Although the outside temperature in Boston was dropping, the heat in the apartment was still high. I had just experienced an orgasm with a woman for the first time. Tall, blond and beautiful, Beth's presence dominated the room. To add to my emotional overload, I had promised to tell her what I had done to set off this chain of events. I took a deep breath and tried to compose this story in my mind. That was going to be difficult because my mind was little more than mush. I looked at her and just plunged in.
Beth sat at one end of her soft leather couch and I occupied the other. I was still flushed from the feeling of her mouth on my breast. Recalling how her soft lips and wet tongue pleasured my nipple made me shiver. Recalling how I rubbed myself to orgasm against her thigh made me burn with both desire and embarrassment. I took another sip of the champagne.
Beth sat still and waited for me to speak. I had told her I destroyed my life and I now wondered if I were being overly dramatic or if it was a prophecy. For about the zillionth time since Sean and Donna walked into the airport, my mind conjured images of the two of them naked and doing every sort of wanton sexual act. What possessed me to push them together was no longer clear. To say it seemed like a good idea at the time now seemed lame beyond belief.
I finished the bubbly wine and drew a deep breath. Could I tell Beth these secrets I held? Should I trust her? We were friends in college and saw each other socially over the years since then, but we had never bared our souls to each other. I thought I also had never bared my breast for her to suck before, either. Besides, she admitted she wanted to seduce me. The truth is she came damn close and I was not sure I would make it out of her condo without having my first full sexual encounter with a woman. As the soft cashmere of Beth's sweater brushed against my bare nipples, I thought maybe it could be something worth experiencing.
"Beth," I said softly, "I think I got a little carried away before."
Her face darkened.
"No, not about the, you know...kissing and stuff. "
She smiled, "And stuff?"
"Yeah, well, I meant about saying I ruined my life."
"Alex, you said you 'destroyed' your life. That sounds drastic. Look, I know you're probably wondering why you should bare your heart—so to speak—to me. I understand. But, Alex, I'm here, I care about you and I am a good listener. I get the feeling you need to talk and, honestly, who else do you have?"
Thinking that the two people I could always talk with were probably fucking each other right now, I admitted to myself that Beth was right.
"Donna and Sean are in Aruba together. It is for a week of high intensity sex. And, I made them do it."
"Holy crap, Alex. We need a lot more champagne to get into this." Beth got up and walked to the kitchen. I admired her rear in the tight jeans. I urged myself to get a grip. Then, I smiled as I thought of how much I would enjoy gripping that ass.
Beth returned with a wine bucket filled with ice and another bottle of champagne. She undid the cork and the soft pop made my tummy do a happy flip. Leaning in she refilled my glass as well as my nose with her seductive scent.
"So, dear straight Alex, how the hell did you get yourself into this twisted mess?"
I laughed and shook my head. Fortifying myself with half the glass in one gulp, I poured out the details of the last couple weeks. As I spoke with my legs pulled up on the couch, Beth smiled, nodded and occasionally touched my knee in support.
"Wow, that's the most fucked-up thing I ever heard." She laughed and touched my leg again. "What were you thinking? I don't mean that you were being stupid. I mean what did you want the outcome to be? What was your purpose?"
"I wish I had a good answer to that, Beth. I wanted Donna to have a good time on her trip."
Beth arched one eyebrow and I understood how dumb that statement now seemed.
"Well, I love Donna. She is my best friend. Really, more like a sister than my own family. I wanted her to feel good about herself. She was in a funk over her love life."
"You know she's in love with you," said Beth.
"Was in love," I offered as a correction.
"Don't be too sure about that, Alex. So, she finally told you?"
I explained how we discussed that she thought that Beth and I had sex. Donna revealed that she was hurt because she was in love with me back then and thought I had chosen Beth over her.
"I don't think she ever put out that torch," Beth said. "Did she tell you about her and me?"
I almost crushed the crystal flute I was holding. "You and Donna?"
"Yes, maybe I shouldn't say any more."
"Maybe I should strangle you until you do," I said.
Beth let out a sexy laugh. "That could be fun. You know they say that partial asphyxiation during sex makes for a huge orgasm."
"Just tell me, Beth. What happened between the two of you?"
"Well, it was some time after that weekend you and I had in Florida when we went skinny dipping. Donna was all worked up thinking that you and I slept together."
"I bet she just created that idea out of nothing."
Beth blushed. "I might have hinted that more happened than actually did, but I never came out and said to anyone that we had sex. Honest. Anyway, Donna sorta flipped out. She kept asking me about you and what it was like. I didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say. I told her she should ask you if she really wanted to know what happened. I gather she never did."
