I stood nervously on the porch, pretty sure of where the night would go but still...I needed to steel myself for it. Everything would be a new experience, and I wasn't sure I was ready to get it started yet.
A friend of mine was having an orgy for his birthday. I'd known the guy for years, he'd been talking about it literally the whole time he'd been married, and his wife was totally into it. I wasn't sure if she'd actually participate, but I knew if nothing else she'd be an excellent orgy mom. You always need an orgy mom. You know, someone who manages to break the ice without being forced, just from their energy. Someone to ask "have you been drinking enough water? Do you need me to get a towel? Here hon, let me grab you a condom real quick." Someone to make sure everyone was having a good time. Maybe pat your ass as she goes by, you know. An orgy mom.
They were both attractive people, as much in personality as looks. No Adonis and Aphrodite, but no one worthwhile is, anyway. More Jeff and Amy. Let's go with those names, now that they've been said. He was bear-ish. I mean, I was pretty sure he was straight, but he was bear-ish. Tall, masculine, pretty hairy. A little bit husky but it all carried well. She was short, she was stacked at both ends, and she both owned and energized any room she came into.
I was standing on the porch, a few inches over 6 feet, and a few pounds over 200. I guess I didn't look it, as tall as I was, since I still seemed kinda lanky despite having a bit of a belly. Not like, beer gut, Just...I drank a lot and food without butter seems pointless, and so my six pack was in the fridge as it were. I had long, fine hair that was tied back in a low ponytail (for now), and a bit of a beard. I had dressed for the occasion. Tall black rocker boots; think Doc Martens but way more buckles and studs, and they went up to my knees. Black skinny jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt. I'd put on my favorite black denim jacket and had a ball cap on backwards. Guess the color. Just guess.
I was standing on the porch, nervous, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself. I'd planned a couple things in advance with Amy, because I wanted to give Jeff a particular birthday present, and it wasn't one I'd given anyone else before. I guess I should mention here I'm married too, to a woman, but I'm bi. She knows it, some friends and family know it, but I'm not super out and most of my friends just assume I'm straight. Fuck, I had so many people assume it to my face I once texted an ex-boyfriend to ask if I seemed straight. This guy, who'd had my cock in his ass and had cum down my throat said yeah, I seem pretty fuckin straight. I guess I pass. Anyway, my respite- my anticipatory torture?- finally ended as Amy and Jeff opened the door together.
They smiled and welcomed me with big hugs. He told me my boots looked badass, she complimented how they made my bad ass look. I joked that they were still clothed, so clearly I hadn't missed the fun, and Amy joked with a wink that they had waited for me. I knew in fact they had, that she would somehow keep the party chill without it feeling like they were actually all waiting for something. Jeff didn't know that, of course. As far as I knew neither of them had had or been to an orgy, so I'm sure he just assumed that eventually the party would take it's natural course and people would start doing what people do when they are explicitly invited to an orgy, it just wasn't there yet.
I followed Jeff into the kitchen for some drinks as Amy disappeared with my jacket. While he had his upper half jammed into the fridge, reciting a bar's worth of beer I could choose from, I poured and downed a quick shot of gin, followed by one more for good measure. They burned, but that was ok. I knew it was totally psychosomatic but that burn helps make it feel like you're getting drunk sooner, and I started to loosen up. I felt my jaw unclench and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to shift my mindset. Even when I'm with another guy I tend to be a top. And as I said, apparently I'm masculine enough that even a former gay lover said I seem straight, so I was going to have to channel every ounce of subby femininity I had to make this really land.
After a second I just said "oh sure, that one" to whatever beer he'd just mentioned. A wheat beer? No telling, I wasn't paying attention. I cracked it and we had a "cheers" and I told Jeff "happy birthday!" before taking a big sip. Ah, no, an amber ale. It didn't really matter, but it was good to have something a little light to chase down the shots.
Amy was calling from the living room where a lot of voices are coming from, obviously where she's kept everyone hanging and chatting. "Jeff, where the hell are ya? Your friends are all in here, doofus!" He shouted back at her, sounding angry but anyone who knows either of them knows they like to fuck around with each other. "I'm where you ought to be, you salacious witch!" He grinned at me and I laughed, hoping it didn't sound too forced or nervous.
I walked into the living room in front of him, trying to sway my hips a bit but honestly the soles on those boots were too tall for that. I'd need a lot more practice to do anything but "clomp clomp" around in them. Still, I knew my ass did look pretty good. I'd fuck it myself, if I could. I just hoped the sheer red (surprise! Not a black one!) thong I was wearing wasn't showing above the waist of my jeans, I wanted that to be for later.
I smiled and waved to some familiar faces, said hello to friends seated on couches or standing in pairs or trios talking and drinking. Definitely people I didn't know as well, but that's all right; I suspected I'd know them pretty well before too long. Most of the seating was arranged along walls, not exactly in a horsehoe but close enough. Amy had placed a chair near the entrance to the room, facing the rest.
