"Hey man. My girl loves your stories."
I was confused at Tom's message.
"My girl, Elaine, my girlfriend, she likes your stories. I introduced her to the site and she stumbled upon my story, and read more. Now she's hooked."
I called Tom on the phone on a Wednesday evening after reading the message. I recalled him speaking of his girl, and him mentioning she knew nothing of this side of him so I shocked to find her approval.
"She loved the one of me and you especially," he said.
I laughed thinking there was no way he could be with someone this freaky.
"She wants to meet you," he added.
"Meet me," I repeated.
"Meet, as in you and that black dick hop a flight down here for a coffee or barbecue," he answered.
I looked at my schedule while he and I talked, and would propose I come down three weeks from the time we were on the phone.
"That'll work. We'll do whatever," he said as he sounded hyped.
We stopped talking and he sent me photos of Elaine, a 49-year dental hygienist from St. Augustine. She was a petite, reddish, dark skinned Caucasian woman, with a tight body containing firm, natural tits, flat stomach and nice ass.
"She runs five times a week," he told me when I complimented her physique.
She, like him was a parent, and they'd been dating on and off for years when he claimed they were more serious as of recent. He sent photos of her fully clothed, and others when she was in beachwear, when I noticed a nice gesture.
"Your girl got a cameltoe," I asked.
"The sweetest tasting one, too," he joked. "Elaine's got the best pussy that no money can buy."
I didn't understand that part and joked she had a "pad," and he quickly dismissed it by showing me another photo, one of her in the nude brandishing that beautiful vagina. I wasn't into women as of late, but Elaine caught my attention with her and Tom being such a cute couple, and I of course loved playing in bed with him. I imagined how the three of us would look in bed, and I became engorged, thinking of things we could do and all the excitement that would be expressed.
"We'll grab you from the airport together," he said, once plans were finalized.
I was giddy, texting him once a day prior to the meet-up as it was heaviest on my mind.
My plane took off from Norfolk on a rainy Friday, and I endured a two hour flight to Fort Lauderdale to be greeted by sunshine, warm weather, and a smiling male and female couple.
"Heyyyyyyy," I heard a female voice yell. "Welcome back!"
I was lucky enough to come out of the right door as they were parked right in front, with Elaine seeming the most jubilant, recognizing me before I saw her.
They climbed out of Tom's Jeep, with Tom shaking my hand and hugging me first, then tossing my bag in the back before Elaine jumped on me.
"Damn, you're tall," said the bouncy, blue eyed mini. "Man, you're like a little, or should I say big, R.L. Stine who writes porn. Dude, you're fucking talented!"
I couldn't stop smiling as she pumped my head up, and I would help her climb back into the passenger seat so Tom could drive off. We talked and I immediately was in love with Elaine's fragrance, her sweet voice, and personality. I might have been a big fan of women, but she had my full attentiveness as she was gorgeous.
"So how's things in Norfolk," she asked.
"Things are swell, especially since you pronounced it correctly," I said to her.
She and I hit it off immediately as we talked about the times she visited Virginia.
"My two brothers are both Navy officers," she said as she mentioned seeing them off on deployments. "Plus, whenever I come up, I don't leave without getting some peanut brittle."
She belted a hearty, infectious laugh while I looked in the rear view to see Tom's eyes connect with mine, the both of us winking at each other. He had a winner, and the gears in my mind were grinding thinking of what the three of us could do. We made it back to the house.
"Kids, we're home," Tom said as he barely spit two words on the trip to the house.
It was the automatic chemistry she and I displayed that turned us into chatterboxes, but Tom interrupted for the right purpose.
"Grill, or takeout," he asked.
We chose the grill, and went into the house to change into our bathing suits amd hang in the backyard. He had steaks marinating and would prepare the grill, while she and I sat and talked on the patio.
"How long we have you for," she asked.
"Four days," I told her as I couldn't stop smiling.
