nodded. I turned my attention back to David, as I felt self-conscious about looking at her.

  Seeing Keiko’s naked, lovely body had fired me up a bit, though. I pushed David back and began to unbutton his shirt. I tore at the buttons, and kissed the skin I exposed. His dark skin and manly odor made my hormones rage. I wanted him…now. The contrast of his dark, lean, manly frame to Keiko’s soft, white, delicate body was entrancing. As I kissed my way down David, I peeked over at her, and again saw her beautiful, slender body, so small and delicate next to the giant who was her husband. He was pulling off his own shirt, and his wide, muscular back dwarfed his tiny wife. Mark’s skin was as pale as hers, but he was freckled, whereas she was as smooth and clear as carved alabaster.

  I unbuckled David’s pants, and fought them down his legs. I wanted him naked and on me. I know now that I had found Keiko attractive and sexy, and to prove myself still a “woman” (whatever that meant) I wanted to have a man’s body. Once his pants were off, I yanked down his boxers. He was already nearly fully hard, but I knelt in front of him and took him in my mouth. I did so heatedly, and I heard David hiss his pleasure and surprise at me. His hardness made me feel aggressive. Angry. I took him in with all I had and grabbed his hips to guide him. I wanted him to make me into a woman with his rough body. I wanted to be lost in his strong arms. I wanted to feel his hotness inside me. I wanted him to break me over and over.

  But then my eyes drifted over to Keiko. Mark had laid her down on the bed, and his mouth was between her legs. The top of her head was toward me. As he pleasured her, her body arched and squirmed. Her shoulders and upturned breasts twisted under Mark’s efforts. Her head tilted back, and I could see her eyes rolling in pleasure. He already had her near the brink.

  I pushed David back
on the bed. He and Keiko were parallel, with his head near her opened left leg. I climbed on top of him, and pushed myself down on his hard manhood. My knee was right next to Keiko’s head. I couldn’t help but look down and see her gorgeous body. She had her hands in her husband’s hair, and she was pushing herself against his face. Mark was licking voraciously, and his slurping sounds only increased my now maddening desire.

  I looked back to David, and his eyes were already on mine. He gave me a large smile. He knew what I had been doing. He knew that I had been admiring a beautiful woman’s body. I have to admit that made me feel guilt and shame a bit. I was a straight woman. I was a good Christian girl. I was raised in a loving home. Yet here I was admiring her slender curves, her delicate breasts, her beautiful, smooth thighs. I now had something to prove.

  I began to throw myself down on David. I ground my hips onto him, and took all of him I could. My clitoris rubbing on his crotch produced so much pleasure I felt the tingling, burning sensation of an orgasm building quickly. I put my hands on his belly. I lifted my head up. I started riding those boiling hot waves churning inside me. I ground down with all I had. I was completely full of his hardness. The orgasm burned to be let free. Just before I let it go, I turned to look at Keiko again.

  Her eyes were smiling up at me. As I started to let my orgasm go, I felt her cool, soft hand touch my right breast. No woman had ever touched me that way, but I wasn’t shocked or angry. Instead, my orgasm took control of me, and it crashed through my body like breaking waves in front of a hurricane. Those burning hot and cold waves of pleasure raced through me and set my body twitching, and my hair whipped around me. I didn’t yelp, but shrieked with pleasure. I roared like a tigress. The soft hand pulled on my nipple, and then squeezed my breast. And the orgasm continued…I let it wash over me. I let myself disappear within it. The waves hit me so hard I eventually collapsed down on David. Keiko’s hand now smoothed the sweat on my back. Her soft, gentle hand moved across my skin, cooling me and relaxing me.

  And then Mark was on top of her, and her hand left my body and grabbed his big shoulders. He was such a large man that he seemed to be a giant on that bed. His shoulders bumped my hips. Keiko had to spread her legs wide to accept him. His large, athletic muscles rippled under his tight skin. With my face near David’s I could see Mark penetrating Keiko’s small opening. Our bodies all rubbed together. Mark’s penetrations shook the bed violently, like a ship tossed by a storm at sea.

  Mark and Keiko were also a study in contrasts. His massive, muscular, freckled body seemed to consume her tiny, white, porcelain frame. If he was a tiger, she was a little white rabbit. His powerful movements rocked us so hard that I almost feared for little Keiko. He was too big to be doing that to her, but her grunts and groans proved she didn’t mind.

  I smelled their sex. I heard the wet slapping of their joining. Mark’s muscular body ground against David and I, and his sex was just inches from my face, as was Keiko’s soft, white thigh. I felt like moving. I wanted to move. But I couldn’t. I just lay there on top of David, staring at Mark and Keiko’s bodies together. Feeling their joining. Seeing his manhood appear and then disappear inside of her. I could smell her tangy scent. I could smell his musky genitals. His large balls slapped against her butt. I was frozen. It was like I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

  David nudged me to move. He then turned me around, and laid me next to Keiko. My head was now next to hers. I opened myself to him, and this caused my legs to intertwine with Keiko’s. She hooked her calf over mine. Our thighs and hips rubbed against each other. I didn’t look at her…I was afraid what that might mean. David lowered himself onto me. He and Mark were bumping shoulders. He pushed himself into me, and I felt the stretching fullness I loved so much. I felt the electricity of touch. My thighs against hers added to the tension and increased my excitement. My mind wanted to revolt. This was a woman’s thigh I was rubbing against! I’m a straight woman. Yet the softness of her skin felt so good. Her cool body contrasted strongly with the heat of David’s. And Mark’s.

