Probably I was trying to placate her and get out of that situation as gracefully as possible. “I know I’ve got to get out of here; give me a couple of minutes to get dressed and you’ll never see me again.”
Paul didn’t say anything, but I assumed he was thinking along the same lines. I figured that his relationship and my friendship with her had crumbled in an instant.
I was just swinging my bare legs over the edge of the bed and I didn’t notice how relaxed she was. The first thing she said was, “Judy, please calm down, it’s okay, really.”
“What do you mean, ‘it’s okay?’ ”
For the first time, I notice her bemused expression. “I mean you don’t have to get up. Would you like me to get you a drink? What would you want?”
What she had said barely registered with me. “I have no idea.”
“Maybe a glass of wine would be enough.” Then she spoke to Paul. “I’ll get you one too.”
I could see the dismay on this face. He thought he had really fucked up everything and he seemed to want to get out of there as much as I did. Yet like me he was also confused about how to do it gracefully. We just sat there looking straight ahead without saying anything.
In a few moments, Michelle returned with a tray with three water tumblers on it. Somehow I grasped that those were easier to balance than wine glasses. Yet I still asked, “What is the third glass for?”
“Well, silly, that’s for me.” After handing the drinks to Paul and me, she pulled off her shoes. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to scoot in there between the two of you. Yeah, there are advantages to having a queen-size bed.”
Once she was in there, fully dressed, she asked me. “Sweetie, please hand me my glass.” The tray was on the nightstand.
I asked her, “What are you doing back here? Sorry, it’s your house, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Oh, a change of plans. It happens sometimes; no big deal.”
I was still trying to grasp what was going on, but Michelle obviously understood my dilemma. She patiently explained to me, “You see, Judy, I’ve known for a long time that you have been interested in me. I’ve felt that about you too, but I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Well, now I know what to do.”
For a moment, I considered that she was playing the biggest head fake ever on me, but that didn’t make sense. If she was really angry, she would have at least ordered Paul and me out of the house. Getting into bed with us was beyond anybody’s capacity of patience.
I asked, “So what are you going to do, as you said?”
“Hah, sometimes you are so naïve.” She put her arm around me. “Let’s just say you don’t have to be concerned about getting up early tomorrow. I mean, I’m already here!”
“This can’t be happening.”
“Relax, it is happening. Have your drink and you’ll see.” She looked at Paul, who seemed very tense too. “Hey, you’re going to be a part of this too.”
I needed another glass of wine before I could go through with it, but then I lost my inhibitions. So did Michelle and Paul. I had imagined being in a threesome, and there were plenty of ways to indulge ourselves. I especially liked going down on my friend as Paul took me from behind, but that was only the beginning.
For the next six months, I lived out one of my biggest fantasies. Yes, I was quite a hot and wild lady indeed.
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