I first met Sally in a bar. I was going out with friends and spotted her in a corner with some pimply-faced chap who did his best to chat her up, but she was having none of it. She was tall, curvaceous, with large radiant brown eyes and long light-brown hair. She had bountiful D-cup breasts but it was her eyes that I noticed first, and what drew me to her. I made eye contact with her as she was boredly scanning the room while the young man by her side was saying something to her which she obviously didn't find that interesting. Her eyes lingered on me for a second and I knew she liked what she saw.
I played the game for about half an hour, occasionally glancing at her and watching her increased annoyance with the fellow she was with. I later learned she'd gone out to this bar with him mainly because she was bored sitting at home, not necessarily because she fancied him. As the evening wore on she'd become increasingly disinterested in him, and would have left for home early if she hadn't spotted me.
Finally I put her out of her misery and, as the young lad went to fetch a drink at the bar, approached her. "Hi", I said, "you look bored."
"Do I?" She queried, raising a delicate eyebrow. She was only a few inches shorter than me and she wasn't wearing particularly high heels. At 6'2" I'm not exactly a shorty. I figured her to be around 5'10".
"Yes," I said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "I think you need to be entertained a bit." I winked at her, and she cracked a smile. I knew I had her then.
Sally was 22, in her final year of university where she studied industrial design. I was six years her senior which, at that age, was quite a gap, but she found that a bonus as she was so tired of guys her own age and their fanciful prancing.
The young man she was with that evening was a former neighbour of hers from childhood, and once he returned with drinks it didn't take me long to discourage him from any further participation in our conversation. Sally and I chatted for hours, and once the night wrapped up I walked her to the taxi rank. We kissed that night and exchanged numbers. She said she wanted to take things slow, and I played it cool. Three weeks later we had sex, and we fucked like rabbits almost every single day since then.
Sally's sexual appetite was voracious, and she loved to experiment and push her boundaries. In me she had found a slightly older, more experienced lover who was confident in his own sexual abilities and didn't feel a need for constant validation. Our relationship wasn't perfect, with regular arguments about trivialities, but the sex was amazing and served to keep us together.
A few months in to our relationship, Sally took me on a night out with some of her classmates. I think she wanted to show me off to her friends. Her classmates were an eclectic bunch, but one girl especially caught my eye.
Miriam was a petite beauty, with long black hair and a dusting of freckles across her cute nose. Stylish clothes did their best to hide her figure, but I could tell she had a gorgeous body; firm C-cup breasts, a small waist flaring out to rounded hips and a cute bubble butt, flowing in to a set of shapely legs. Bright blue eyes and a small mouth with full lips completed the package.
Where Sally was expressive, vocal, and full of life, Miriam seemed reserved, a tad shy, and soft-spoken. As it turned out, Miriam had a long term boyfriend called Frank. They'd met in the first year of Uni and had been a couple ever since. Frank seemed a decent chap, with blandly good looks and a toned body, and a full head shorter than I. Standing next to him and Miriam I felt like a giant, having to bend down to make myself heard amidst the noise of the club we were in that night.
I found Miriam very alluring, but I was with Sally and Miriam seemed quite attached to her boyfriend Frank, so I made no moves, and just enjoyed the evening. I did notice Miriam looking at me a bit too intently now and again, and one time I caught her staring and winked back at her. She blushed and quickly looked away.
That night Sally came home with me. We lay chatting in my bedroom, and I asked her about Miriam. "She's one of my best friends", Sally said. "I can talk to her about anything."
"Anything?" I asked?
"Yep," she said. "I especially like talking with her about my sex life."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Why's that?"
Sally grinned. "Well, she's been with Frank for years and he was her first, so she doesn't have much experience. But she loves hearing about what we get up to. Especially the experimental stuff, you know."
"Hmmm," I grunted noncommittally. The thought of Miriam eagerly listening to Sally talking about our sexcapades was more than a little turn-on. Maybe that's why she'd stared at me tonight - perhaps imagining me doing things to her that I do with Sally.
"I think she wants to try different stuff herself," Sally continued. "But Frank doesn't seem to be up for that."
"What sort of stuff do you think she'd want to try?" I asked.
"You know," Sally said, "new positions, outdoor sex, anal, roleplay..." All things Sally and I engaged in now and again. Sex with Sally was never boring. "And threesomes", she said, looking at me intently.
Sally and I had discussed threesomes before. I had experience with them - quite a lot, in fact - but Sally hadn't. A threesome with two men was something she desperately wanted to try. I told her I could arrange that, but only if she could arrange a threesome with her and another woman. That had quickly put a brake on Sally's plans, as she knew nobody she'd be comfortable sharing her man with. But I knew the thought of a threesome was a massive turn-on for Sally, and she regularly probed me on the topic.
"So Miriam wants a threesome?" I asked? "Hmm, well... Frank doesn't sound like the kind of guy who'd go along with that."
Sally looked at me with a devious expression. "Well," she began, "I think Frank is quite hot. He's too short for me, but he does have a great body... And I know he likes me."
"Really? How so?"
