by Lee Dorsey
I looked at my watch. It was eleven o’clock. It was at least a forty-five minute ride to the airport. I stood, picked up my bag and gave Jenny a hug. I whispered in her ear, "I’ll miss you.”
She countered with, "I’ll miss you too.”
We walked to the front of the hotel. Just outside a cab was waiting. I kissed Jenny and got into the cab. As I looked out the back window as the cab was driving away, I noticed Jenny wiping away some tears.
When I arrived at the airport, I went directly to the counter and got my boarding pass. Then I went through security. From there I located my boarding area. I found a phone and placed a call home. My mother answered. "Hi. I’m going to be leaving New York at one o’clock. I should be arriving in Kansas City around three o’clock your time. I’ll call you as soon as I’m on the ground.”
"I’ll be there or I’ll send Helen. She comes by everyday inquiring as to when you will be returning. If she stops by today, I’ll ask her to pick you up, otherwise, I will. Be safe. I’ll see you when you get back. I love you.” We hung up the phone.
I nearly had forgotten about Helen. I thought back on our brief sexual experience on the day I graduated. I began hoping it would be Helen who would pick me up at the airport.
My flight left on time. I had brought a good book and before I knew it, we were preparing to land. As soon as I got into the airport proper, I placed a call to the house. My mother answered. She said that just after I called her, Helen had come by the house. My mother gave her the arrival information. She said that she would take care of picking me up. I asked my mother what kind of car she drives. My mother didn’t know. That was going to cause a minor problem, but at least Helen knew the airline I would be arriving.
I didn’t have to go down to luggage retrieval since I just had a carryon. I walked directly to the front of the airport and walked to the outside island. I began to watch all the cars as they slowly drove by. A relatively new red Corvette caught my eye. Driving the car was Helen. I waved and she pulled to the curb. She popped the trunk. I put my suitcase in and I closed the lid. I walked around and got in the car. Helen reached across and we kissed. Helen drove off.
After a minute, she said, "Where to?”
"I could go for an early dinner. Do you know any good restaurants?” I inquired.
"As a matter of fact I do. A guy I know just started there as a waiter for the summer. You may know him. He attends the community college.”
"What’s his name?”
"Brad,” she replied.
"Brad?” I took a slight pause. "You don’t mean Brad Higgins?”
"Yes, why do you know him?”
"I saw him on graduation day at a party. I’ve seen him around the school a few times, but it was the first time I ever spoke with him. He’s a pretty nice guy. How long have you known him?”
"I’ve known him since the beginning of last semester. I like him because he takes me to nice places. He’s been after me to go to bed with him, but until now I’ve refused. Once you go to bed with someone, the relationship usually takes off in a different direction. Since I met you, I’m not sure of my sexual orientation. I’m glad you’re here so we can pick up where we left off.”
I took another pause. Then I said, "I enjoy having sex with both men and women. It’s the best of both worlds. I wouldn’t turn my back on either.”
"Are you saying that the next time he comes on to me, I should give it a try?” she inquired.
"You mean you’ve never been to bed with a man?” I incredulously asked.
She looked straight ahead as we drove toward the restaurant. "You were my first sexual experience.”
The thought suddenly ran through my head, "I took this young woman’s virginity.” I was beginning to get a guilt complex. I decided to change the subject. "Where did you get this expensive car?”
"One of my mother’s boyfriends gave it to me for my birthday,” she replied.
"How many boyfriends does your mother have? I inquired.
"Right now she has three, but there have been more. The ones she has now are regulars. Every once in a while another one will come around for a night.”
"I take it that your father isn’t around.”
"My mother and father divorced when I was ten. He married his secretary. I see him once in a while, but his new wife doesn’t like me. So I don’t go over to his house very often. The men my mother sees now are very nice to me. They give me nice gifts. Like the car we are currently driving in,” she said without a hesitation of regret.
I had never been to this particular restaurant, but I heard all kinds of good things about it. As we walked through the door, we were greeted by a young woman who inquired as to how many were in our party. When we told her it was just the two of us, she had us follow her. She showed us a table in the corner of the dining room. Since it was relatively early, the restaurant was sparsely occupied. When I looked up, I saw Brad walking toward our table. He was wearing a formal suit that was appropriate for a waiter in an upscale restaurant. He stopped at our table and looked down upon us.
"I didn’t know that the two of you were acquainted,” he said with a smile.
Neither of us responded to his statement. I kept my eyes glued to the drink menu. Helen on the other hand informed him that we were old friends and neighbors. I looked up at him and placed my drink order. Helen ordered the same wine as me.
"Why don’t I bring the two of you a bottle? It would be more economical,” he said in his professional delivery.
"That’s a good idea,” I spoke out. "Thank you for the suggestion.” He left our table to get the wine. After several seconds, I said, "How long have you been seeing him?”
"I began dating him at the beginning of last semester. He took me to a cast party for a play at the college. He’s like most guys I know, if they get the chance, they’ll take you to bed in a heartbeat. I’ve never encouraged him and he wasn’t persistent.”