  I tried to lock eyes on David and his body above me, but found my gaze drifting to the broad shoulders next to us. He was so large. So strong. So powerful. His large muscles rippled as he pushed himself into his wife. His chest was massive and broad, almost unreally so. His stomach muscles stood out like those of a statue. He was a copper-haired Adonis. The woman in me was so attracted to his hard, muscular, powerful body. I found myself looking at him longer than I was looking at David. Both men were so beautiful in their own way.

  I had a marvelous study in contrasts in that moment. Mark was white-skinned and copper haired. He was as bright as the morning sun. He consumed space. His gravity was powerful, just like a giant star. David, though, was lean and dark and angular. He was the moon. He was shadow. David and Mark were polar twins, from opposite worlds. And just like the sun and moon, their forces pulled on me. Threw the ocean to my shores. Made seasons within me. It was an immense moment in my life, there in bed with these men. I was never the same. How could you go back to dating some regular guy after having been in bed with these two beautiful men? How would Harold the baker or Bill the plumber ever do anything for me? How would I go back to a guy with a nine-to-five job driving a truck or hanging sheetrock?

  And, I wonder now, did Mark and David view Keiko and I the same? Were we polar twins? I was tall, lanky, dark skinned and wild-haired. Keiko was small, delicate, white skinned and straight-haired. We too might have presented those contrasts for those men…there in that bed, so many years ago. Perhaps they enjoyed our contrasts as much as I enjoyed theirs.

  “How do you…feel…Rachel?” I heard Keiko say next to me. She was panting her words between Mark’s driving thrusts.

  I turned my head and our faces were inches apart. Our gasps mixed together. “Good. It’s so good.” I was feeling the buildup to another orgasm.

  “It’s great, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah…great…”

  And then she kissed me.

  It happened so quickly. Her soft, wet lips met mine. I should have immediately shrieked. I should have immediately demanded a stop to this. Straight women don’t do this! But I didn’t. Instead, I kissed her back. Her lips felt so sweet and wet. Our lips met and pulled on each other. Then her small, wet tongue entered my mouth. All around me was quiet. I could no longer hear the slapping and grunting of the men between our legs. I could no longer smell the heat and tangy sex smells. I could only feel her mouth on mine. Her softness. Her femininity. Delicate wet lips on mine.

  And we kissed. She put her small hand on my cheek, and pulled my mouth onto hers. Reflexively, I put my hand on her, and my hand landed on her soft breast. I didn’t recoil, as I would have thought I would. Instead, I squeezed her soft, pert breast. I pulled gently on her nipple. I moved my hand over her lovely, soft breast. And I loved the new feeling. It was different than I had felt with a man…with David. It was a whole new set of sensations. And it wasn’t bad at all.

  Then my orgasm started, and I could not hold it back. Keiko felt me groaning in her mouth, and she reached over to my breasts. She inched herself over, pushing her husband off of her. She turned over, and her mouth was on my right breast; her soft hand was on my left. Her soft tongue hit my nipple and I exploded.

  I felt meteor showers inside me, and they ripped through my body and mind. I looked down and saw this beautiful woman on my nipple, but her smiling eyes upturned to mine. It felt so dirty yet so natural at the same time. And my orgasm was like I had never felt before: the heat and hardness between my legs, the softness and coolness on my breasts. It was like two different orgasms blending into one. I arched and twisted my body. I cried. I screamed and bucked. I pushed against David, but it was my mind that was experiencing the most pleasure. David was an afterthought…penetration where I needed it, but my mind was on…her. The roaring flames in my mind and body bore her image. The sparks and torrents tearing through me knew about the soft touch on my body.

>   As I came down, I saw Keiko’s eyes again. She was riding me down those last few waves, and helping me feel the last of them. She knew how I felt. She knew how my orgasm had burned within me. She and I experienced that one together.

  “Good one, Rachel?” she asked.

  “Yeah…intense,” I panted.

  “Good, honey.” And then she kissed me on the lips again. I kissed back, and I loved it. Then she was on her back again, focusing on her husband. I looked back to David, and his eyes were burning into mine. I could see the same expression I had seen when we had sex in Central Park. He was on fire. His face was dripping sweat.

  But now my thoughts were back to Keiko. She was enjoying her husband’s penetrations, but she seemed like she was far away from an orgasm. I wanted to help her achieve what I had just experienced. I wanted to give back what was given to me. I had never done anything like this, but I knew I wanted to. Wanted her. Wanted.

  “Keiko, I want you to come too,” I whispered to her. David was now a thousand miles away to me.

  “I’m getting there…”

  “I want you to come now,” I demanded, as if that would work.

  “Then kiss me, Rachel.”

  And I did. I pushed David out of me. He fell out with a wet sound. I moved over to Keiko, and she was waiting for me with open arms. Mark lifted up as much as he could, but his wet chest slapped against my shoulder. My mouth met hers again. I was kissing her…hard. My tongue pushed into her mouth. It felt so good to kiss her soft lips with passion. My hand was on her soft breast. I squeezed her hard nipple and worked her breast in my hand.

  I was in a fever. There was only her and me. I was kissing and squeezing. I felt her beginning to build her own orgasm.

  I felt David try to move behind me, but I closed myself to him. This was about Keiko and me. She began to pant regularly. I wanted her to have what I had. I put my mouth down to her small breast, and took the nipple into my mouth. Then I was on the other breast.