by Lee Dorsey
I handed him the wine. I had poured a glass for myself and sat down across from him. Jenny walked back into the kitchen. "Jenny is the cook in this duo. I’m glad you find the house pleasing. We have only been here a short period of time. We are both from Kansas. We’ve come to New York to go to school.”
"Which school are you going to attend?” he inquired.
"We have been accepted at one of the schools run by a Broadway Theater. After graduation, we both intend to become professional actresses,” I informed him.
"Yes, I’ve heard of those schools. I understand they have very good results. I was speaking with a Broadway actress a few weeks ago. She told me she had graduated from one. She won a Tony Award last year for a play she was in on Broadway.”
At that moment, Jenny entered the room. She began putting the food on the table. "The two of you might want to move to the table. I’ll have the rest of the dinner on the table in a few seconds.”
"Do you need any help?” I asked.
"Just sit down and entertain our guest. I’ve got everything under control,” she said as she walked back into the kitchen.
I motioned to Ted to sit at the head of the table. Jenny and I intended to sit on either side of him. I poured another generous amount of wine into his glass. Jenny re-entered the room. She placed the remainder of dinner on the table. After we were all established in our respective places at the table, we began to pass around the serving dishes. Jenny had prepared a delicious pork loin complemented by mashed potatoes, green beans and broccoli. After I had filled my plate, I commented how delicious the dinner looked. Ted commented favorably as well.
"I haven’t had home cooking since I can’t remember when,” he said.
After a lull in the conversation, I asked, "How long have you been working for the helicopter company?”
"It’s been seven years. Alan, the other pilot, learned his trade in the military. I went to a civilian school to learn to fly when I was seventeen. Then I served in the military for four years. I flew Med Copters in Iraq. The one thing that’s different flying in New York from Iraq is that you don’t have anyone shooting at you.” He took a short pause. "Well, most of the time anyway.”
I took a drink of my wine. "Do you mind my asking how old you are?”
"No, I don’t mine. I’ll be thirty two my next birthday.” He took a big drink of his wine.
I reached across the table and refilled his glass. I filled up Jenny’s glass as well. Jenny gave me a look as if she knew what I was doing. I gave her a wink. "So, tell me Ted, do you have a lady in your life? A handsome man like you must meet many eligible women everyday flying those helicopters.”
"Yes, I do, but I have to conduct myself in a professional manner. I have to confess that you were the first woman to invite me to spend time with her after a helicopter ride.” He took a slight pause. "Jenny, I would like to congratulate you on this delicious dinner.”
Jenny put her eyes down, smiled and said, "Thank you.”
"You know, we’re practically neighbors. I only live a mile from here,” Ted informed us.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?” I inquired.
"No. Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s are my normal days off. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to be drinking wine with you this evening. I have a policy not to drink any alcoholic beverages twenty-four hours before I fly. It’s something I carried over from my military days. Commercial regulations only require a twelve-hour abstemious,” he noted.
"I’m glad there wasn’t anything to keep you from having a good time this evening,” I said in a flirtatious manner.”
Ted held his glass high and said, "I’ll drink to that.”
When he finished drinking, I filled his glass again. I repeated filling his glass every time he would take a drink of wine. When we finished our meal, Jenny cleared the table. And then she placed a cherry pie in the middle of the table and walked back into the kitchen. After a minute, she came back into the room with a bowl of ice cream. She sliced the pie, topped it with the ice cream and served it. Our conversation discontinued briefly while we enjoyed the dessert. When we finished, I opened another bottle of wine. The conversation turned toward flying helicopters. Ted entertained us with several of his military aviation stories. I estimated he had drunk about a bottle and a half of wine. His speech became a little slurred.
Then I turned the conversation toward having sex. "Just out of curiosity, Ted, do you have an active sex life?”
He took a cautious pause, and then he said, "I don’t have a steady girlfriend if that’s what you’re asking, but I haven’t taken the vow of chastity.”
