There are days when it feels like I’ve been doing the dating scene for twenty years. With all my experience I should know better than to date a guy in the same circle of friends as the guy I just broke up with. Or, to be more truthful, the guy that dumped me.
Hugh called the day after Karl broke off our relationship. Karl and I had been dating each other exclusively for over six months. We even talked about moving in together. Then Karl decided he had to go back to a woman he originally dated in high school. His old sweetheart came on the scene and Karl went after her like a hound dog after a bitch in heat.
I met Hugh through Karl, of course. They work in the same building in the city and play softball together. Hugh called the very next day after Karl’s big kiss off. It was pretty obvious old Karl gave him the green light. And in the back of my mind the idea of dating Hugh would let me show Karl what he was giving up. That appealed to me.
It wasn’t like Hugh was some drooling idiot or anything. He’s tall and I like tall guys. He’s blond too and that wasn’t exactly a strike against him. We went out a half dozen times. Then the next test on the compatibility chart was sleeping together. I discovered why Hugh had gone through so many short relationships. What a dud in the sack!
Maybe if I hadn’t been coming off such a great lay like Karl it would have been different. Karl was an animal in bed. He could last for what seemed like hours, playing my pussy like a fine instrument. He could trip me out into an orgasm just about anytime he wanted and he wanted to pretty often. He could be so damn tender too. I remember a few times when I just wanted to forget the rest of my life and stay in bed with Karl.
I should have turned down Hugh when he called that last time. He wanted me to go with him to a friend’s house on the Sunday of a three day weekend. It was a barbecue at a big house with an indoor pool and lots to do. And I thought it would be easier to dump the guy after a nice day in the ‘burbs.
When we got out there it was clear Hugh hadn’t lied about the place. We went into the house and downstairs to a huge family room with a full size bar along one wall. Behind the bar a glass wall separated that area from a huge indoor pool. Furniture was arranged in groups around the room. There was even a big lawn going down to the shore of a manmade lake, visible through big windows on the back of the house.
Hugh and I were the first ones there. A guy named Pete was our host. The house belonged to his folks. They were away for the long weekend.
Pete left us at the bar and went outside to get the grill started. Hugh got us each a glass of wine and gave me a little tour of the place. It was a suburban fantasy. Out at the far end of the pool there was a sauna and a jacuzzi. And big double doors at the other end of the room led out to an indoor tennis court.
When Pete came back in I asked him who all was coming. He said he called a bunch of people but it was pretty much last minute so he wasn’t sure how many would show. I noticed a strange look pass between Hugh and Pete. It didn’t mean much then but when I think about it now, there was something going on between them.
Anyway, we were joined a few minutes later by a guy I hadn’t met before named Rory. Then another guy, Tom, showed up. They each had a story about how their dates couldn’t make it at the last minute. So there I was, the only woman in a group of four guys for an afternoon of dinner and whatever. Hugh kept my wineglass filled as we all sat and talked for a while.
I have to admit, it was flattering to have the attention of four good looking hunks focused on me alone. All through a delicious steak dinner I got asked what I thought about all kinds of things. I have to say the wine was flowing pretty freely too. Hugh kept my glass full.
When Pete suggested we all take an after dinner soak in the jacuzzi it seemed like a terrific idea to me. I had brought two suits with me. One was a fairly conservative one piece. But the other one was a skimpy string bikini Karl bought me during a quick trip we took down to the islands.
I got my bag and headed off to a bedroom upstairs. When I got there I changed into the bikini without a second thought. I’m pretty comfortable with my body. My 34C breasts are still firm. But when I checked myself in the mirror I started having those second thoughts.
The bikini was flame red. The top barely covered my breasts - in fact, a pretty fair amount of skin was visible on each side and down the middle. The bottom was just a triangle of fabric attached to strings and a thong up the back. I remembered the effect it had on Karl and wondered if I wasn’t being just a tad too daring in a group of four nice looking guys.
I could blame my decision on the wine. But really, it was a combination of things. I had already decided to break it off with Hugh. And Rory was sure an interesting guy. And finally, I figured I looked pretty damn good in the thing and what was the harm in a little teasing. I took a deep breath and headed back down to that big family room.
It was deserted. Another full glass of wine sat on the bar with a note propped up beside it. The note said they were in the sauna and I should go in for a warm up before diving in the pool. I was standing there reading the note when Rory came up behind me. He announced himself with a low wolf whistle but he still surprised me a little. I turned an first impression was that he looked damn good with nothing on but a tight little swim suit on his bod. He had those well defined chest and stomach muscles that make a guy look good. The bulge in the front of his suit looked pretty good too.