Laying His Girl
By ChristopherDB Copyright 2023
Friday evening I rode over to Natalie's house. This happened back when I was in college and I had this older Kawasaki motorcycle. There was kind of a slum around the campus where a lot of students lived, but she was in a nicer area that had a lot of old historic houses and some had been converted to apartments.
Her place was up the hill and in the middle of the block. I rode up the driveway and around back. At one time there might have been a big garage there but now only a large slab of concrete remained where the tenants parked. I recognized her boyfriend's car.
He and Natalie had met at another university. After he graduated and moved to another city where I heard he landed a good job, Natalie had transferred to the college here in town. I can't remember the reason for that now.
Getting off my bike, I opened my baggy army jacket and pulled a bottle of wine out of one sleeve. When a motorcycle is your only form of transportation, you get creative about carrying things like that. I walked around to the front of the large house and went up the wide stairs to the front porch. Checking my watch, I'd arrived when Natalie asked me to. She may have also heard me ride up and known I was there.
Next to the front door were several mismatched mailboxes and doorbells. I knew she was in apartment number three, but my instructions had been to wait on the front porch and not ring the bell. Looking around, there were no chairs. I stood there uncomfortably for a while, and then sat down on the wide stone railing.
I had met Natalie through my girlfriend, Rae. We'd been high school sweethearts and were now seniors in college. I loved Rae very much, but we had gotten together when we were sophomores in high school, and we had both changed a lot over the years. Our relationship became one of those on-again off-again things, and I was kind of embarrassed about that.
With this being our final year of college, things were even worse. I was in no hurry to get married, but Rae was. My first priority was that we would find jobs in the same city and get established. We could start talking about marriage once we were settled in. At that moment, Rae and I were in one of the off-times of our relationship.
Natalie was also having relationship problems. She and her boyfriend now lived several hours apart and were dealing with a long distance relationship. They started out seeing each other most weekends. Sometimes he would come here, and they had gone out with Rae and I to see some local bands, and he came across as a decent guy and I thought they made a good couple. Other times she would drive over and spend the weekend with him.
I knew her boyfriend was a musician, though I couldn't remember what he played or if he was a singer. He got with some local rock band, I guess they were a pretty big deal over in the city where he lived, and then didn't come to visit Natalie as much because the band played most weekends.
She would still go over to see him, but that tapered off a bit as the pressure of the school year went on and she needed time to study and work on her art projects.
I'd heard from Rae that Natalie's boyfriend had asked her if they could start seeing other people when they were apart, and she was crushed. Rae thought it was terrible as well. My guess was that he had a lot of opportunities to go home with groupie chicks after shows. Maybe he was already sleeping with other women, and wanted his girlfriend's permission to do so. I'd never know what was really happening.
Anyway, Natalie had agreed to that arrangement, and later regretted it. She had no interest in being unfaithful to him but somehow word had gotten back to her that when she wasn't in town and his band was playing, he was getting the attention of a lot of ladies. Living the rock star fantasy and that bothered her.
Yesterday afternoon, Natalie had stopped by this place where I had a part time job. She'd never done that before but she knew where I worked. I'm sure that she knew from Rae that we were apart at that time. I was completely caught off guard when she asked if I would go to bed with her while her boyfriend was in town this weekend.
There hadn't been much time to discuss it and she handed me a piece of paper with her address on it and a time to show up at her place on Friday. I don't even remember agreeing to it, though I had shown up, and had been waiting on the front porch longer than expected.
Natalie had said something the other day about teaching her boyfriend a lesson, and to wait for a while in case it took her longer than expected to get things set up. I had no idea what she really had in mind.
Now I'll tell you, my on-again off-again relationship with Rae, I had been with other women in the past some times when we had been apart. There was a time in college, shortly after my twenty-first birthday, we had broken up and it really seemed it was over for good. That night I went out to a dance club, a place that's more of an older crowd and not over by the college bars. I picked up some cougar and took her back to my little apartment, glad that my roommate was spending the night at his girlfriend's place.
