Amanda reached out with a trembling hand and pressed the button for apartment 305C, her hand shaking so bad that she wondered how she managed to press the button on the first attempt.
"Yea," a cheerful male voice said from the speaker a few seconds later.
"Hi, it's Mandi," Amanda said with a quaver in her voice.
"Oh, hey, you're early!" the voice replied instantly, "Here, I'll buzz you in."
A harsh buzzing caused Amanda to jump but she hastily pulled the door open and stepped into the lobby. She hurried to the elevators, the difference between the muggy 98 degrees outside and cool almost cold air in the lobby brought goose bumps instantly to her bare arms.
"What am I doing?" Amanda said under her breath pushing the button for the third floor.
Amanda couldn't believe how bad her nerves had suddenly become, her entire body trembling from more than the chill in the air conditioned lobby. A soft bell chimed and the elevator doors slid open, Amanda steeling her nerve and stepping in even as she wondered how the hell she had ended up here.
She blamed her ex fiancée, but more than anything else she blamed the Church and all the crap that had gone with it. She had been with her fiancée since they were both 15, had become engaged at 17 and planned to marry as soon as he had come back from his Missionary work. They had even been faithful to themselves and their beliefs and had waited for their marriage night to consummate their love for each other.
Well, at least I waited, Amanda thought with a momentary flare of anger.
Amanda's fiancée hadn't waited and had been caught in the act with a girl in the village he was serving his Missionary in. Amanda had been devastated when she had found out, her fiancée had been sent back to the US in disgrace and Amanda had broken off their engagement immediately. But in the eyes of the Church Amanda had been just as guilty as her ex fiancée. They both had to have been unfaithful to their beliefs if he could do something so despicable and because of that stain upon her soul all of her friends, all of her family, even her own mother had turned their backs on her when she had needed them most.
It had taken almost a year for Amanda to get over the loss of not just her ex fiancé, but of her entire world, to realize that she was still the same good, decent person she was before her despicable ex fiancée had decided to have sex with some girl, and she also realized something else entirely.
She was twenty two years old, a virgin, and was absolutely desperate to get laid.
And not only just get laid.
Amanda wanted to fuck, to be as much of a sexual deviant, as much of a whore as what everyone had claimed she was a year ago. And so Amanda had gone onto a website called In Search Of and set up a profile. It had surprised her at just how fast she had started getting responses, but almost every single one of them had been pretty disgusting with some overweight midlife crisis married man trying to prove his virility by fucking around behind his wife's back, and the younger the girl he got to fuck the better.
But one response had intrigued her from the very start. It had been from a man named Bill just a little older than Amanda herself who had not been looking not so much to get laid, but to get his wife a 'birthday present'. Bill had introduced himself and unlike every other guy who had sent her a message had been polite and was able to type in complete and mostly grammatically correct sentences. He had explained by email that he and his wife Megan were happily married, but that she had been bisexual before their marriage and had expressed a very strong interest in being with another woman without ending their marriage to each other.
Megan had also made it clear that she would love to be able to 'share' her lover if Bill thought he'd want to participate in a threesome. So Bill had decided to try the perfect surprise for Megan's birthday and had started looking for a woman who he believed that his wife Megan would find irresistible.
Amanda had instantly been enthralled. The very idea of being with another woman, the absolute taboo that existed in the Church on lesbian relationships, had sent Amanda's heart racing and her imagination into overdrive. Amanda decided almost instantly that if she were intent on losing her virginity, on throwing it away to the wind then what better way than to give herself as a loving, willing gift to not only Megan, but to Bill as well.
The elevator came to a sudden stop when it reached the third floor, the sudden lack of motion causing her stomach to do a summersault. When the doors slid open Amanda just stood there, unable to take the next step and actually get off of the elevator. The doors began to slip shut, slipping shut not only on the 3rd floor but on Amanda's chance of becoming a woman on her own terms when a hand darted in and caused the doors to reopen.
"Oh, sorry, didn't know anyone was in here," a young girl in pigtails said as she got quickly on, "Are you getting off or going back down?"
"I'm getting off," Amanda said with a timid smile, her face blushing at the unintentional double entendre, "Thanks."
Amanda stepped off the elevator and watched the doors slip closed, the girl watching her warily until she was caught off from sight. As soon as the doors had slid shut she turned and found the placard for 5C pointing to the left and began to walk down the hallway, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. It seemed to take an age for her to reach the door and another age for her to work up the courage to knock, but as soon as Amanda knocked the door opened immediately.
"Hi!" a tall, lean man with a dark brown crew cut and piercing blue eyes said with a smile, "I'm Bill and you must be Amanda!"
"Just Mandi is fine," Amanda said with a stutter, captivated by Bill's smile and his blue eyes.
"Ok, Mandi it is," Bill replied, "Come on in. You're early but that's actually better for what I was planning."
Amanda stepped into the apartment and looked around, the sparse décor all in sparking whites, muted grays and black highlights giving the apartment a very modernistic feel. After looking around Amanda returned her attention to Bill who was staring at her with a grin.
"Is Megan here?" Amanda asked a bit nervously having expected to be greeted by both Bill and his wife.
"No," Bill said before hurrying to explain, "She's at the gym for another hour and I was hoping to have you help me surprise her when she gets home."
"Oh, Ok," Amanda replied in relief, having thought for a moment that Bill had deceived her from the start, "So, um, what did you have in mind?"
"Do you like sushi?" Bill asked mischievously.
"Well, its ok but I'm more nervous than hungry right now," Amanda confessed.
"My wife Megan loves sushi and chicken valentino," Bill explained, "I was really hoping you could help me serve the sushi and then join us both for dinner."
Amanda noticed the delicious aroma of chicken in the apartment for the first time in her nervousness and smiled encouragingly.
