Chapter 19- Robert
I called my buddy Billy the next morning and asked him if he was up to getting fixed up with Greta on Friday night. Of course, he jumped on the opportunity. How could he not? She was red hot and had an attitude to match, and he could match her wit for wit and laugh for laugh, as well. I wouldn't be surprised if they hit it off.
I didn't tell him that she was a pro Domme. He didn't need to know that side of her unless she wanted him to know. He didn't need to know anything about how I originally I met her. He didn't need to know that I fucked the everblasting life out of her, but I was sure he would appreciate the opportunity to do the same if he got the chance.
He said that he'd call her in the evening to get to know each other a bit before we all got together on Friday night. But now it was my turn to call Greta.
She seemed pretty happy to know that Billy was looking forward to meeting her and would be giving her a call, but she also knew the real reason for my call.
"You haven't told her that you're bi, have you?" she asked.
"I never thought of it that way," I said. "I really prefer women, and I really prefer Andrea. She's an amazing woman, and I'm glad she's giving me a chance to be the kind of guy she deserves in her life."
"She deserves a prince," she said. "She might come off as playing it fast and loose, but as long as I've known her, I was kind of surprised that she ..."
I could tell she wanted to say something that might be taken as offensive.
"Put up with me being a dick?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "That's a way of putting it. But like what I was starting to say, I'm sure the sex between you is hot, but she's not like that with every guy she meets. She wants the fire, she likes to push limits, but she also wants a man who can respect and treat her like the incredible woman that she is. Do you catch my drift?"
I did indeed, and I knew that the possibility of her and I hooking up in any way, shape or form didn't need to be questioned or discussed.
"Now about you and other men, I think that's something she needs to hear from you, the sooner, the better," she said. "I get that you like the down-low thing, but keeping that a secret can really fuck up a relationship. I've seen that happen more than once. I don't want to see her hurt."
"That's the last thing I want to do to her," I said. "But it's also why I couldn't get myself to ..."
I couldn't find the words to say, "start a relationship earlier with her," but Greta did.
"Are you asking me how she might take that information?" she said. "We have friends who are straight as arrows and friends that fill out every curve and color of the rainbow. But telling her that you like to play the hokey pokey with the guys once in a while? I know her well enough that she wouldn't appreciate that finding out by accident. And if you don't tell her in a reasonable amount of time, I will."
I got that Greta told it like it is, but there was something very threatening in her voice, and it wasn't Mistress Gabby playing a role.
"Are you threatening me?" I asked.
"In a way, yes, but not as an enemy," she said. "She's crazy about you. I see it in her after every time she's been with you, and I've seen her go into these deep blue funks when she hasn't seen you or heard from you for days. It might help her understand why you didn't make a serious move on her earlier. It might even alleviate some fears she might have about throwing her heart in the ring for you. But since I have this information about you, it would be wrong of me to hold it back from her and have her find out by accident, like if she walked in on you with another guy. I couldn't live with that guilt. I love Andrea to pieces. She's my dearest friend in the world, and I don't want to see her hurt."
"And me and Mike and me and you?" I asked.
"Nobody else needs to know about that but us, and that's where it's going to stay," she said.