Kylie spent the next few days pondering the hole she had helped dig herself into.
Having Matt take Lucy out on a date and getting her slightly pissed seemed to be a good way of getting her in the mood for more intimate sexual relations, as well as giving her dating experiences she'd never had before. She didn't begrudge Lucy that. With all the hang ups she was dealing with, she needed something like that if she was ever going to fulfil her ambition of being more relationship worthy by being accepting of the sexual side of things.
But with the current pattern of Matt visiting twice a week, and the whole date and sex thing with Lucy occupying all the available time on a midweek, workday night, Kylie had been squeezed out of what she came to realise was a desperately wanted mid-week sexual liaison of her own.
She might have got away with an early morning encounter the first week, but while it was physically satisfying, the time urgency of it wasn't emotionally fulfilling. And it couldn't be relied on as a repeatable pattern.
She could ask Matt to make it three nights a week, instead of two, but Kylie was starting to want a lot more. In a way, their current arrangement with Matt was a somewhat unusual form of 'friends with benefits'.
One where he went through the sexually frustrating process of slowly developing Lucy's interest in and ability to deal with sex, while she provided the sexual outlet to his sexual needs -- satisfying her own at the same time.
But Kylie wanted to move it to one more based on real relationships. She might have preferred to talk more in terms of a loving relationship; but wasn't yet sure how that would go down. Kylie had normal sexual and romantic desires. She always had. But at the same time, she and her less sex and relationship orientated sister were incredibly close. Kylie had followed Lucy into an accounting career and they'd both moved to Sydney from their native Melbourne together. They were each other's' best friends and most constant companions.
Sharing a household just seemed natural. But where it all feel apart was with Kylie's boyfriends. Lucy always hated and resented them. Kylie had to admit, for the most part they were beneath Kylie's grade. But in Mona Vale, surfing dropouts where somewhat in the majority in the circles they moved in. Kylie had found herself having to take what she could find. You know what they say about loving the one you're with...
Which is where Matt seemed to offer a solution. One Lucy hopefully wouldn't resent if they managed to work out how to share him.
For her more immediate agenda, the ace up Kylie's sleeve was her knowledge that, since his breakup with his previous partner, Matt was missing a more permanent residence. He was crashing in with a friend, but it wasn't suitable as a longer term arrangement.
Kylie wondered whether he was ready to move in with her and Lucy. There wasn't a spare bedroom. It would be a matter of sharing one of their beds. Or taking turns between them. That would be a detail that would have to be worked out; but Kylie felt she would be quite happy to have Matt occupy her bed. Indeed, given the sexual desires he generated in her, more than happy.
Why he generated such strong sexual desires and whether they were a solid grounding for a relationship was something she was grappling with.
Since Kylie had got to know him as a friend of her sisters, initially it was lust; pure and simple. His tall, slim, strong, athletic body, fully on display as he sat on duty in the lifesavers' tent, had more than piqued her interest. It had driven her to frustrated distraction.
His ability to give her orgasms in a way no other male had come close to doing reinforced something in her desire for him.
Whether it was lust, or now something more fulfilling, was what she was trying to work out. Matt displayed a gentle kindness and generosity that Kylie found rare in men. He'd stayed friends with Lucy, even though there had been times she'd gone suddenly and inexcusably feral on him. That was something Lucy was prone to doing and not many had showed the same understanding and it counted for a lot in Kylie's eyes. He seemed to try and understand her better than most people, and Kylie admired him for that too.
In the meantime Kylie had to work out with Lucy what Lucy's objectives were to be for Saturday. Given the way Lucy finished with having Matt penetrate her on Wednesday, it might be time for a full on cowgirl approach. At least that way Lucy would get to completely control things.
But as both Kylie and Lucy -- and indeed Matt -- were fully aware, Lucy can start out with these objectives and find herself unable to complete them on the night. That's the nice thing the girls liked about Matt. He accepts Lucy is testing her limits and as being completely in control, whether or not she follows through with the objectives she describes to him at the start.
Matt wasn't stupid. Much of this he'd already worked out. He'd recognised that Kylie had missed out on Wednesday night and there was a need to rethink the pattern of their engagements. He'd recognised that Lucy's next step might well be proper penetrative sex and that getting her slightly pissed might help that too.
But he'd also recognised that the best place to talk about this, and so many of the other issues that swirled around what was happening was over a group dinner -- or at least some communal gathering that was relaxed and not too time constrained. Which sort of conflicted with any 'date before sex' arrangement with Lucy on Saturday night.
In the end, he sent the girls the following text...
"There seems to be a lot to talk about. How about I take you both out to dinner Friday night to give us a chance to chat? Only thing is we need to find somewhere private enough to let us talk openly."
He'd chosen text because it was the only way he could communicate with both of them at the same time.
While the girls accepted the concept, it was difficult to find a place that offered enough conversational privacy. So the arrangement became one of a poolside BBQ at the girls' place; with Kylie making it clear he should bring his swimmers.
When Matt rocked up to their place around 6pm, dressed as ordered in his boardies and a t shirt, the door was answered by Kylie, dressed in nothing more than one of her rather small bikinis. She walked him through the house to the back yard where Lucy was. To Matt's surprise, Lucy was also dressed in the tiny black bikini, donated to her by her sister, which had become known as her sex bikini, because it had been used to finger Lucy to climaxes before she had overcome the crippling sense of modesty that prevented her from stripping naked for sex.
It had been clear to Matt from the first time Lucy wore it that she'd found it inadequate to let her feel comfortable with the amount of exposure. It was still not something she'd wear to the beach. But in the company of Matt and Kylie, she'd sort of acclimatised to it, now able to wear it with some degree of confidence.