Brad returned with the wine. He opened it at the table. He poured a small amount into my glass. I tasted the wine and approved. He filled my glass half full and repeated the pouring into Helen’s glass. Then he asked us if we were ready to order. I requested that he give us a few more minutes to look over the menu. He put the bottle of wine in a cooler and walked away.
Helen had slipped out of her shoes. She began to rub her foot up the calf of my leg. I looked over at her. She had a lusty look in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. I was intent on accommodating her later. If she would have been sitting closer to me, I would have put my hand up her dress and massaged that beautiful vagina of hers. But for right now, I was intent on getting a good meal and having a few glasses of wine.
Brad returned to the table and took our order. As he was walking away I took note of his cute little ass. The thought crossed my mind that it would be exciting to have Brad and Helen together this evening. It would take me back to the time when I would engage with Claire and Anthony in one of our ménage a’ trios. The more I thought about it, the more excited I was becoming. I could feel myself getting wet.
I leaned into Helen and whispered, "Let’s have Brad join us tonight. You’ll get a new experience and it’ll be fun. What do you say?”
She took a slight pause. "I would prefer to have a one on one with you. I’ve been looking forward to our getting together since you left for New York.”
I took a sip of my wine. Then I reached across the table and took her hand. "In my opinion, you are cheating yourself by not at least trying one sexual experience with a man. Once you’ve had the experience and don’t feel that it’s for you, then cross it off of your things to do.”
"I’ll give it a try. It’s just what I know about a man’s body, I find repulsive,” she said with a conviction.
I decided to change the subject for the time being. "What do think of the wine?”
She didn’t answer my mundane question. Her eyes fixed on the wine glass and diverted them away from me. Looking up she said, "It’s just I want so much to expe
rience what we had in your bedroom several days ago. It was one of the most exciting and fulfilling set of emotions I have ever had.”
Brad returned to the table and brought our appetizers. He inquired about how we liked the wine. I gave him a thumb up. We sat quietly eating for several minutes.
Helen broke the silence. "Did you find a place to live in New York?”
"Yes. I located a delightful Brown Stone house in Brooklyn. I am sharing it with a woman I met on the plane. She is also going to be studying theater at another Broadway Theater. She is waiting for the furniture to be delivered before moving into the house.”
"Do you think at some point I can come to New York and spend a weekend with you?”
"After I’m there for a while and get oriented, I’ll invite you to come for a long weekend. You can get a feeling for the city and determine if that’s what you want to do when you graduate from the community college.”
"Your roommate won’t mind my visiting?” she inquired.
"Why should she? She’s my roommate, not my lover,” I said with an air of conviction. She smiled. I knew deep down I couldn’t have her come to New York for a weekend as long as Jenny was my roommate. I didn’t need that kind of real life drama in my life. Brad returning to the table with our main course broke my train of thought. He placed the food in front of us. He asked if he could get us anything else. I looked up at him. "Yes, there is one thing. What time do you get off from work tonight?”
"My shift ends at nine o’clock. Why do you ask?” he said with an inquisitive look.
"Helen and I were wondering if you would like to party with us later.”
"That sounds like a plan. Where do you want to have this party?” he asked with a smile.
"I was thinking your apartment is as good a place as any. Is that alright with you?” I questioned.
"It’s perfect. I’ve been trying to convince Helen to come over for several weeks without any success. Give me chance to get home and straighten up. I would also like to take a shower. I’ve been working since one o’clock this afternoon. My clothes smell like half the entrée’s on the menu.”
"Let’s plan on being at your apartment at ten-thirty,” I told him.
"That’s perfect. If you like the wine you had for dinner tonight, I’ll bring a few bottles home with me,” he suggested.
"Perfect! We’ll see you at ten-thirty.”
When Brad walked away from the table Helen said, "I’ll try this, but I don’t think it’s for me.”
"You’ll never know until you try it at least once. You owe that much to yourself,” I assured her. After we finished our dinner, we sat quietly drinking our wine and looking into each other’s eyes.
When we left the restaurant, I had Helen drop me off at my house. I wanted to spend some time with my mother and give her a rundown on my trip to New York.
After I arrived home, my mother sat and listened to my experiences in the Big Apple. I told her about my meeting with the Director of the school and the scheduled audition I have in three weeks. I also told her about meeting Jenny, the Brown Stone house in Brooklyn, and how I plan to decorate it. She listened intently. My mother always wanted to do something like what I was about to do. But early in her life, she got pregnant with me and spent the next twenty-two years accommodating my every wish. I could tell she was excited for me. At the same time, there was a sense of sadness. That was due to the fact that she never accomplished anything on her own.
After spending two hours going over all the details of my trip, I went up to my room and took a shower. Helen was scheduled to pick me up at ten o’clock. I put on some casual clothes, packed my diaphragm and put a package of condoms in my purse. I was sure that Helen didn’t have any birth control devices, so I thought it was my responsibility to provide them. I heard the doorbell. I knew that it must be Helen. I could see the front door from the top of the stairs. I came down and opened it. She looked absolutely stunning standing in front of me. "Let’s go,” I said. We walked down the walkway and got into her car. She had the top down. It was a beautiful warm night for a ride in a Corvette. It was about a twenty minute ride from my house to Brad’s. Helen had never been there, so I directed her to the underground garage beneath Brad’s apartment building. We parked the car and took the elevator to the fifth floor.