I shook my head.
"Well, second semester senior year, we all were like skating along. None of us had any hard courses, as you will recall, and there was always time for fun. I think you had to go home for a weekend, some family deal. Donna and I went out with a bunch of our friends and drank ourselves silly. Back at my dorm, she asked if she could come in. We were flirting a bit and I figured what the hell, Donna is hot. So, we went into my room."
Beth refilled her glass and took a sip. She put the glass on the end table and stretched out her long legs. "Give me a hand?"
She put one foot on top of my skirt and stopped between my legs, coming within an inch of my crotch. "These boots are so damned hard to get off, could you help?"
"Help you get off?" I said and grinned.
"Good one, Alex. I didn't think you had it in you to kid like that."
"Neither did I. Maybe I have other surprises as well," I said.
"One could only hope," Beth said and wiggled her boot.
I pulled her leg from my lap and held her boot while she wrenched her foot free. I then helped her with the other one. She extended her legs and they came to rest in my lap.
"Foot massage?" she asked.
"You are such a tease, Beth. Really, get a grip."
We both giggled. Beth picked up her glass and re-started her story. She did, however, keep her feet in my lap and I gave in, pulled off her socks to reveal her pedicured toes in a light green polish and began to slowly rub them while Beth continued her story.
"So, there we were drunk and horny about to go into my room. Well, as soon as the door closed we were all over each other. Alex, seriously, do you want to hear this?"
"I think you can skip the play by play. Did you two screw each other?"
Beth smiled. "If you mean did we get naked, eat each other out and have a lot of orgasms, then that would be yes. And, let me tell you, Donna is great. Of course, she has a body to die for. I mean -- her boobs. Oh my god. I didn't think boobs like that existed in the real world. Even now I get wet thinking about them."
"Uh, thanks, Beth, I think I have a clear picture now. Was that the only time?"
"In college, yes. You returned and she was back to holding her secret crush while being your best friend. Looking back, I see that it must have been tough for her."
I let all this sink in. In the course of a few short weeks, I learned that Beth was gay and had a big crush on me. Donna confessed she was bi and also had a crush on me. To add to the mess I sent Donna off to have sex with my boyfriend. I also focused on the random, but frequent, lustful thoughts about Donna. Now, I was having lustful thoughts about Beth. My mind was spinning from all of this and from the many glasses of champagne.
"Beth, you just said that weekend was the only time you had sex with Donna in college. Have you guys hooked up since?"
"A few times. As I said, she is fantastic in bed. And, did I mention her boobs?" Beth flashed a coy smile.
"Beth, it's like a fog has lifted and I'm seeing my life clearly for the first time. I never suspected any of this was happening. I only knew about Donna's abysmal luck with men. Am I that naïve not to have known about all this other stuff?"
Beth rubbed her heels on my thighs. "Alex, you are about the most open and trusting woman I know. This quality makes you attractive. People like you because there is so little pretense. Well, that and the fact you are gorgeous. I guess openness comes with a price, though. You only see the bright side of life, not some of the darkness. Most of us have this dark side. I think it makes our lives more thrilling."
Did I have a dark side? Was there some unrecognized desire behind my pushing Donna and Sean together? Could I really let myself go and let these buried sexual urges see the light of day? I wanted to think this through, but my mind was crammed full with processing everything Beth just told me.
"Why do you think Donna hit on you? You two never gave off any vibes that you were hot for each other," I asked her as her feet made my thighs begin to tingle.
Beth laughed out loud. "Alex, what did you say they called us back then? Twin Blondies! I think Donna felt if she couldn't have you, she'd take someone who looked like you. I wasn't insulted. As I said, I find Donna sexy. At least she never called your name out when she came. I was spared that indignity, but I'm sure that was what she was thinking."
Just as I was envisioning my life in a new light, I began to understand Donna better than I had before. Beth was bringing a new level of awareness to my sheltered existence.
My hands continued to rub her feet causing an occasional cooing sound from Beth. "I couldn't persuade you to do my legs, could I?"
"Those jeans are not too conducive to rubbing," I countered hoping to get her off track.
"They're clothes, Alex. They go on and come off."
I stared as her hands undid the snap at her waist and eased her zipper down. She propped up on her elbows, hiked her butt off the cushions and managed to move the jeans past her hips.
"A little help would be appreciated," she pleaded.
I pulled her cuffs and slowly the jeans descended revealing her long, lean legs. With her feet free, I held her jeans in my hands, frozen in place as I stared at her tiny pink bikini bottoms. Beth shuffled her feet on my lap and I got the message.