If you're a younger guy and never been with an older women, all I can say is do it if you get the chance. Her confidence and no bullshit attitude were exciting. She just wanted to have sex and was ready to enjoy it. I hate to say it, but it was the complete opposite of having sex with Rae, who was still timid and nervous about it after all our years together.
Rae and I did get back together sometime later after I slept with that older woman. Other times though when we were apart, I sometimes went to that same club again. Didn't always get lucky, but it did happen most times.
The point I'm trying to get at, is that even though Rae and I would likely get back together, I wasn't against the idea of getting in the sack with another woman. However, I wasn't sure that other woman should be Natalie, one of her friends.
Yesterday I asked Natalie if she had discussed this with Rae, and she just rolled her eyes and said no. She assured me Rae would never find out, then handed me her address and left my workplace.
I've heard of other guys banging friends of their girlfriends. I think the friend gets some sort of thrill out of it. Not that it's a bad time for the guy, but somehow word of the affair always got out and things were rough for him for a long time afterwards.
For whatever reason, I've always had a thing for skinny redheads, like Rae. Natalie had long dark brown curly hair, and her figure was more defined. More curve to her hips, and though her breasts were modest, they were larger than Rae's.
Natalie always dressed down. Jeans, t-shirts, almost never wore makeup, but even so she was a classic beauty. The more I thought about her, the more I realized that I lusted for her. Maybe that lust had been there for a while and I was unaware, but Natalie picked up on that and so she gave me the invitation to come over. It could also be that she knew I was available, and thought I was someone she could trust.
At last I heard something inside the house. Someone was coming down a long and noisy flight of stairs. There was a clunking sound of the lock and then Natalie opened the door.
"I'm glad you waited," she said. "It took a bit longer than I thought to get things ready."
I tried to ask her what she meant but she just started to lead me up the stairs.
"Oh, thanks, but we won't need that," she said, pausing on the stairs and taking the wine bottle from me. Natalie placed it in a little niche in the wall on the stair landing.
The bottle of wine had been a spontaneous purchase on my way over. It wasn't expensive, I knew she liked white zinfandel, and I had thought it would be a nice touch.
Her apartment was on the second floor at the back. Small and a bit cluttered with art supplies and partially finished works.
Natalie's boyfriend was sitting at one end of the futon. I was surprised to see that he was naked, and I noticed that one of his wrists was handcuffed to the metal arm rest. Although the situation was a bit awkward, we briefly exchanged greetings. I guess he knew she was bringing some other guy upstairs, but the look on his face said he didn't expect it to be me, maybe because he knew me as Rae's boyfriend.
Then I saw there was this small wooden paddle on a little table at his end of the futon. The handcuffs, the paddle, they might be into some kinky S and M stuff, which sort of surprised me because they otherwise seemed like a normal couple.
Natalie suddenly embraced me and gave me a long, deep kiss. I was caught off guard but instantly responded, opening my mouth and meeting her tongue with mine. She had this rhythmic technique of her French kisses, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment, losing my awareness that her boyfriend sat only a few feet away from us in silence.
She softly broke off our kiss and took half a step back from me. Natalie slowly pulled off the loose fitting sweatshirt that she'd been wearing. I moaned in delight when I saw she was wearing some lingerie underneath.
Red satin, with her breasts visible through cups of sheer black lace. The narrow shoulder straps had red satin ribbons woven through the black lace.
"I didn't know you were going to wear that," her boyfriend said as if he objected, but I was kissing his girlfriend once again. Wrapping my arms around the small of her back, feeling the smooth satin fabric in my hands.
Natalie took a step back from me once again. For a moment I thought she had lost her nerve and wasn't going to go through with her plans. Then she kicked off her gym shoes and unzipped her jeans, pulling them down to reveal the rest of her lingerie.
Her one-piece outfit was cut high on the sides, showing off her beautify curved hips, and there were garter straps clipped to the tops of her sheer black stockings. I probably had some priceless expression on my face. Having a girl dressed in lingerie, like some centerfold model, had always been something I fantasized about.
