I didn't think it was possible to get any luckier in these last three months. After all, I was already pushing my good fortune thanks to Alison Brie.
I pushed it by actually meeting the gorgeous, irresistible star of "Community" and "Mad Men" three months ago. Then I really pushed it by getting lucky enough to sleep with her not long after. I really should have been struck down by lightning when we actually saw each other again afterwards, then kept seeing each other. By the time we actually started dating, I should have been swallowed whole by the jaws of Hell after my deal with the devil got called in.
And it really should have killed me when the topic of a threesome came up. Yet since I wasn't the one who brought it up, I got spared somehow.
After watching the movie "Hall Pass" one night, me and Alison somehow got to talking about what we might do -- and who we'd do it with -- if we had consequence free time off from our budding relationship. I wasn't comfortable with answering, since I already had my dream girl and I told her so. That got her flattered enough to go more all out than usual during sex that night -- but it also got her more interested in the hall pass topic afterwards.
Alison seemed to think it would be best to get any 'Hall Pass' fantasies out of the way early in the relationship. I had to wonder if she was having doubts about us if she was thinking that way, yet she said it was the exact opposite.
She was a sexually adventurous woman, which mixed and clashed with her sweet, bubbly persona that she perfected on TV and in interviews. But that mix of being really sweet and approachable, yet sexy and seductive, is what drew me to Alison on TV and in real life as well. She could switch from innocent little girl to sultry siren at the drop of a hat -- and she could do just about anything else with that body as well. With all that, I wasn't exactly looking to go anywhere.
Although Alison did trust me and herself, she figured we were in a good enough place that we could try something like a three-way, get it out of the way early and then fully settle for each other from then on in. I just had to pick the girl, celebrity or not, and she'd try to make it happen.
I didn't have to pick someone right away, so that wasn't my goal when we went to an industry party a week later. As her plus one, and as someone trying not to embarrass himself in front of the other TV stars there, I had other priorities on my mind. Trying not to get hard in public over Alison's tight, cleavage and curve flattering purple dress was also a concern as well.
But I got distracted from that, as much as I could, by geeking out over meeting my other favorite TV figures. Alison did let me walk around by myself as she caught up with some friends, so I must have been safe enough to behave on my own.
I didn't get lost and I didn't embarrass myself, so all was going well. Eventually I wanted to catch up to Alison, however, so I started walking around to look for her. Yet when I did find her, for a minute I thought she was talking to a double.
I shook that off after a second, since Emmy Rossum was wearing a light blue dress instead of a purple one like Alison's, and her hair was wavier too. However, it wasn't exactly crazy to mistake the "Shameless" and "Phantom of the Opera" star/singer in other ways. As I went over to the two actresses, that became even clearer.
Emmy's eyes were brown and not blue, but they were just as wide, deep, slightly doeish and quite easy to get thoroughly lost in, like Alison's. She had the same kind of wide, lovely smile as well and the same striking, smooth looking pale skin, while her chest had its own impressive outline and cleavage as well. I couldn't help but note that I had seen both these women naked as well -- although I saw Alison nude up close and personal, and Emmy nude in "Shameless" sex scenes.
But even just on TV, Emmy's nude form was quite impressive to me. By that measure, seeing it up close and personal.....
"Hey, quit checking us out and get over here!" Alison called out with a smirk, which snapped me out of it and made me actually walk towards them. I briefly worried if saying "checking us out" had made either of them suspicious, yet Alison still had a smile on as she introduced me to a smiling Emmy.
"I didn't know you two knew each other," I questioned Alison.
"Well, we just see each other once in a while at parties like this. We gossip, talk about our shows, that sort of thing," Alison clarified.
"And does that gossip include new boyfriends, I'm afraid to ask?" I couldn't help but check.
"Not that graphically until now," Emmy chimed in, then reassured me she was kidding after I got a little red. She promised that Alison spoke very highly of me, with smut-free details, which both settled me down and turned me just the littlest bit on.
