Maria said bye as she walked out the door. I waved at her, and took a small, lecherous moment to watch her beautiful and well-muscled ass sashay down the driveway to her car, caressed as it was by her damn near skintight yoga pants. I looked away as she popped her trunk to stow her suitcase, lest she catch me gawking, then turned around to find my girlfriend Jenny right behind me.
"You can't fuck her. You know that," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Duh," I replied. "I was just looking, I'm not going to try anything."
"Okay," she said with a smirk. "I'm not saying I don't believe that's what you think, but I've seen that look before, and it usually ends up with you balls deep and me saying I told you so."
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want to be a part of anybody cheating, and I don't want to create any drama. I can appreciate that she's attractive and sexy without fucking up our lives."
She cracked a genuine smile, then reached up, smoothed my hair down in the front, and kissed me. "I appreciate that. And you know I trust you. Just be careful. Things between her and Joe aren't exactly stable right now, and I don't know all the details, but I'd guess she's just a tick vulnerable at the moment. We just moved in here, so I'd like to not fuck it up."
"I know. And I will be careful, I promise you that." I kissed her again, and we broke apart as she went back towards our bedroom. I went into the kitchen to grab something to drink, and as I opened the fridge, Joe walked through the front door, still sweaty and clad in gym clothes. He literally grunted at me and gave me a head nod before going towards his bedroom. With witty conversation like that, I wasn't surprised things were crappy in their relationship.
I'd met Jenny the beginning of our sophomore year of college. She was a woman everyone had their eye on, 5'9" of pure hourglass curves, abundant hips and breasts, an ass to die for, long flame red hair, gorgeous features, deep sapphire colored eyes, and perfect porcelain pale skin. I walked right up to her and asked her out immediately, because I knew if I waited I would chicken out. She accepted, and we became an item within a couple of weeks.
At that point in life being bold wasn't exactly my M.O. I was a geek in High School, granted one who played sports and wasn't ever picked on, but I wasn't exactly suave with the ladies. I had one girlfriend during that time and got half a blow job from another girl. Freshman year I had really gotten into my passion for Martial Arts, and my final growth spurt hit, so I was 6'2" and a trim but muscled 180 lbs. A little more confidence allowed me to sleep with a grand total of three women my that year, and I thought I was becoming a bit of a slut. Which is hilarious in retrospect.
Jenny was less experienced than me, having only done oral with three men and a woman, and after a few weeks of dating, we began having full sex. Minus a little bit of fumbling the first time, it was fantastic. We were monogamous for a bit more than a year, but we quickly expanded our horizons. Jenny turned out to be quite an exhibitionist and voyeur, and when she became a stripper during our junior year, it brought in a new dynamic. While on the surface we were still very much normal college students, we made a few friends in the industry as well. As it was relatively adjacent to porn and sex-positive, we quickly found ourselves in some unconventional situations. At first, we ended up accepting money to be filmed having sex for an amateur production, and shortly afterward, we ended up swinging for the first time with Jenny's coworker Callie and her husband Rick. We loved the experience and couldn't wait to do it again. When my buddy Dave got me a job DJing at a sister club in town, it only opened things up more, as I met even more attractive women who were interested in playing with me, both of us, or as a group with their partner. We started swinging at least a couple of times a month, and we even did another movie with an amateur couple as a group.
Unfortunately, things were getting interesting in our city. We were starting our senior year at Boise St when things started to take a rough turn financially due to one of the local manufacturing plants closing down, and suddenly business at all area bars tanked. You could almost feel the oppressive wave in the air, it seemed, and our money literally halved overnight, then got worse. With grad school coming up and an internship for her, life was getting worrisome.
Then Maria came bouncing back into our lives. We'd somewhat known her before, but not well. She typically came into town about once a month to visit her kids, who lived full-time with her ex. She was one of the most physically beautiful women I'd ever met in person, a caramel-skinned woman of Brazillian descent, with long, thick, wavy dark hair, smoky coffee-colored eyes, thick pouty lips, and a body that was literally sculpted for fitness competitions, which she did in addition to dancing. The only thing that really set her apart from most of those women was her ridiculously enhanced GG chest, which she had bought to get her on the "feature dancer" circuit.
