"Ting!" The sound of my phone telling me I had a new text. I glanced down to see who it was from. Angie. Perfect.
"Still on for tonight?" it read.
"Wouldn't miss it!" I replied.
"Me either!" came back.
Angie was a woman I'd met off of Craigslist. My son had gone off on an impromptu sleepover at a friend's house, leaving me with no plans for the evening. I'd posted a Craigslist ad saying I had suddenly had an evening free and that it would be fun to meet for a drink and perhaps other adult activities. I hadn't put much hope in it, but figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Somewhat to my surprise, I got several emails fairly quickly, and wound up going out with one of the women who emailed. Sure enough, we had a couple of drinks and wound up back at her apartment for the night. As you might guess, it was a terrific night - she was very attractive as well as adventurous.
I got a few more emails the next day as well, and a couple more even after that. One in particular was fun - wondered if the offer was only good the night before or in the future, and saying she appreciated correct grammar and spelling, as well as including a picture. And that she desperately needed a distraction from her suburban, SUV driving, married ('we can talk about that later') life.
So of course I wrote back. We emailed back and forth a few times, and wound up meeting at a restaurant/bar we both knew and hit it off, even kissing a bit awkwardly at her car. We kept emailing/texting/talking, waiting on a chance to get together and finally were able to. A couple of mimosas and a foot massage for her later, we wound up stripping each other and had amazing sex. But that's a story for a different time . . .
We'd stayed in touch and had gotten together when we could - with her still being married and with a couple of kids, and with me having my son half-time, it wasn't always easy to coordinate. But we managed, and it was worth it every time - she was sexy as hell, she thought I was also, and sex-wise we fit well. And I don't mean in the anatomical sense, though that was true also. We were equally adventurous, and on the same page. It worked well for both of us.
We had even made it out a few times, to places where no one was likely to recognize her. She'd thought about stepping out for a long time, as her husband was rather lacking, so she'd worked through a lot of the potential issues emotionally beforehand. As she had explained, she still put a lot of effort into taking care of herself and he didn't, so she wasn't attracted to him sexually.
Tonight was a night we'd just planned to stay in. She'd said she and her friend Tracie were headed to the mountains for the night, which they'd done somewhat regularly together in the past, so we'd have all night and the luxury of waking up next to each other. Usually we'd talk over a couple of drinks and some snacks, have a movie or music on in the background, and slowly, teasingly, come together. Not always - there'd been times when we just had to have the other, and would start kissing and stripping the other as soon as she walked in the door.
"Ting!" My phone went off again. It was Angie - probably saying she was on the way or something similar. I felt myself stirring at the thought and read over the text.
"OK if Tracie comes along?" I read. Tracie was her best friend, married to a guy who was a complete ass according to Angie. They had also spent an absolutely torrid night together in Vegas on a girls-only trip, and videoed it. Angie had insisted on showing it to me not long after we started sleeping together, and damn it was HOT! They'd both been curious, and attracted to the other (who wouldn't be?) and after a lot of drinks in Vegas they'd decided it was time to try. Angie had always said it was amazing.
All that went through my brain in a split-second before I texted back. "Of course. What does she like to drink?"
"Same as me." Good. That meant I didn't have to visit the liquor store again. Simple tip - when going out with someone, always have what they like to drink on hand when you know they're coming over.
"Great - about 8?" That was the time Angie had been planning on coming over.
"Yep! C U then . . ."
As I waited and got ready, I pondered what Tracie coming might mean. I knew her husband was an ass and that Angie thought she needed to dump him, but I didn't quite know why. And, of course, my mind bounced back to the video of their encounter, wondering if that was Angie's idea or if Tracie just needed a night away also. From what Angie had said, Tracie had never stepped out (unless you count the night with Angie), and hadn't slept with too many men before getting married.
My mind was still swirling when I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening and hearing Angie say "Hi there!" I turned the corner from the kitchen toward the front door and Angie and Tracie walked in.
"Hey there!" I pulled Angie in to kiss her, since I knew Tracie knew about us. I felt her put her arm around me and hold me in, our tongues finding each other and kissing passionately. Angie broke off just as we were really getting going.
"Bob, meet Tracie. And Tracie - this is Bob." Angie's eyes glinted as she introduced us. I had the advantage - having seen the video, I had a good idea of what she looked like - both clothed and naked.
I held my arms out and stepped towards Tracie. "Nice to meet you!" I gave Tracie a brief hug, and felt her arms on my back as she hugged back briefly, giving me a quick impression of her breasts.
"And nice to meet you! I've heard a lot." Tracie gave a kind of smirk as she said it, and looked around just a touch nervously.
"Well, come on in! What can I get you to drink?" I motioned them in, seeing that Angie was headed to the kitchen. "I can make mimosas, mixed drinks, a couple types of beer, water, whatever . . . " I'd led with mimosas since that was what Angie and I had had the first time we'd had sex.
Tracie either didn't know that or didn't catch it. "Can you make a gin and tonic?"
I nodded. "Sure, I'll join you. Have a seat - make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
As I moved to the kitchen, I saw Tracie take a seat on the couch next to Angie. As I made a pair of gin and tonics, and opened a beer for Angie, I felt Angie walk in. She took my head and leaned in to kiss me, full of passion. Our tongues again met and danced, and this time she didn't break off too soon. We kissed for a minute and then she broke away.
"Mmmm . . . I didn't want to stop earlier, but . . ."
I nodded. "Yep, company!"
"Her plans fell through, and since we're supposed to be together up in the mountains I didn't want her to miss a chance to be away from her house."
"Oh, no problem. Glad to meet her!"
"See why I couldn't resist her in Vegas?" Angie smiled as she said it, knowing I'd agree.
"Oh, hell yeah! We better get back out there, though, or I'm going to have to bend you over and take you right now."
Angie laughed. "Promises, promises . . . " She picked up her beer and started out to the living room. I followed with the pair of gin and tonics.
Tracie was kicked back on the couch in the middle seat, Angie on one side of her. I handed her the drink and sat down on the open seat, next to Tracie. I took a second to add up my impressions.
Tracie was tall - like 5'9", a couple of inches taller than Angie. She was also blonde, compared to Angie's curly dark auburn hair. Pretty face - lean, but not too thin. Looked like a terrific figure - a bit thinner than Angie, with a bust that looked to be similarly sized. Of course, I had the advantage of having seen their video, so I had an idea of what she looked like naked, and subconsciously filling in anything missing. And she was well-proportioned, her legs and torso just right relative to each other. All in all, I could see why Angie would be so attracted to her, and vice-versa. Hell, I was hoping we'd all get naked - and that didn't even seem like too big a stretch.
We engaged in some small talk, and as we did Tracie drained her drink. "Like another one?" I asked.
She nodded. "That'd be great. Could you make something like a 7&7?"
