by Cox, Anita
“Nope, we have an open relationship and have only been dating awhile.” Thankfully, John had answered for us.
“How very twenty-first century of you. Well done! How lucky for you to run into a unicorn on your first visit.” Loren giggled then spun around to watch the dance floor.
John refilled my drink as he rubbed my thigh.
“Let’s dance!” Before I could take a sip of my drink, Loren had grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me off my chair.
A popular line dance was playing and I didn’t know the steps, which was painfully obvious.
“Here, follow me,” she said as she stood behind me guiding me. Thankfully, it was the end of the song and a song I could actually dance to came on.
Loren moved in close behind me, putting her hands on my thighs then ran them up the sides of my body. She then moved around me placing each of her legs on the sides of one of mine and started to grind on me. I returned the favor, returning her groping.
When the next song came on, another young woman came on the other side of me, grabbed me by my hair and started kissing me.
“You should go change,” Loren yelled in my ear.
I nodded.
Making my way back to the table, I told John I was changing. He followed me to the locker room.
“Watching you dance was hot, Miss Popularity.”
“Yeah, it was a bit too much when the one girl just grabbed me. I didn’t like that part.” I pulled my lingerie out, trying to figure out what to wear.
“The pink one. The lights will make it glow,” Loren said as she pulled her bag out of her locker.
“Thanks,” I said, embarrassed that I didn’t see her there.
“If someone grabs you like that, you can push them away. You’re not a toy. You’re a human being, here to have a good time with whomever you wish. The twenty-something crowd is generally too pushy.” She was naked now, unembarrassed.
“I assumed you were part of that crowd,” I said as I quickly pulled off my dress.
“I’m twenty-nine, but I learned to respect others a long time ago. That’s why I asked to sit with you instead of just inviting myself. That way, if you’re not ready, you have the ability to say ‘no.’ It’s just that simple. I’ve been coming here for a year and I’ve learned a lot. Couples love single females, so I’m pretty much accepted, but not all couples have a bisexual female.”
I was now naked and had my back to Loren as I slid on my bottoms. “How are you sure I’m bisexual?”
“Because you’ve been checking out women since you walked in. You like men, but women are relatively new to you, so you’re like a kid in a candy store. It’s not that you don’t like men, but your attention is drawn to the women since you already have a man here.” She whistled, “the pink looks really good on you.”
“Thank you. The black looks great on your skin.” I turned to look at John. “Nice silk boxers, hun.”
“I’m sorry, I’m speechless right now. You’ll have to excuse me, I’m in a locker room with two hot women who are nearly naked.”
Loren and I both giggled.
“Come on, let’s go have another drink. You need to relax a bit, Candy. Your first time here can be a little much.” She grabbed my hand and I followed her back to the table, John behind me.
“The black light really bounces off your outfit,” John said as he kissed my ear.
“Thank you,” I said grinning.
We sat and enjoyed crowd watching while we sipped at our drinks. Loren talked about her first few experiences. John was now rubbing and touching me so much, it was clear that he was ready for sexual release.
“Loren, what’s your favorite room here?” I asked.
“Oh, well, I love the orgy room, but when I find a couple, I generally like a single room, with the rope up.”
“Sounds good to me,” John said.
“After you,” I grinned at Lauren as I motioned.
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT
In the room, my heart raced. I had no idea how to begin. John sat on the bed, staring up at me.
“So, usually,” thankfully, Loren began, “the girls start making out and we go from there. Is that okay with you John?”
John nodded.
“Okay, I don’t do anal, and I don’t take fluids in the face. Condoms are non-negotiable.”
Though I was getting better at discussing sex, it still blew my mind how straight forward people were when discussing it, just as if they were discussing the evening news.
“Those rules are fine with me,” I said. “And I read that I should tell you that I do not squirt.” My face reddened.
“Good. That’s just not my thing.” Loren sat on the bed next to Jon and patted the area on the other side of her.
I sat down.
She reached up, putting her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips were sweet and warm. My heart jumped in my throat when I heard something behind me and noticed a couple watching from the door.
“They want to watch the show,” Loren whispered with a smile. “I love that part.” She took one finger and pulled one cup of my top to the side exposing my breast, taking my nipple in her mouth. Then she reached behind her putting her hand between John’s legs and started rubbing him.
I reached my hand between her legs and she opened up to receive me. She felt warm and wet as I rubbed her. When she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, I started kissing on her neck then made my way down to her breasts, licking and caressing them.
Loren waved John up toward her. She pulled at the front of his shorts until his erection popped above the waistband, then put him in her mouth.
At first, I was shocked at the jealousy I felt. I had no idea this would make me feel jealous. It stung a little to watch John enjoy himself while she pleasured him, but then the feeling subsided as I found myself aroused by the sight of John being pleasured.
I moved to the floor, resting on my knees and moving in to pleasure Loren. She lifted her bottom, allowing me to pull her thing to the floor. Easing in, I started slowly, finding a rhythm that she responded to. It was erotic to pleasure her while she pleasured John. Aroused, I was craving attention.
