My friend Jeanette had always wondered what it would feel like to have two men inside her.
Now, before I begin I should say that Jeanette (she goes by the nickname Jet) and I had been friends for years and, despite a couple of drunken fondlings, had never had a physical relationship with one other. We were great friends but our timing was always off: whenever she was in a relationship I wasn't, and vice versa. After nearly 4 years we'd finally figured out that our fate was just to be deeply intimate friends - but no more than that.
Which makes our experience at a Manhattan Beach party that summer all the more interesting. It was one of those late August beach parties that seem to last for a week, and we'd been having a great time together with a bunch of friends. The house itself was cavernous, with 2 large bedrooms on the top floor overlooking the beach; the downstairs floor was huge and it's where the guests were partying. I don't remember how we got onto the subject, but at some point we started talking about our past sexual experiences. She knew that I'd had a few 3 somes and, after she downed a very large margarita, told me that she'd always had the fantasy of being with 2 men.
Jet's a very beautiful gal - about 5'3", shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, and a small-breasted, athletic body - and she's also very conservative. She worked in accounts payable for a movie production company, wore dark-rimmed glasses and pulled her hair back tight in a pony tail; when you saw her at work you'd say she was "pretty", but certainly not outwardly sexual. Truth be told, I didn't really think much of it - I just thought it was 2 people drinking and talking about sex.
But she wouldn't let it go. No matter what we talked about she kept coming back to it. She wanted to have a 3some. Her and 2 men. And she was quite specific: she didn't want one man behind, one man in front. She wanted 2 men INSIDE her. The more she talked about it the more animated she got; she seemed to take on a new demeanor, like she was giving life to some hidden part of herself.
Thinking I was calling her bluff, I finally said that I'd help her, that I'd be happy to share her with another guy. She knew I was straight, and I reminded her as much, and she simply stuck out her hand and shook it. "It's a deal," she said, then scurried off into the party. Haha, I thought - you get a bit of tequila in her and Ms. Accountant wants to talk slutty.
About 45 minutes later, Jet came back with James in tow. We both had seen James around the Manhattan Beach circuit - he was athletic and clean-looking, albeit a bit nerdy - and he seemed a bit nervous when he introduced himself to me. Jet said, very matter-of-factly, that James was going to help us with our project. "Huh," I asked, "what project is that?" I had forgotten about what he'd talked about earlier.