When we got off the elevator, we turned left and walked to the end of the hallway where Brad’s apartment was located. I knocked on the door. Brad opened it wide. There was a big smile on his face. He look like a little boy who was about to get some candy. He was wearing a bathrobe.
"Come in ladies,” he said.
I entered first and we walked into the living room. Draped across the sofa were two more bathrobes.
"May I get you something to drink?” he inquired.
"I’ll have a glass of that wine you mentioned at the restaurant.”
Helen said she would have the same. He took a bottle out of a box that was sitting on the dining room table. He had preset three wine glasses on the coffee table. He opened the wine and poured each of us a glass.
"I would like to make a suggestion,” he said. I broke out bathrobes for the two of you to wear. You may use the bedroom to change if you like.”
He handed each of us one of the bathrobes. I knew where the bedroom was from my last visit. I turned to Helen and indicated for her to follow me. There were two overstuffed chairs on each side of the room. Helen and I stood on front of each chair and removed all of our clothes. We put the bathrobes on and proceeded back to the living room. Helen and I sat on one of the sofas and Brad sat on the other facing us. "Before we get started with this party,” I said. "Have you ever had two women at the same time?”
With a twinkle in his eye, "Why do you ask?”
"I just want to be assured that Helen and I aren’t wasting our time. Helen is new to these kinds of parties, but I fully expect to get off. I would like to suggest that if you’re not up to the task, tell us now and we’ll be on our way.”
"I pride myself on getting women off. It’s one of my many talents,” he assured me.
"When was the last time you serviced two women at the same time?” I asked as if I were interviewing him for an important position in my company.
"I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never had two women at the same time, but I’m very confident that I’m up to the job.” He took a slight pause, and then he said, "Look, it isn’t as if you’re paying me. This is all for yours and my satisfaction.”
"You’re right. How about refreshing my wine?”
He took the cork from the wine bottle. He poured Helen and me wine to the rim of each of our glasses. Things got quiet. The three of us sat sipping our wine and staring at each other. I could sense Helen’s tenseness. She had never been with a man before and I could tell she wasn’t sure she wanted to be with one now. She was my responsibility. I was determined that this was going to be a good experience for her. Whether or not she pursues men in the future remains to be seen. However, I didn’t want it to be a painful memory for her. We drank our wine slowly. When we were finished, we deposited the glasses on the coffee table.
Brad set his wine glass down and announced that he was ready. We all stood and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Before we arrived, Brad had removed the covers from the bed and exposed the sheets. I put my arm around Helen and guided her onto the bed. I reached around her and removed the bathrobe. Then I released the tie on mine. Brad was standing at the foot of the bed. Helen and I moved onto the bed and slid down on our stomachs. Brad climbed onto the bed and rested his body equally on both of our bodies. He began to kiss us on the back of our necks. His penis was resting on my right cheek. I could feel it getting erect. I rolled over on my side. I placed my hand around his hard dick. I put my other arm under the neck of Helen and turned her to face me. I put my lips on hers. We kissed. I turned to Brad. "I want you to do me from the back. I handed him a condom. I moved down the bed and put my body on all fours. At the same time, I put my face
down between Helen’s thighs. Brad rubbed his penis in a sliding motion against my vagina. I was rapidly getting wet. He took his manhood in hand and guided it in me. Brad had a nice dick. It was thick and long. He was well endowed. He began an in and out movement. His penis was rubbing against my clit. I was building toward an orgasm. I placed my lips around Helen’s clit and began sucking. She closed her thighs around my head. She was in the throes of coming. She was moving her vulva deep into my face. The liquid she was producing was more than adequate to take Brad’s penis. After she had an orgasm, I rose up and said to her, "It’s your turn.” I turned over. Helen reluctantly got onto her hands and knees. I reminded Brad to be gentle. I said to Helen, "Concentrate on me.” Brad put his penis in Helen a little at a time. He had placed his hands on her hips and was guiding his penis slowly into her. I put my hands in back of her head. I moved her face down between my legs. "Use your tongue,” I commanded. At this point Brad had completely entered her. He was moving in and out. His penis was rubbing against her clit. I could tell from the action she was giving me, she was enjoying Brad’s movements. With the three of us in perfect rhythm, it was inevitable that we were going to reach a simultaneous orgasm. I was the first to explode. I shot a perfusion of liquid all over Helen’s face. Her body was beginning to vibrate. Brad had picked up his pace. He was slamming his penis deep inside of Helen. Brad and Helen came together. After he deposited his complete load, he slumped over Helen’s body. She took one last sucking action on my clit as she ceased her movement as well. The three of us lay in those positions for what seemed like an eternity.
I had a need to take a shower. I released Helen from my vulva and rolled to the side of the bed. Brad was still draped over Helen as she lay supine. There was a bathroom off the bedroom. I walked in and stood in the shower. I turned on the water. I began to soap down. As I was enjoying the shower, the door opened. Brad and Helen joined me. We all concluded it was a successful evening. There was only one thing now left to do. Drink the rest of that wine.