I take three deep breaths and count to ten before I knock on the door, I fiddle with my hands and think of our first meeting as I wait for him to answer...
Dylan had ducked out to the bar to meet up with his mysterious friend Jack. I was sitting on the couch in his home eating leftovers and watching the movies he never approved of; entertaining myself in his absence. I never thought of this house as ours despite the fact we found it and moved in together a year ago now. His pictures decorate the walls and his couch and big screen TV take up the living room.
He says we picked the curtains and bedding together but I hate the dark shades and gloomy colours. I never quite feel at home here so I don't think of it as my own, it's his house that we live in together, nothing more nothing less.
"Shit" I shriek before moving my plate aside and running for the kitchen sink. I grab the cloth and soak it through before rushing back and dropping to my knees to clean the spill before the curry sauce can stain the carpet.
My dress rides up as I work, furiously scrubbing away the mess, and I feel the cool air hit my bare skin. The thought that I'm not wearing panties doesn't come until I'm satisfied the floor is clean but I don't bother tugging it down, knowing I'm the only one here. I turn to dump my remaining food in the bin and take the cloth back to the kitchen and gasp as I fiercely pull my dress down to cover my nudity. I thought I was the only one here, it appears I was wrong.
"Good show" the stranger smirks and I glare.
"How did you get in?" I demand,
"Dylan let me in when we got home, he pointed me in this direction and headed for the bathroom, I didn't expect our meeting to be so open but I can't say I didn't enjoy it"
"Who are you?" I question the tall blonde man in front of me dumbfounded by his directness and honesty.
"Jack" he smiled and I think I fell for his smile right then and there.
That was a year ago now and Dylan and Jack's friendship has only grown. Our chance meeting has never once been discussed but I'm here now, so I have a feeling Jack hasn't forgotten it. It's funny how different the guys are, almost opposite in every way. It's a miracle they get along or have anything in common at all.
Dylan is short and brunette like me. He's brown eyes match mine and he's muscular and enjoys his weekly gym sessions. He loves exploring the outdoors and spending hours upon hours at the beach. That's where we met, I love the beach as much as he does and we make a point to visit the sand and waves whenever we can. I always thought he was the vision of sexiness, and my attraction to him is undeniable.
Whereas Jack is tall and blonde, green eyed, lanky and nerdy, he spends a majority of his time indoors and even works from home. He doesn't seem out of place or uncomfortable the few times he has visited the beach with us but I get the feeling he's prefer to be in air-conditioning snuggled up and watching movies. I myself have enjoyed every movie he has recommended much to Dylan's dismay.
The boys get together on afternoons to relax and have a few beers and listen to music. Music is what brings us all together, the only thing all four of us have in common.
Yes I said four; Dylan, Jack, his girlfriend Sasha and me.
Sasha and I are practically opposites too, me short, her tall, me brunette and her blonde, me pale and her tanned, my boring brown eyes and her glittering blue ones. We get along well too, we often ditch the boys to go shopping together and enjoy some girl time but I never expected this.
Lately I've caught Dylan watching Sasha more and more, I was apprehensive about it but I hoped he would talk to me if he found himself attracted to another woman. It was Sasha who approached me first. A little over a month ago now she told me that she liked his attention and found herself looking for his swift gazes. She straight out told me that she fancied my boyfriend.
I wasn't sure how to respond to a comment such as hers so I laughed it off and joked that she could have him with a roll of my eyes. Little did I know what discussions my joke would cause.
Apparently she talked to Jack who talked to Dylan who in turn came to me.
"Have you ever been attracted to another man, babe?" he questioned me, this was hardly our usual pillow talk but I put down my book and turned to him, assessing his expression to see if he was pulling my leg I guess.
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"You know, have you ever looked at another man and thought he's not bad or something like that?"
"Well of course I've looked but I'm with you and I'd never act on those thoughts or feelings. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I ahh, you see, I um..."
"What's going on here?" I teased his loss of words.
"I seem to find Sasha... well she's quite..."
"She's pretty, isn't she?" I offered.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous!" Dylan exhaled, "I mean for a blonde" he amended.
"Yes, for a blonde" I nodded suspiciously. I wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Thing is I happen to know something you don't..."
Did Sasha tell him she was attracted to him too? Are they running away together? Is he leaving me for her? Where oh where is he going with this?
"... See, well... have you ever thought about... how do I put this?"
"Just put it in words will you?" I begged, my thoughts going haywire.
"Well, what would you think about switching?"
"Switching??... What do you mean by sw... Oh" the gears in my head clicked together. Honestly I never even considered it. But what would I do now?
"Because I know that Jack and Sasha would be up for it if we are"
What? Does that mean they've talked about it?
"Anyway babe, take a few days to think about it and get back to me when you know what you think" Dylan stammered before rolling over and switching off the light. I guess that's the end of that conversation.
I considered my options. Now knowing that Dylan definitely wants to sleep with Sasha I don't know how to act or be around either of them.
The thought has brought a strain to my relationship. Dylan has very seriously considered having sex with another woman, isn't that as good as cheating?
No, I'm exaggerating. I must be.
I don't like the thought of the two of them being together at all. And I certainly don't want him to fuck her then crawl back into bed with me.
But now I know that that's what he wants, every time his eyes flicker to her the image of their naked bodies' slick with sweat and tangled together fills my mind. I can't escape it.
I don't think our relationship can survive it, but if he doesn't get her out of his system I know our relationship won't survive anyway. So where does this leave me? What if I go through with it?
That would mean... shivers run down my thighs at the thought of Jack and me in the same position. Wetness fills my panties as I think of his initial reaction to me. The image of him hiding his hardness as I threw away my leftover curry over a year ago now still turns me on.
But he's so different to Dylan.
What will this do to me?
I guess I won't know until we try and by the seems of things I won't know what to do with our relationship without giving it a go.
So here I stand fiddling my hands outside Jack's door, wearing a little black dress that I have changed my mind about five times already waiting for him to open the door before I lose my nerve and run for the hills.
Jack opens the door and steps to the side, letting me past and inside his small apartment. I love the colours of this place, the blue longue and orange themed kitchen, the colourful artworks decorating the walls, looking around I immediately feel relaxed like this is somehow where I'm meant to be.
"Would you like a drink?" Jack politely offers and I glance over to him standing in the kitchen, two wine glasses on the bench and a half empty bottle of Chardonnay in his hand.
"Please" I smile put at ease by his knowledge of me, Chardonnay is my favourite. I sit on the longue and am instantly comfortable. I tuck my legs under me as Jack passes my glass to me.
"Thank you. Are you nervous?" I ask, nodding towards the bottle of wine left on the kitchen bench.
He blushes and nods before looking away.
I'm glad he's feeling the same way I am, in a way his nerves have put mine at ease. I smile as I sip my drink and continue to explore his apartment with my eyes. I hadn't realised that I'd never been here before until I walked to his front door, mere minutes ago.
I turn back to him and his gaze darts in another direction as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His expression makes me laugh and in turn my laughter seems to ease him.
