Literotic asexstories – Do You Want to Try It? by silverisgold,silverisgold
*March 1997*
“Hi babe,” Jolie chirped as she got into the car, leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. I’d agreed to pick her up tonight specifically because I knew she’d be absolutely exhausted. We had both been working a bit more than usual with the Washington State Loggers convention in town. I worked as a DJ at the “upscale” strip club, although Saturday was my daytime shift, because my boss didn’t feel like it was fair for the same DJ to have two weekend night shifts, given they were the most lucrative. Jolie, meanwhile, danced at the more “working class” one, although she made way more money than me. She’d started two years ago, when she got sick of waiting tables, and I followed into the industry the next year when a friend of ours needed someone and offered me a spot at his bar.
“How was the night?” I asked as she buckled in.
“Amazing, actually. I made close to a thousand bucks.”
“Shit! That’s gotta be a fucking record.”
“Oh, definitely. I think the best I ever did before on a Saturday night was 350,” she observed. “How about you?”
“I pulled about 300. Pretty great for a day shift.”
“That’s awesome,” she said, pointing to a red and black VW bus that was backing up to make sure I didn’t trail the wrong car. We were following our friend Corrine back to the apartment she shared with her husband. It’d been a hell of a week, and we were planning on unwinding and hanging out, having a drink or two and maybe smoking some weed. Corrine and her hubby Ron were a few years older than us, but cool people and fun to chill with. Plus Corrine was majorly cute and loved to flirt with me, which was an added bonus.
“Ok, so this is maybe a weird and sudden question, and I won’t be offended if you say no,” Jolie began. “But…do you want to swing with them?”
I looked over at her, and didn’t say anything at first, as my brain knew what she had said but was trying to catch up. She had a neutral expression on her face, but her eyes were quite wide, which I knew meant she was invested but not wanting to push. I tried to think of what question to ask first, because at least 10 popped into my head.
Jolie was my first real love. I was in my first year of grad school for Occupational Therapy, and she was a senior in the University’s Music department. We’d started dating her freshman/my sophomore year, and last year we tied the knot. I’d been a bit shocked at how fast we fell for each other, but I also realized very quickly what a catch she was. She was smart, kind, loving, and our conversations flowed easily. Plus, she was a definite stunner, with a face that resembled Audrey Hepburn in her prime, 5’4″, slim but ridiculously curvy, with a bubble butt and a 34D chest. Her skin was olive tone, but her eyes bright blue, with full pouty lips, and her hair was a long, thick, dark brown mane.
I occasionally worried, though, because I was her first, that she might have moments of wondering “what if” or something similar. Not that I was a model of experience, since she was literally the sixth woman I’d ever slept with, but college was supposed to be the time when you could slut it up a bit, go to parties and make a couple of reckless decisions and be grateful for condoms and plan B. Instead, neither of us really had that opportunity, but again, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Anyway, back to the question at hand…
“Where did this topic come from?” I asked.
“We talked today. I just asked her if they ever had, since I’ve gotten a couple of vibes, and I was really curious about it. Plus, I know from a couple of the conversations we’ve had before that maybe it’s an idea that turns us both on.”
“And obviously they’re into it…” I added, half questioning.
“Yeah, she said yes, they had for some time, and asked if we ever had. I told her no but we were curious. So we chatted about it during some downtime, and I resolved to talk with you before we decided to put any kind of plan in motion.”
(I’ll get to the part of the story where we’d talked about the possibility in a bit, I promise, but first let me tell the part of the story where we have this conversation)
“Okay…what…what were you thinking?”
“Well, we have them over, talk about it, set some ground rules, and if we’re all on the same page, we all fuck like rabbits.”
“No, I mean…I mean I’m just a bit surprised. I thought that was just a fantasy you had. Plus, I really didn’t think Ron was your type,” I added.
Ron was in his early 30’s, with long curly hair, lots of tattoos and piercings, and looked exactly like what he did for a living, a guy who painted portraits of people’s commissions of their families and partners for a gallery. I, by contrast, was 6′ even, with a slim chiseled frame, and often was told I looked like James Marsters, a/k/a Spike from the “Buffy” TV show.