“I think it’s Candy’s turn,” John said retreating form Loren’s mouth. He got off the bed and pulled me to my feet. Loren stood behind me and John and I were face to face. He planted a very passionate kiss on me as she reached her hand between my legs.
“On the bed, Candy.” John’s mischievous grin made me bite my lip.
Nodding, I climbed on the bed and laid on my back.
“I have a better idea,” Loren cooed, “on your knees.”
Rolling over, I scooted up on my hands and knees. Loren climbed on the bed and slid under me, opening my legs a bit with her hands. Then she placed her hands on my lower back and pulled me onto her face. With her legs already open and waiting, I resumed pleasuring her.
I felt John’s warm hands on my hips. He was situating himself behind me, being careful of Loren underneath me. I could feel myself slowly stretching around him as he entered. The adrenaline rushed as John and Loren pleasured me simultaneously.
Loren was moaning and pushing into me, making me happy that her arousal matched mine. John was pausing from time to time, telling me he was trying not to climax yet. It was too late. I could feel him leave me and his body shudder with his hands still on my hips. He excused himself and left the room.
I turned to watch him leave. He had to move around the crowd that had gathered outside the door to watch.
“Is he okay?” Loren asked as we both sat up on the bed.
“I think he’s disappointed that he climaxed already. He used a lot of restraint.” I giggled.
“Sort of hard with two girls going at it under you.” She took a deep breath. “That was intense. Let’s get a drink and let your man take a break. We can come back up here and continue if you’d like.”
“You won’t be disappointed?” She hadn’t climaxed, of that I was certain. I hadn’t eit
her, but Loren was right. It had been very intense. I also found it difficult with a crowd of onlookers.
John came back into the room. “Sorry ladies. That was intense and I couldn’t hold back.”
“Not a problem stud. Don’t think for one minute you’re done.” Loren teased. “We’re going to go downstairs and take a break though.”
“Great idea!” He held the rope for us as we left the room.
Back in the bar about a dozen more people had arrived. We managed to grab the last table available. Loren grabbed her drink while John poured ours.
“It’s been fantastic meeting you tonight, Loren. Thanks for approaching us. I probably would have been content just sitting here watching everyone else be naughty.” We raised our glasses to each other.
“You eat fantastic pussy.”
The words came out of her mouth so nonchalantly it shocked me.
“Thank you.” I uttered.
John gave me a wink of approval. “You give pretty good head too, if I’ve never told you.”
My face was now red hot. John knew that would embarrass me. He’d known me long enough to know I could only take so much before my face would burn red.
“Oh, she is new, isn’t she?” Loren laughed.
“New and very eager.” John leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“New subject!” I laughed. “These martinis are really good John.”
“Thanks, dear.”
“Wanna dance?” I asked him.
John obliged. Loren agreed to stay at the table.
A slow song came on just as we reached the dance floor. John pulled me in close.
“Great timing,” he said, “a little romance with your kinky evening. How are you feeling?”
I looked up into his beautiful eyes. John really was everything I could have wanted in a man. He had strong features and eyes I had a difficult time describing. They seemed blue at times, hazel at others. Sometimes, they seemed downright gray. They were deep with empathy, sensuality and pain.
“Can I make a confession?” I asked.
“Anytime,” he said quietly in my ear.
“When she started pleasuring you, I got a little jealous.” I said it as quietly as I could in his ear with the music blaring only feet away from us.
“But, did you enjoy yourself? Did it turn you on?” He asked.
“It did.”
He grabbed me face and kissed me hard and fast on the lips. “Then that’s the best news I’ve had all night.”
We didn’t speak again through the duration of the song. John held me close to him grasping my ass firmly in his strong hands. The next song came on and gave me the opportunity to do a little bumping and grinding with John and others on the dance floor.
Loren applauded us when we returned to the table. John grabbed my smokes and lit one for each of us. I gulped at my martini as my buzz had completely worn off.
A couple who looked to be in their mid-thirties walked up behind Loren and tapped her on the shoulder. The woman was average height and build, with long blonde hair. She was wearing a black latex outfit that I was dying to know where she bought. It had studs on it that looked less like S&M gear more naughty girl wear. The guy was tall, very tall, with short light hair, a goatee and both arms that were half sleeved with tattoos. He was wearing blood red silk boxers that did little to hide his erection, a look that screamed bad boy.
Loren hopped off her barstool and gave them each a big kiss and hug.
“Candy and John, let me introduce you to my favorite couple. This is Sven and Katrina.”
“Very nice to meet you,” I said shaking their hands.
John only nodded as he shook hands. I began to worry about him being upset at the thought of me with another man.
“You guys wanna join us?” Loren invited them to our table.
“You guys go upstairs yet?” Sven asked.
“Yeah,” Loren glanced at us, “but we’re going back up in a few.”
Sven looked at John and smiled. “Don’t worry brother. I can’t hold it the first time of the night either.”
John finally smiled and chuckled. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy.”
“She did the double 69 with you fucking your girl, didn’t she?” Katrina asked him.
John nodded.