However, I gradually got more turned on as I talked with both Alison and Emmy for a few more minutes. They weren't doppelgangers, but talking to Emmy and discreetly checking her out was almost the same as with Alison. They were both gorgeous brunettes with insanely beautiful eyes, perfect smiles, creamy, soft pale skin -- or at least that how I imagined Emmy's -- impressive tits, flawless figures and striking voices that would sound amazing in the throes of passion.
Beyond that, they were just both cool and charming and sweet people. They straddled the line between comedy and drama on TV, sang in their spare time -- although only Emmy sang in an Andrew Lloyd Webber production -- and showed a fair amount of skin, although Emmy was allowed to show a lot more on Showtime.
Alison could be deceptively sweet at times, as part of her appeal, and Emmy seemed to be the exact same way. I could tell there was something naughty beneath that sweet, seemingly innocent face, just like my girlfriend. Plus, since Emmy was reminiscent of Alison, it would only make sense to choose her and make it a little easier to be with someone else.
That settled it, albeit just as Emmy prepared to take her leave and talk to other guests. Before I knew it, she was saying goodbye, shaking my hand and patting me on the upper arm. After that startled me for a moment, I shook it off and took Alison aside. "That's her," I finally whispered while pointing to Emmy.
"Right, that's Emmy, we just talked to her," Alison reminded me. "I don't have to cut you off already, right?" she asked while miming taking a drink.
"No, I mean....that's her," I stressed, hoping that stressing the last phrase would clue her in. Alison looked at me and then back to her, then seemed to get it.
"Oh, her!" she got herself to whisper, then paused and just asked, "Her?" to me. "You're sure?" she finished after I nodded.
"Yeah. I mean, you know each other already, so that breaks the ice. Maybe not that well enough for this, but I sense some....compatibility there," I theorized.
"Well, this isn't just for me. Do you see....compatibility with you and her?" Alison checked. I hoped there weren't any worries or jealousy hidden in that, although this whole thing was her idea. Nevertheless, I knew how to reassure her.
"I do. But I really think it'll only work with you there," I promised. "You two are gorgeous enough apart, but together...." I trailed off before making myself continue. "I won't ever need to act out another fantasy with someone else after that. It'll be all out of my system then. Probably out of yours too."
I couldn't speak to her fantasy system, or even to what mine would be like in the future. But I meant what I said -- this one was hot enough that I didn't see myself needing another one. Alison seemed to be won over, as she concluded, "Well, you could have certainly chosen worse. You couldn't have chosen that much better, either." She seemed to be deep in thought, or at least pretended to be, before asking, "So how do we do this?"
We spent the next few minutes going over the logistics and a game plan, then headed off to put phase 1 in motion. After catching up to Emmy again, we offered to buy her a drink at the nearest bar, since I wanted to hear some behind the scenes stuff from her. That was true, and we figured she needed a little alcohol in her to proceed, so it was a win-win.
But if this was going to happen, Emmy could not actually be drunk -- just slightly tipsy enough to agree to come to Alison's home with us. The rest we would handle from there without needing much more alcohol. For this stage, however, we just talked and drank a little bit, and went through enough banter to lay the groundwork for later. It was always fun bantering with Alison, but Emmy could hold her own as well, further convincing me that I made the right call.
After a couple drinks, me and Alison figured that we had all reached our limit, at least around here. We told Emmy that we didn't bring much more money, but that we could enjoy drinks for free at Alison's place. Fueled by the little buzz and by our fun conversation -- or at least I presumed so -- Emmy agreed to leave with us.
Since we limited our alcohol take, we could drive without risking too much trouble. However, Emmy obviously didn't know the way to Alison's, and we didn't want to risk that she couldn't drive that well, or that she'd get lost. So I offered to drive Emmy there in her car, while Alison took hers alone.
Before we parted, Alison whispered teasingly, "Don't start without me," which was a helpful reminder and an almost too erotic one.
But I got under control enough to head for Emmy's car without arousing -- or attracting -- or rising -- or just provoking suspicion. Soon enough, I was driving it towards Alison's house with Emmy in the back seat, wondering if I needed to break the silence. This was my first one-on-one time with her, and although it was too soon to make a move, it might pay off to lay some more groundwork.