She was living in Seattle and working at a club there as her home base, and had encouraged us to visit. According to her, the club was raking in money and we needed to come check it out. So one week, we made the drive, crashing in a hotel, and after a few conversations with some of the managers, I secured a DJ shift during a weeknight and Jenny got on the schedule for the weekend. Maria hadn't been kidding, the money was great--I walked out of my first shift with over 1000 bucks in tips, and Jenny did significantly better. After a bit of wrangling, we ended up setting up a move for right after graduation, and to make the deal sweeter, Maria offered us a roommate situation in a nice house that was utterly affordable and very conveniently located.
I was a bit wary at first as some people in that industry are really sketchy, but it turned out Maria was ridiculously normal and easygoing. The house was tasteful and comfortable, she barely drank due to her fitness regime and only smoked pot occasionally, and aside from her little Jack Russel Terrier and my Beagle mix occasionally barking at each other as they played, the household was extremely quiet. We settled in comfortably, and she and I struck up a quick friendship, as she was charming and very easy to talk to. I learned she had been raised a Mormon but then left her husband in her mid-20s after two kids, and had started nude modeling and stripping not too long afterwards. She was a natural exhibitionist and not exactly monogamous but had been mostly in her two years with her boyfriend Joe.
It was the Joe variable that made the equation weird. He wasn't rude or standoffish, but he was extremely quiet. He bartended at another bar, and when he wasn't working he seemed to only enjoy two things--spending hours at the gym and playing video games. I knew he was an ex-male stripper, in his early 20's, and originally from the Midwest, but that was all I could glean. I got him into a couple of conversations, but he was definitely a bit awkward and reserved, it took quite a bit for him to open up. It seemed weirder because given his level of physical attractiveness and ridiculously ripped body due to his former occupation, I would have thought he'd have a bit more charisma, if for no other reason than women were constantly flirting with him everywhere he went.
Ironically, it was me making a joke about envying his physique but not wanting to copy his regimen and diet to Maria that uncovered my first inklings that perhaps all was not good in paradise. We were winding down during the wee hours one evening after work, halfway talking and zoning out at something dumb on the TV while having a glass of wine. After making some lame joke, she snorted and said something about it really being "the spray." I asked her what she meant, and she covered her mouth, realizing what she'd let slip--as the old saying goes, in wine there is truth. She admitted he was using some sort of steroid spray-on treatment and cream combo in an effort to get himself completely cut. Apparently a few times a year he went on the road to do some male stripping shows, and he was overly concerned with looking his best for them. Her tone of voice and facial expressions made it clear that while she didn't care about the stripping, the regiment wasn't something she was thrilled with.
Not too long after that, Maria confided in Jenny that she and Joe hadn't had sex in over 2 months, and when she'd tried to have a conversation with him, he'd just dismissed her and said "Go get a girlfriend." Watching this all go down is what had Jenny worried. Plus, Joe quit his job and started a routine where he was on the road for 1-2 weeks at a time as part of a traveling male revue, claiming he made way more money doing that, which seemed to make shit worse. There was a bright spot when he did a local show and they obviously had sex that night after (I could hear her moaning even over the blaring R & B), but within a week or two it seemed to go back to slightly chilly again. It was against this backdrop that Jenny was concerned. As for me, while Maria had been a tiny bit flirty at times--she liked to occasionally tell stories about some wild sex experiences she'd had like multi-partner nights--she'd never given me any indication that she was doing anything but joking around or being her charismatic self. That all changed one interesting night.
It was literally the night before Valentine's day, a chilly winter Friday, and I was supposed to have a date with some cute coed, but she canceled on me. Maria was on the living room floor, wearing yoga pants and a tank top that, while not intended that way, looked positively filthy with her huge chest straining it. She was halfway doing her makeup and alternating throwing some toys for the dogs. They were clearly interfering a bit, so I sat down near her and started playing with them, distracting them enough to give her two free hands. "Thanks," she said with a beaming smile.
I smiled back and shrugged, indicating I didn't mind. "What've you got going on tonight," I asked, indicating the beautification routine.
"Oh, literally nothing. I just got some new stuff today and I wanted to try it out. I like feeling girly for no reason sometimes."
"That's fair," I replied.
"What about you?"
"Excess of nothing. Had a date, but she got sick."
"Bummer."
