It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that we knew from our local watering hole. Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened...
That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kelly's what it being the holiday weekend and all that. Jesse and I were there for a TGIF drink or five, and to shoot a bit of pool. It was mostly regulars in Kelly's that night with a few 'newbies' thrown in the mix. Jesse was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc. On some Fridays we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same 'social' club that we belonged to, but, not this night.
Jesse and I had been swinging for a few years, both of us finding threesomes a treat. We were both Bi-sexual and had no problems finding male or female partners. Of course, we did couples as well, but had you asked either of us our preference, threesomes would have been our answer.
But this night wasn't about swinging, at least that's how it started out.
Around ten or so, Kelly's had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Rob, a younger guy in his mid to late twenties. I say younger because at this time in our lives, Jesse was thirty-eight and I was forty-two, not old, but older. Anyway, Rob had been around a year or so, having moved here after college for a job. He was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable. Rob had drifted to our table, he and I taking turns against Jesse on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots. Well, actually, they did most of the shots since I was the DD (designated driver) and I was nursing my drinks carefully.
Jesse, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and,as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee. Her smallish, 34B, breasts needed little support, even at thirty-eight. Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave. Rob casually mentioned that he was going to call a cab and get his car tomorrow since he'd had a 'bit too much', so to speak. I chimed in that we'd be happy to give him a lift to his place, to which, Jesse smilingly agreed.
It was as we waited for Rob to make a pit stop before we left Kelly's that I noticed, for the first time, the 'look' in Jesse's eyes, on her face.
"You get turned on by something?" I kiddingly asked, adding, "or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?"
Laughing, Jesse replied, "Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face," adding, "that it was a bit of both."
"Really?" So what turned you on?" I asked in return.
"You have to admit that Rob is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila," Jesse smilingly said.
Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how "Tequila makes her clothes fall off," or something like that. That could have been written about Jesse.
"Do you want to have a 'go' at Rob?," I asked.
She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, "I don't know,what do you think?"
Seeing Rob emerge from the restroom, I simply replied, "Play it like you want, baby, I'm game if it goes that way."
Smiling, she just leaned up and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth quickly.
"Damn, ya'll sure you don't want me to take a cab so that you can get home," Rob said, laughing afterwards.
