Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing adventures in swinging. I hope you find at least some of the these stories humorous.
Chapter 10: Uh, I'm with the band.
You hear a lot of folks who are into this whole swinging thing say that they want to find people that they can "just hang out with." You know. Watch a game. Go to the movies. Jerk off together.
Just some good old "hangin' out" kind of stuff.
Well, we hadn't really found that. The hangin' out type. Sure, we met some nice folks, but no one that we really had a lot in common with that we could say we wanted to do stuff with. I mean, besides fucking.
One time, I started chatting with a couple that had a very odd swinger name. It was weird but it looked very familiar. After I thought about it for a while, I realized that the couple had a nickname that was the title of a song by one of my favorite rock groups, Stillwater.
[Ok, ok, I know that I picked the name Stillwater from a movie and that its a fictional rock band from a movie. It's pretend. I get it. Trust me, it's ok. Not knowing the real name of the band won't hurt anyone. Well, maybe it could hurt the real band now that all of you are reading this story and won't immediately run to your computer and download tons of the band's songs from music websites. Oh well. Stillwater it is.]
Anyway, the husband, Dean and I were both HUGE Stillwater fans. Dean's wife, Kate, was also a big fan. In fact, I think they named one of their kids after the title of another one of Stillwater's songs.
Like I said, big fucking fans!
So we chatted for hours about the band and their music. Here was another couple that had the same interests as me! A couple that I could "hang with" outside of the bedroom! Do some "non-sex" stuff with!!
Anne? Well, honestly she could give a shit about Stillwater or their music. What can I say? I mean, they just weren't her cup of tea. She's more of a black metal kind of a chick. Razorblades. Blood. Virgin sacrifice. That kind of thing.
Nah. I kid.
But, the fact was that she didn't like Stillwater. Still doesn't. I mean, she would listen because she knew that I liked them, but shouldn't put their music on her iPod or play one of their CDs if given the choice. But, because I listen, she did too.
Well, maybe with one ear.
I chatted with Dean and Kate off and on for a few months. We shared pictures of ourselves. They liked what they saw and so did we. Kate was a cutie and I could definitely see myself naked with her! The problem was that they didn't live too close to us, and it seemed that our schedules simply wouldn't allow one of us to try and go visit the other for some fun. We were all getting a bit frustrated and I know that I thought about simply giving up on them and seeing if we could find someone else to play with. Someone closer.
And then Stillwater came to town!
Well, they were going to come to town. Our town!
Being a little known band that didn't have millions of followers, it really wasn't all that easy for them to put together a tour. So when they did go out on the road and announce dates of where they were going to play, it was a big deal in the little Stillwater community.
Not so much in the swinger community.
Swingers, to some extent, are a reflection of society at large. I mean, you have police that are swingers. Teachers. Factory workers. Rich people. Poor people. Good looking people. Those that, um, aren't, and any other type of person that you could imagine.
And, like the rest of society in general, swingers could give a shit about Stillwater.
But I didn't care. I was pumped. And, after a bit of prodding, I convinced Anne that we should go to the show. Knowing how much going to a live show meant to me, Anne agreed to go with me.
Wooo!!!
More importantly, Dean and Kate also found out that Stillwater was coming to our town. Suddenly schedules seemed to clear up. They were free! They would come to visit!
ROCK AND ROLL!!!
Ok. What to do? What to wear? Where to meet?
The band was going to be playing at a little club downtown. A shitty little club in a shitty area of town. Once it was pretty nice. Both the club and the area. Now? Did I mention it was shitty? Not the best area to try to meet up with other people. Well, at least if you didn't want to get robbed.
So, we went with plan B. We met them at our house and fucked the night away!!!
No. Sushi.
We met for sushi.
I like sushi. So does Anne. And, fortunately for us, so did Dean and Kate. We met them at a pretty nice place in a better part of the city. Anne dressed in a nice tight pair of pants and an even tighter shirt. I was in the man-armor of swinging. Chinos and a button down.
They got to the restaurant first. I was impressed, knowing that they had driven in from out of town. We recognized them from their pictures and after a brief and somewhat awkward hello, we sat down at a table. Kate looked good. She was dressed in a tight little black outfit. I stared at her breasts as she wondered out loud what she should order from the menu.
Fish and tits.
HA!
I kill me.
Anne was looking at the drink menu. I could tell she was nervous. She always was when we met a new couple. And I was mister cool with ice water in my veins. Right. I think I'd already eaten about a thousand breath mints.
Anne ordered a lemon drop. Nothing like a little vodka and sugar to calm the nerves! Kate joined her. For both a first and a second. Those were some damn good lemon drops!
Anne usually doesn't drink much. Either with swinger couples or, um, without. One glass of wine is normally enough to get her really feeling good. Two vodka drinks? Wow. She was definitely feeling no pain. One more and she probably would have been dancing naked on the hibachi table. I was drinking cold sake and Dean put away a few beers. Alcohol and swinging! Like chocolate and peanut butter!
How was the food? How the fuck should I know? I think it was good. Or, it could have tasted like complete shit. Didn't really make a difference. We spoke of mundane things. Like Stillwater. And rainbows. Nice safe subjects that kept us away from why we were really there.
Sex.
But it was out there. Waiting.
I couldn't get a good read on Anne. Normally I could tell. One look and I knew. Either they were in or out. There really wasn't a lot of black and white with Anne and fucking other people. With Dean and Kate though, she was a mystery. I thought about telling them to get lost for a while so I could talk to Anne about how things were going but I couldn't figure out an easy way to do it.
"Hey, um, Dean and ah Kate? Would you guys like, you know, go to the bathroom, uh, right now? You know, so um, ah, Anne I could ah, talk about, you know, whether she wants to fuck you or, ah, thank you for driving a few hundred miles and then say no freakin' way? Oh, and do you guys wanna order s'more spicy tuna rolls? Those are fucking awesome!"
But, that didn't happen. So, after a little bit more booze, raw fish and conversation about nothing, we finished up at the restaurant and headed down to the club for the Stillwater show.
WOOOOOO Stillwater!!
Now, I've been to a lot of rock concerts in my day. I've been to sold out stadiums with tens of thousands of screaming fans. I've been to small clubs where a crowd of only a few hundred people has been just insane. The energy of rock concerts is usually unbelievable.
After we parked and met up with Dean and Kate again, we walked quickly to the club and found. . .
Silence.
Oh, don't get me wrong, the show was still going to go on. People were heading inside. But it had all the energy of a quilting bee.
Seriously, it was a crowd of nerdy looking dudes who were mouthing the lyrics of their favorite Stillwater song. Almost chanting. Like monks.
It certainly had the feel of a monastery.
But that wasn't going to bring me down. I was here with two hot women and I was filled with cheap Japanese alcohol. Fuck it!
We had standing room only tickets for the upstairs part of the club and headed that way. We passed lots of guys heading to their seats downstairs. We passed a lot of guys talking on the stairs and we passed a lot of guys hanging out upstairs waiting for the show to begin.