I took a pause and looked at Jenny. Then I looked right at Ted and said, "I’m going to level with you, Ted. The main reason I invited you here tonight was to learn if you would be interested in becoming the male part of our triangle. Jenny and I have a sexual relationship. Jenny has never had a man. On the other hand, I have on several occasions. What do you think about having sex with two attractive women at one time? Could you be up for that?” I maintained eye contact with him as I finished the sentence.
He looked down at the table. Then he looked over at Jenny for her reaction. I was proud of her, she smiled. Then she began to clear the table of the dessert dishes.
"I never had that kind of experience, but yes, I think I could manage it.” He took another pause and then he said, "I’m going to confess something to you. I always had a fantasy of becoming a sex slave to a woman.”
I had the feeling he wouldn’t be admitting that bit of information if I hadn’t plied him full of wine. I put my hand over his and said, "Then you’ve come to the right place.” With that I stood and not releasing my hand from his, "Come, let us show you the playroom.” Jenny had come back into the room. We led him upstairs. We all walked into my room. I turned to Jenny. "Remove the covers.” She did as I requested. Then I turned my attention to Ted. "Ted, I am going to begin to give you directions that I insist you carry out. First, I want you to strip off all of your clothes.”
As he was undressing, I looked over at Jenny. I signaled her to get undressed as well. I was the last one to begin undressing, but I was the first one to be completely nude.
I wanted to ensure that Jenny have a pleasurable experience. I decided that I would take charge of the situation. "We are going to begin by having you slowly and carefully mount Jenny,” I said. He looked at Jenny’s young sexy body. I instructed Jenny to get up on the bed and lie on her back. I turned to Ted. "Have you ever had a virgin?” I inquired.
"Yes, once when I was a teenager,” he responded.
"I want you to remember that neither Jenny nor you are teenagers. I want you to go slow and gentle. If you hurt her, it could ruin our getting together in the future,” I instructed him.
Jenny was lying on the bed with her legs closed. Ted climbed onto the bed and looked down at Jenny. As he was kneeling there, I had an epiphany. "Ted, have you ever had oral sex with a woman?” I asked.
He looked down at Jenny’s vagina. Then he softly answered in the affirmative. I suggested that he begin by going down on her. He placed his body so her legs were over his shoulders. He began by kissing her thighs as he moved in toward the vulva. I watched Jenny as she was expecting his mouth to get close to her womanhood. When his lips touched her, she released an audible moan. I knelt on the bed next to them. I leaned into Jenny and kissed her on the lips as I massaged her breasts. She had moved her hands behind Ted’s head. She was directing his movements. I looked down at Ted and said, "That’s very good, Ted. You’re doing a good job.” I could tell that Ted was more experienced in cunnilingus than he admitted. Jenny was on the verge of an orgasm. When she finally released, she washed Ted’s face in her feminine nectar. After a moment, he pulled back and looked up at me. I indicated that he should move up on her.
He was sporting a good size erection. I handed him a condom. He slipped it on. With his hand, he placed his penis just below her pubic hair. Slowly, he moved his manhood past her folds a
nd into the vaginal opening. I had to give him an ‘A’ for being gentle. He navigated his penis in and out until he was buried in her. I glanced at her face while Ted was doing his work. I could tell that Jenny was euphoric. Ted eventually picked up the pace of his thrusts and Jenny began thrashing around in the bed. It seemed like everything exploded at once. They both reached an incredible orgasm simultaneously.
I let them enjoy the moment, but I was in need of a sexual release as well. Finally, I lay down next to Jenny and opened my legs. "Which one of you is going to do me the honor?” I said in a commanding voice. Neither of them moved immediately. "Ted, since you’re my sex slave, I command you to please me. Ted moved over in the bed and placed himself between my legs. I pulled my thighs up and locked them over each of his facial cheeks. With my right hand firmly behind his head, I moved his mouth down to meet my waiting vulva. As he made contact, his tongue immediately touched my clit which was already swollen from watching all of the sexual activity between Ted and Jenny. I began to give him verbal commands. With two fingers, he penetrated my vaginal canal as he licked and sucked my clit. I held his head between my thighs in a death grip.
