Her:
It was only natural that, as children, we became friends. Our parents had been best of friends; long before either one of us had been so much as a thought. As children, we were together on family vacations, holidays, etc. It was certainly easier to get one babysitter, than were two. We soon learned that we were more entertaining ourselves than was the babysitter, or our younger siblings. Our brothers were the same age, much too young for either of us to notice, so the only interruptions we had to endure were from his younger sister. We could usually outsmart her and played our own games, but we always had the threat of her somewhere in the background, looking to get us into trouble for not including her.
I remember that as a child, he was the one I looked up to for knowledge. He always seemed the wiser, older one. He learned to ride a bike first, and skate first, and had a magic box from which he was always extracting one form of entertainment or another. From this seeming fountain of knowledge, it was only natural that I learned of the birds and the bees. In his own, wonderful way, he taught me that boys and girls were different.
Of course by then I knew of these differences, but his teachings were a departure from my parent's. I had learned the physical differences in changing my brother's diapers. But he taught me more than that. He taught me the exciting, feeling, emotional differences. We soon learned together that the method for conceiving a baby (which our parent's had taught us scientifically) was much more fun if used in other ways. We explored, whenever we had the chance, the mysteries of our bodies as only innocent children can. I always looked to him for guidance and was enthralled at each exploration.
We quickly learned that our games, while childishly innocent, had to be kept between us alone. We could not trust the other kids not to expose our fun. I learned that, without a lot of effort, we could keep ourselves entertained for hours. Fortunately, our parents were so busy with their own lives that they only occasionally tried to dampen our fun, and usually when his younger sister "blew the whistle" on us. So during our childhood, and the dawning of puberty, we learned what was to become the foundation for our future sex lives.
So it should not have surprised either of us that, after some 25 years had passed, and three divorces between us, we both found ourselves single at the same time. He was the first to make contact, sending me an email that I responded to rather enthusiastically. In a surprisingly short time we made plans to spend a holiday together. Neither of us had anything else to do that sounded quite as fun. Little did he know the possibilities I had in store.
My ex-husband and I had lived in the 'Lifestyle' since we had met and started dating. Actually it was the best part of our marriage, the time I felt the closest to him and the one thing I refused to give up when we decided to divorce. I guess I had the attitude that if I was going to date, the Lifestyle was going to have to be something people knew about me from the beginning. So this being my first experience to introduce someone to my choice in life style, I wanted to do it right. And how do you do that, without seeming too pushy or aggressive?
Him:
It was all rather exciting. After all this time to finally make contact again with the girl of my youth, now grown to a woman. The coincidence of our both being single only added to the excitement surrounding our reunion. During our talks memories of our past times came flooding back. Feelings and images crowded for room in my mind. I remembered my budding sexuality as a teenager, and how she had lived in my early adolescent fantasies.
We had not seen each other all these years. God knows I had changed. I worried that she wouldn't like the man I was now. I was also slightly worried that I wouldn't be drawn to her physically. We had exchanged pictures, but pictures don't always reflect how we look in person. Pictures can hide the small imperfections that we all have and try to hide away from public view. But each time I looked at her photo, while I did see the adult she was now, I also saw the little girl I had known when I was but a boy. She was still there, looking out of older eyes, still smiling at me with wicked, fun filled laughter.
While she never directly told me of her choice in sexual life style, she did drop some strong hints. I had no personal experience with the 'Lifestyle', as she called it, nor knew anyone who had, but I was not totally ignorant. I had read articles and heard stories of other people who had experienced this 'wilder' side of life, and will admit to being intrigued by it all. When she suggested that she wanted to take me to a special club on the Saturday evening of my visit I felt torn. Part of me was excited by the prospect of experiencing something new to me, while the other, more 'rational' side was slightly afraid. She never would give me any details of this club, even when I asked direct questions, telling me instead to, "Trust her." As you can well imagine, this piqued my interest even more. The nights before my scheduled visit were filled with wonderful, sexual wonderings of the treat to come.
Her:
I didn't want to give him any details; I wanted him to judge the club for himself. I found it hard to imagine him not liking it. From what I remembered of our youth, he had always been adventurous. I didn't want to give away all the sordid details, as I might have scared him off. Usually people don't believe how freeing the Lifestyle is until they have experienced it for themselves. I think he was the first to bring it up again after he arrived. I wanted to play it cool; to be sure he was still interested. When he arrived, he sounded interested, but by Friday evening it was as if he was hinting that we shouldn't go. By now, I knew that his early demonstrations and teachings had carried over into his well-developed 'man' body, for soon after arriving at my house we kissed. Slowly lowering me on my back to the bed, he covered my body with his own, and made love to my lips. And later that night we made love with the rest of our bodies. A slow love, feeling each other out, getting reacquainted with each other's bodies, for the years had changed us both.
His soul was sincere, and his emotions intact. I knew he would have fun, if he would just "trust me".
It was decided that dinner and drinks were first in order. The slight flirting that carried on during dinner was only to be expected. As I took a shoe off under the table and slightly touched the insides of his thighs, his facial expressions were priceless. I knew he trusted me at this point. I suspected we had a fun evening ahead of us.
Him:
As we drove to the club my imagination was working overtime. What would it be like? What would I see? More importantly, what would she expect of me? But excitement over the coming experience overrode any fear I may have felt.
As we drew close to the location, I became puzzled. We were in an industrial looking area of town. No bright lights illuminated the night sky. No large crowds, no lines of cars filled the otherwise empty streets. As we approached the club, I saw an ordinary looking one-story building. The plain looking parking lot was filled with a variety of cars, providing a foretaste of what I would see inside. My nervousness grew, but I fought it, I didn't want her to know. We entered, paid the entrance fee, and passed through the inner door, into the club itself. As we entered, she quickly took my hand and gave it a slight squeeze. I knew it would be all right.
The almost overpowering beat of loud dance music assaulted us as soon as the door was opened. My eyes tried to take in everything at once. A large room with a long bar at one end, TV's hung from the ceiling. I looked again. On the screens a naked couple was making love, with all the pomp and circumstance of a well-made adult film. Tables and chairs surrounded the crowded dance floor. The far wall was mirrored, giving the impression that the room was larger yet. Beside the DJ booth, a smaller stage area was dressed with a vertical metal pole. The only other place I had seen such an adornment was in a topless dance bar. I wondered if I would see it used tonight. As we walked towards the bar, I looked at the people. At first glance I saw what one would expect to see in a bar, quite normal looking clientele. But upon closer inspection, I saw more -- bare shoulders, short dresses, and high heels, lots of them. Most of the women I could see were dressed in short, revealing outfits, almost all without hose of any sort. Bare flesh was available for any casual observer.
On the dance floor two young, lovely ladies were dancing together, close together. And my eyes opened wide of their own accord as I saw them grind their pelvises into each other's legs. I needed a drink.
Her:
I silently watched his face. His questioning apprehension slowly turned into a smile. Only a few moments earlier as we drove into the parking lot, I knew he would have been just as comfortable changing plans, renting a movie, and making mad passionate love to each other for the rest of the evening back home. Now I don't think I could pull him out of here even if I had wanted to.