“Well, normally, no. But he’s a pretty charming guy, and as time has gone on he’s kind of grown on me,” she said with a grin. “Plus Corrine swears he’s amazing in bed.”
“Okay…”
“What?” she asked.
“I’m just surprised. This coming from the same girl who basically used to slide right up beside me when some of the little undergrad bitches came up to me during your events.”
“That’s because those are little skanks trying to see if they can get you to cheat on me to get back at the fact that I’ve got more clout in the department than they’ll ever have. But in this case, I’m not even remotely worried about her. She’ll just want to fuck you until your balls are drained and then hand you back. She’s happy in her marriage.”
“Interesting. I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“You know I’m right. I’m not jealous when it comes to the idea of you fucking another woman. Also, don’t even lie and tell me you’re not interested in absolutely railing the shit out of Corrine.”
I just grinned at her and let out a low chuckle. Of course I was. She was practically a wet dream come to life for me. About 5’3″, and absolutely tiny, she couldn’t have been more than a size 2 or 3 due to an incredibly small waist. She was nine years older than me and ticked my older woman fantasy for sure, even though she could have passed for a college kid. Her body was a perfect hourglass, though, with great handful tits that were probably only a large B or small C cup, but looked big on her small frame. A perfect heart-shaped ass, muscle tone that was cut without any conceivable bulk, along with wavy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pale alabaster skin, and a sculpted face reminiscent of a young Cate Blanchett completed the package. Plus, with her collection of small tattoos, a pierced nipple and clit, propensity for leather wear, and a sensual way of moving, she radiated vibes that were a combination of punker girl and pure sex.
“Look, think about it for a bit, you don’t have to answer me right now. I’m game to try this with them, but if you don’t want to, I’m fine with that and I really don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want. And if you want to try it and you get uncomfortable, we can back out. But if you are interested, let’s try it one night with them, and let’s talk about whether we want to do it again afterwards, or just chalk it up to a one-time thing.”
I let her words sink in, looking over. I knew we loved each other and it was solid. I tried to think beyond just nailing Corrine, which had been a fantasy for at least a few months. What would it be like to see her with another man?
I’d seen her make out with her friend Melinda once, during a night we’d gone to a concert together and gotten a bit tipsy. I hadn’t been jealous then, although my brain said it might be different with another man, I also reasoned to myself that Ron was going to want exactly what Corrine wanted, fun and then a return to his wife. Plus, thinking back to Melinda, Jolie had also pushed me and her to make out as well, which had only fallen apart when all three of us fell off the couch in a slightly inebriated heap and couldn’t stop laughing. Several days later she had told me very matter of factly that if I ever had sex with Melinda, she would be happy about it. I had questioned her briefly i surprise, but she held firm.
As my brain returned to the car, I realized we’d been silent for a bit.
“Look, I think we’ll need to talk a lot…” I began.
“Understandable, totally…” she cut in, and it was clear she thought I was tabling the discussion for now.
“Let me finish.” I paused, took a deep breath, and glanced at her with a smile. “I’m saying yes. It sounds like a lot of fun, but I do think we’re going to have to talk before this happens, and then a lot after it does. And if either you or I get uncomfortable during it, we bail out, okay? No questions, no guilt, we just stop and call it a night. Deal?”
She grinned from ear to ear. “Deal!”
By this point we’d gotten off of the main drag of 30th street, and had taken a few turns into their neighborhood, and took a couple more until we pulled up to a rather standard looking four plex. I know we talked a bit more, but couldn’t tell you for the life of me what we talked about. Before I knew it, we were following Corrine into the front door.
Corrine set her bag down, walking over toward the kitchen, where her husband was on the phone. Jolie walked over to Corrine and said “You know that thing we discussed earlier? The answer is yes.”
Corrine smiled at her, then gave me a sexy half-smirk, and as her husband got off the phone from ordering a pizza, she leaned up and whispered in his ear. He grinned, and we hung out that night for a couple hours, eating food, talking, and eventually making our way home, since both girls were quite tired and we somewhat understood that nothing was happening then.
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