After my first orgasm, I released him. I handed him the condom I was holding in my hand. He rose up. He removed the one he used on Jenny. And then he put the new one on his still erect penis. As he was suiting up (my description of his putting on the condom), I asked, "Are you ready for another bout of fornication?” He looked down at me and smiled. With his hand around his penis, he guided it into to me. His penis rubbed against my clit as he was slowly moving it in and out. I began to move vertically to meet his thrusts. We got into a rhythm that was giving both of us a maximum of sexual pleasure. I had the feeling that both of us could screw like this all night. But tonight, I was going to let him take Jenny to bed in her room. I wanted Ted to give her the ultimate. I was feeling generous. There will always be another night.
I finally reached a climax and stopped thrusting. He instinctively felt me relaxing. He stopped thrusting as well. I whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Ted that was delightful. Now, I would like you to take Jenny by the hand and escort her to her room where you may spend the night. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
He climbed off me and took Jenny’s hand as I had commanded. When the two of them left the room, I walked into the shower. I spent about a half hour with the water running over my body. After I dried off, I climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by Jenny and Ted talking in the hallway. Then I heard them descending the stairs. I got out of bed, took another quick shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. As I hit the last step of the stairwell, I could smell the aroma of breakfast being prepared. Jenny had set the table for three. Ted was sitting comfortably having a cup of coffee. I sat down. Jenny noticed me at the table. She poured a cup of coffee for me as well. Within a few minutes, she placed the breakfast before Ted and me. She brought a plate for herself and sat down. We all sat silently while we ate our breakfast. Ted was the first to break the silence.
"I must say I’m glad I accepted your invitation yesterday. I can’t remember when I’ve had such a wonderful evening. Both of you are very charming. I would like to return the invitation sometime.”
"Since you’re not working today, why don’t you plan on spending the day with us?” I inquired.
He took a pause and looked over at Jenny. Then he said, "That’s a wonderful idea. I would like to go over to my house for a few minutes. I want to change my clothes. I would like to take the two of you around New York and show you the sights.”
"You did a nice job yesterday from the helicopter, but it would be nice to see the city from ground level,” I said.
We finished our breakfast and cleared the table. Ted said that it was only a two minute ride to his house on the subway. I noticed Jenny and Ted stealing glances at one another. For someone who fancied herself a lesbian, she was sure beginning to get into the heterosexual routine. I was feeling a little jealous. It was my lesbian side expressing itself.
When we stepped off the subway, we were a half block from Ted’s house. It was a Brown Stone much like ours. The difference was Ted only occupied the first floor. He said that a medical student lived upstairs.
As we entered his apartment, I noticed that it was very neat and organized. There were photographs of him in Army, Police and the civilian helicopters he had flown and was presently flying. He invited us to sit down and poured us a glass of white wine. He left us in the living room while he took a shower and got dressed. After a few minutes, he joined us in the living room. He poured both of us another glass of wine and one for himself. We sat and spent some time getting more acquainted. We told him what it was like growing up in the mid-west. He shared with us his experiences living in New York, his time in Iraq and being on the Police Force.
I looked at my watch and reminded them of the time. We left the apartment and took the subway into Manhattan. We got off at Times Square. We walked around the theater district looking at the marquees. The Neil Simon play, ‘Lost in Yonkers’ was performing at a matinee. I suggested that we purchase tickets and spend the afternoon in the theater. Jenny and Ted thought that was a good idea. Although Ted lived in the city most of his life, he had never seen a Broadway play. I told them it was my treat. We stepped into the lobby and purchased three tickets in the orchestra. The performance was sold out, but they had just received a few cancellations. It was an hour and a half until curtain. I suggested that we go to lunch.
