Here it is...the second chapter in this new series. This chapter will include some mild BDSM, M/f and M/f/f sexual situations. Due to my inability to acquire an editor, I will be submitting this as is. Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors...I tried!
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Throughout the evening, Sarah was very friendly with me. Perhaps even a little flirtatious, but I doubted that. She was in a committed relationship with Mariko and as Gabe had said, no one had ever seen her with a man. I assumed that she was just a lesbian who simply liked to tease men at times. That probably should have bothered me, but it didn't. I liked them both and although I'd known them only a short time, I considered them both friends.
The three of us spent most of the evening drinking and having what I can only call a delightful conversation. Just before midnight I decided to head back to my room. As I stood, both girls hugged me tightly and I received a kiss on the cheek from both and then hand-in-hand they walked out the door just ahead of me.
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June 30th rolled around and I was packing my things in anticipation of moving into my apartment when my cell phone rang. It was a manager of the apartment complex that I was going to move into. He told me that due to circumstances beyond his control, he had to rent the apartment to somebody else. I was to learn much later that he rented what was to be my apartment to a nephew as a family favor.
Naturally, I was more than a little disappointed...I was actually very angry. I cursed him soundly then hung up on him. It was very frustrating to know that I would have to begin my apartment search all over again.
Instead of remaining angry and doing something stupid, I decided to head over to Anything Goes and get myself good and properly drunk.
A very short time later, I arrived and ordered my first beer of the night. It was relatively early in the day, so Gabe was tending bar. I asked him. "Have you ever heard of Bärenjäger?" Bärenjäger is a very sweet and delicious drink imported from Germany and is made with honey. It tastes exactly like honey with the exception of the alcohol burn as it goes down. I'd been drinking the stuff for years.
"Sure...I keep a bottle in the freezer, so I can serve it nice and cold."
"Well, give me a double...and be ready to keep them coming." I settled in for a long night of drinking.
Approximately four or five beers, three, maybe four double shots and I don't know how much time later, I was, as I put it, half in the bag. I wasn't quite commode hugging drunk yet...but I could see that coming in the near future. I was drunk enough that I didn't even notice that Sarah and Mariko had come in and sat down on either side of me.
"What are you celebrating?" Sarah asked.
"Nothing...." My speech was slurred, but only slightly so. "I'm drinking to get drunk to keep myself from kicking the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it."
Mariko looked at me and giggled. "Why Trip, don't tell me you're drunk." She asked me innocently with a cute little grin. I could tell that Mariko was no stranger to sarcasm.
I looked at her with a lopsided grin. "Not as drunk as I'm going to be."
"What happened?" Asked Sarah with a little concern in her voice. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"The apartment I was supposed to move into tomorrow is suddenly no longer available. The landlord screwed me over. I have to begin my search all over again."
A dazzling smile suddenly spread across Sarah's face. "So, I guess you're looking for a place to stay."
"Yup."
"Today just might be your lucky day. Mariko and I live in a large four-bedroom house and we're looking to rent a room. Any chance you might be interested?"
I was surprised. The offer came from left field, so to speak. I barely knew these girls and yet, they were offering me a place to stay. "First, I'd have to see the place. Second, how much rent are you looking for?" I still wasn't completely sure about this.
"As far as rent goes, we're asking for $400 per month. That would give you a bedroom, your own bathroom and full kitchen privileges." Sarah told me. And...you can see it whenever you like. How about tomorrow?"
I was drunk enough and desperate enough to say. "Then I'll look at it tomorrow. What about furniture?"
"There is one of those rent-to-own furniture shops just a quarter-mile or so down the street from us. I'm sure you can find something there."
Yet another three beers and two double shots later, I was well and truly drunk. I had vague memories of Sarah and Mariko walking me to my hotel room and tucking me into bed. Things were foggy and I wasn't sure, but I seem to remember Sarah kissing me on the lips just before they left. I dunno...maybe I just dreamed it.
The next morning, I woke up...gratefully with no hangover. I showered, put on clean clothes and went to work. I processed a few order forms for parts. Thank the gods I was at least partially computer literate. Just as my lunch break came, my cell phone started ringing. I did not recognize the number, but answered it anyway. I heard Sarah's voice.
"Hey, Trip. You still interested in looking at that room?"
"I don't see any reason why not. What time?"
"What time do you get off of work?"
"Oh, I guess around 18:00, that's 6 PM to you civilians." I said with only a little sarcasm.
"Then Mariko and I will pick you up at your room at about 6:30, okay?"
"I'll see you then." I hit the end button to cut the connection and put my cell phone back in my pocket.
The afternoon went by at a snail's pace. It's funny, how when you're looking forward to something, no matter how minor, time seems to drag by. I finished up at about seven or eight past 6:00 PM. And then drove straight home. No sooner than I got there, the girls drove up in what looked like a vintage '65 Chevrolet Corvair convertible that almost appeared brand-new. I hadn't seen one of those since Jesus was a Lance Corporal. [ Sorry JC ]
They smiled at me and Sarah said. "Ready to go?" I nodded and vaulted into the back seat. "Hey! Be careful with the upholstery!" She admonished but was still smiling.
Ten minutes later, we turned onto Saddle Mountain Circle, a large cul-de-sac on the west side of San Juan. The house was much larger than I had expected. There was a large front porch and a three car garage. Unlike many of the homes in southern California, this one was not stucco, but appeared to be brick. On the outside, the house appeared clean and the lawn was meticulously cared for. We went inside.
The inside of the house was even neater than the outside was. The furnishings were contemporary that had a slight European look about them. Sarah told me that she inherited the house from her grandparents, who received it from their ancestors, who immigrated to the US just before the Communists took power in what became the Soviet Union. Her ancestors were apparently apart of the Old Russian aristocracy and had fled the country with a lot of money and wealth.
"You're of Russian descent?" I had asked her.