The Straight Girl
I’ll call her Red because she wore red pantyhose and she never did give me her real name. I suppose I could have found out what her name was. I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered. They come up a lot, stage names do. Everyone has a part to play.
“I was hoping you’d come,” she said, smiling at me. “I enjoy your writing.” It’s always a little jarring to hear this. She had my dossier. I had nothing on her.
The broad, multi-hued horizontal stripes on her tight dress were the sort of thing only petite women can get away with. The front of the dress was zipped only half way, revealing a sports-bra that strained to keep its heavy payload in place. Red’s curly hair framed a kind and intelligent face.
I mumbled something about having a smoke. “I’ll come with,” she responded. Leslie, who had been flirting with a shy couple, snapped some pictures of us,
It was only later, as we sat side by side on a couch by the dance floor, that I found out Red was straight. I hadn’t known there were any straight girls left. She lived in Brooklyn, not far away from the party. “So, the after-party is at your place then?”
“That’s awfully presumptuous of you!” She laughed in a way that told me she was now playing the part of the coy ingenue.
“Is it?” I grabbed a handful of her ample ass. “Because I could have sworn you’d planned this.”
When we arrived at her charming apartment on the top floor of a classic brownstone, Red plied us with exotic rum. And smoke. “My friends are going to think I’m such a slut,” she remarked, which I found odd since our mutual friends ran, you know, a sex party.
Red wanted to show us a video of her performing at a reading of erotic stories. She wheeled out a little teevee, and when she bent over to put the tape in I sprang from my seat, unsheathing my hard-on and lifting her dress in a single fluid motion. “Oh,” she said as I rubbed against her ass.
Red’s story was abstractly sexual yet stimulating nonetheless. I sat squinting at the screen, trying to reconcile the Red on stage with the Red sitting next to me. Leslie was delighted by the story, but then she’s a sucker for anything that employs animal imagery. “You’ve never considered starting a sex blog?” I asked Red.
“I don’t think I’d want to be exposed like that.”
When Red slipped away to use the bathroom I stood before Leslie, my beautiful wife immediately taking me into her mouth. I barely noticed when Red appeared behind me. “I was hoping you guys would be doing that.” I could taste mouthwash on her tongue. She settled next to Leslie, admiring her work, and then leaned toward my midsection, her mouth open, peering up at me. “Do you like it when two girls suck your dick?”
They were working either side of the head. I sighed.
Lying next to me now, her legs spread wide, her pantyhose and underwear lying in a pile on the living room floor, Red held her hand over her cunt. “Let’s see it,” I insisted. “Oh, that’s a pretty pussy.” The girl laughed, as did my wife. “We’d probably be more comfortable in the bedroom,” I continued, and moments after tumbling upon the bed I settled between Red’s thighs while my naughty wife licked my balls and ass from behind.
“I want to see if I can take you all the way,” said my new playmate. I made her wait, plunging into my wife instead, and when I took Leslie from behind Red placed one hand on her ass and another on mine. I slipped out, my cock twitching, glistening with Leslie’s wetness, inches from Red’s mouth. Respecting her boundaries, I didn’t ask, but she did it anyway, wrapping her lips around me and then, when I was good and clean, carefully pushing me back into Leslie’s pussy.
I thought about the labels we assign to ourselves. Straight. Bi. Gay. What does it matter where pleasure is concerned? We are all hairless primates. And compared with the rest of the animal kingdom, even the most genetically gifted among us really do look ridiculous naked.
My eyes widened when Red removed her top. “Wow,” I told her, “I’m not usually a breast man but you have magnificent tits!” As the sky brightened I tore into her, the two of us tumbling into an absurd number of positions. Everything but what I really wanted: face in the sheets, ass in the air, affording me an unfettered view of her shapely buttocks, her puckered asshole, her wet cunt. I think she’d been denying herself, because when I finally had her from behind she gasped: “You’re filling me up! You’re filling me up!”
I came hard, kissing my wife deeply while I was balls deep in new pussy. I needed this; I needed to fuck someone I didn’t already know. And I needed Leslie to be there for it.
By the time we left an inch of snow had accumulated. Brooklyn never looked so beautiful. “That one was for me,” I told my wife. “The next one is for you.” She took my hand and I continued, “I think I prefer it when you’re the center of attention.”
Red emailed me a couple of weeks later, telling me she’d been deliriously happy since our encounter, that she could see how much Leslie and I loved each other and had been inspired to find her own love.
We really are doing the Lord’s work.
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Calico | Jun 28, 12:59 AM | #
Oh, this was beautiful.
Eric | Jun 30, 04:21 PM | #
Long time reader, first time poster.
Always enjoy your writing, Lex, and I have been living a wonderfully similar lifestyle for a few years now. A recent experience, however, has caused me to ask some questions. I was diagnosed with genital warts. I have had enough sex partners in the last while that just informing everyone took a while. Most surprising to me was how many of my previous partners said ‘oh, don’t worry, I have them as well.’
Did they not think to tell me? Is it just assumed that most people who inhabit the world of promiscuity have HPV? What about Herpes? Are these now so common that it is no longer necessary to talk about them?
Anyway, I was wondering if you could address the STD issue – one rarely talked about on these types of blogs (for good reason, I know it doesn’t make for fun reading).
What are your thoughts? What understanding/arrangement do you and Les have about this sort of thing?
Thanks
E.
Lex | Jul 3, 05:47 PM | #
Seems like a good topic for an entry. I’m still chewing it over.
SJ | Jul 13, 05:12 PM | #
One of my partners doesn’t worry about anything besides HIV. I’m trying to talk her into at least caring about the hepetitises and herpes, but I’m having trouble. Another partner is more careful but has always been an unprotected-oral kind of girl.
I have HPV, and apparently have had it since before my first partner. I didn’t know I had it for several years. Once I discovered, I told all of my partners. I still feel like a walking carcinogen. At least my current partners don’t seem too worried.