“Fucking whore! You know how crazy that is for the guy, especially with you licking on their balls. You gotta ease up on the poor fellas.” Katrina smacked Loren’s thigh. “Someone needs a good spankin’!”
I had no idea she had been doing anything to John. All I felt was her mouth on me. Clever little minx.
“Oh come on!” Loren objected. “You know a lot of guys can hold it forever if they’ve already climaxed that night. It works.”
“You should warn people. I could have made him do that in like thirty seconds.” I said.
“Thanks,” John pouted.
“Come on, we’ve had sex enough that I know what your hot buttons are. If you were a lame sex partner, we wouldn’t still be together.” It felt good to join the conversation. I was starting to feel like an observer.
“What are his hot buttons?” Katrina asked.
I looked at John and bit my lip.
“Go on, spill!” Loren urged.
John laughed and snagged another one of my cigarettes. “You opened Pandora’s box, you may as well continue.”
“Nipples. If you lick his nipples he’s done. Lick his nipples and grab his balls and the show is over. But sometimes I can’t help it, because I know it sends him over the edge.”
“So I’ll stay away from his nipples and balls, especially at the same time.” Katrina winked at John.
Oh, they’re joining us.
Sven reached in his cooler and pulled out a tall and thin Tupperware container. “Anyone want shots?”
“Shots of what?” I asked.
“Oh darling’, these are Royal Butts.” He laughed as he started pouring the contents in plastic shot glasses he brought.
“What’s in a Royal Bug?” I asked.
Sven laughed again. “Music’s loud, I said Royal Butt as in booty. It’s Crown Royal and Buttershots, quite tasty.”
I was eager to get a little bit of a buzz. It always gave me more courage, even though Linda, my therapist, had encouraged me to approach some of these situations sober. I did that with John and had sober contact with Janette and James. This was a new situation and I needed all the courage I could get.
John leaned over me, brushing against my nipple. “Sounds good, I’ll try one.” He brushed against me again as he took his shot back toward him.
Everyone at the table grabbed a small plastic glass.
“To sexual deviants!” Katrina cheered.
After tapping glasses, I shot the glass, taking the liquid in and swallowing it. The first taste was pure butterscotch, smooth and sweet. After I swallowed, I got the after bite of Crown. It gave me medicine face.
“Not a whiskey drinker, eh?” Sven patted me on the back. “You were pretty sexy ‘til you made that face.”
“Uh, thanks.” I said, following it with a sip of my own cocktail.
“You are sexy as hell!” Katrina said looking me up and down. “Nice catch, Loren.”
Loren grinned. “I think we should hit the hot tub, then the big party room. Everyone in?”
Nods from everyone at the table made everyone stand. We walked back to the hot tub and everyone started taking their clothes off. This was my first group situation. I was beginning to crave more of Sven’s shots.
I quickly undressed and eased myself into the hot water and went to sit next to John.
“Oh no, you’re not allowed to sit next to him. Over here.” Loren pulled me between her and Katrina. John was on the other side of Katrina and Sven was on the opposite side of all of us.
I really wanted to be next to John. I felt the need of his protection and comfort.
PLAYMATES
The hot tub had increased the effects of the alcohol. I now had the buzz I cr
aved for extra courage. The hot water had eased the stress in my shoulders as we all talked. I had Loren and Katrina’s hands on my things stroking me gently.
“This is so relaxing,” I said. “I could sit in here forever.”
Katrina spun around and was now sitting on me. “I have better plans for you. Do you kiss girls?”
“Um, yeah, sometimes.”
“Okay, do you like girls?” she asked.
“She eats really good pussy. Don’t think it’s her first time. She just has a hard time verbalizing. She’s new to the lifestyle.” Loren sat up out of the water and moved behind Katrina.
“John?”
“Yeah,” he answered looking at Katrina.
“Would you like to see your woman make out with Katrina?” She was looking at him while massaging Katrina’s breasts.
“That would be nice.” John glanced at me, eyes burning. I’d seen that look before, it was the one he had when we were naked together. He was aroused.
I grabbed Katrina’s neck and pulled her in, French kissing her.
“Good girl,” Loren said.
I felt Loren’s hand slide between us. She had one side of her hand against my clit and the other side was on Katrina’s. She rubbed both of us at the same time.
Katrina let out a moan while kissing me.
“Let’s go upstairs!” Sven begged.
No one said a word as we all toweled off. I followed the end of the pack upstairs to the main party room. There were six beds and only one was taken.
“Corner,” Katrina whispered loudly.
Sven was first crawling into the corner. Katrina pulled John behind her and Loren pulled me onto the bed. I was now firmly planted between Loren and Sven with Katrina between Sven and John.
“Rules?” Katrina asked me.
“I don’t like stuff in my face or mouth. Condoms are a must.”
“Stuff, you mean come?” she asked.
“Yeah, and spitting and gagging makes me nauseous.”
“Oh, god, me too girl! That shit’s meant for porn for men. I’ve never run into one girl that does that and the gagging? Spare me.”
“Me either,” Loren said. “The spitting part. Had a few girls who do the gagging thing while blowing guys. They say the guys like it.”