There was a quaint little restaurant a block away. Ted had been there before and told us it was very good. It was still a little early for lunch. The place was practically empty. Consequently, we got a nice table and the service was excellent.
Jenny and Ted were sitting close together. Ted had his hand under the table. I could see a slight smile on Jenny’s face. I could only imagine what he was doing with that hand. I thought it was nice that he had turned Jenny around to where she would like men, but I was also a little jealous. I wanted Ted to show me some attention. I wanted to recreate what I had with Anthony and Clair back in Kansas. I decided to be honest. I laid my cards on the table.
"I know the two of you have taken a fancy to one another, but we agreed last night that we were going to be a ménage a’ trios. They looked at one another. And then they turned their eyes in my direction.
Jenny spoke first. "Don’t get upset. The three of us had a nice time last night. We’ll continue to engage together like we discussed. Yes, I am very fond of Ted. I don’t know how he feels about me, but I’m sure he finds both of us equally desirable.”
Ted spoke next. "I couldn’t have expressed my feelings better. Jenny was right on the mark. In the foreseeable future, we are going to be a trinity. I can see myself falling in love with both of you.”
"I’m not looking for love. I only expect committed sex from both of you. I don’t know how long that will last, but as long as it does, I think we should be committed to one another. I intend to be honest with both of you. If, at some future date, I decide I want to discontinue our relationship I’ll announce it loud and clear. Do we have an understanding?” They looked at me, and then at each other. As they turned back and looked into my eyes, they both agreed to my terms.
The waiter brought our food. We had a casual conversation. The air had been cleared. The three of us had an understanding. We each had a few glasses of wine. I checked my watch and saw that it was time to go. The curtain was scheduled to go up in ten minutes.
When we arrived at the theater, we gave our tickets to an usher. In turn, we were given programs and ushered to our seats. We had some of the best seats in the house. I had never seen a Neil Simon play. It was as funny as it was advertised. Everything about the production was first class. As one who was interested in the theater as a career, I noticed every detail, beginning with the lighting and ending with the set. In reading the program, I learned that one of the young men in the play had graduated from the school I w
as about to attend. That gave me an excited feeling. I was confident that within a few years, I would be working on Broadway. When the curtain eventually when down, I didn’t want it to end. Just being in the theater and that close to the stage, was the closest thing to an orgasm that I ever experienced.
We left the theater and walked down the street to the restaurant where we had lunch. We sat down and ordered a bottle of wine. We discussed the play. Jenny and I did most of the talking. Ted was really out of his element. I pointed out to Jenny that the young man in the play graduated from the school that I was about to attend. "Their graduates are working on Broadway. That gives me a lot of hope. I can hardly wait until the beginning of classes,” I said. Jenny echoed my enthusiasm.
We finished the wine and left the restaurant. We walked around Times Square. It was about the time people were getting out of work. Thousands of people were going in all directions. It made walking on the sidewalk very difficult for a person from Kansas. One of the places I wanted to see was the Actors Studio. It was very near Times Square. We walked down West Forty-Fourth Street to 432. That’s where an old Nineteenth Century church stood and home of the "Actor’s Studio.” I explained to Ted how many great actors were or have been members of the Studio; Marlon Brando, James Dean, to name just a few.
We stopped in front of the building. It was like taking a pilgrimage to a holy place. I concentrated on the steps of the building. The original founders such as Elia Kazan, Cheryl Crawford, Robert Lewis and Anna Sokolow still participated in workshops held there. Lee Strasberg was then its director. He oversaw the refining and teaching of "Method Acting” based on the innovations of Constantine Stanistovski. All of these great theatre people ascended these stairs a few times a week. I stood looking at the building for several minutes.
Finally, Ted said, "Let’s go.”
We walked back to Times Square where we took the subway back to Brooklyn.
Chapter 6