Chapter 3 - Siena - Play
It was again awhile before I saw Siena in person. Life separates us for far too long. You get caught up in trivialities and work and children and suddenly months pass in a blink.
After the customary hug, which was just a little awkward, we walked in silence for a couple blocks. And then we started talking at the exact same time.
"So, about the...", I said. "Are we going to", you said.
And we both stopped. Looking at her to make sure she didn't want to start, which I kinda desperately wanted her to do, but she didn't, I said, "so, about the phone call and what if. We cool?", and I swear I blushed.
"Ya, why wouldn't we be?" She looked genuinely baffled.
"Well, I showed you my dick, you showed me your.." I paused.
"My pussy, Derek, it's called a pussy," Siena said.
Again, my cheeks were pink. I shrugged. "I guess I'm comfortable," I said pausing meaningfully. "You do have a nice pussy."
"Why, thank you. And you have a nice cock. We both have genitals. I don't see that it's a big deal."
I nodded. "You're right. Glad we got that out of the way."
More silence as we walked. It was a beautiful day: one of those rare mid 70s with a cool breeze in the middle of July. The next couple of days were going to be hot, so we were enjoying the heck out of the current conditions.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, "and the dirty talk, you ok with that too? I sorta said some things, took a chance..."
Siena said, "oh, the slut stuff? It was in pretty poor fucking taste dude."
I blanched. I was coming up with all sorts of things in my mind, figuring out what the heck I could do when...
"Relax, man, I'm fucking with you," she said, laughing.
All the things I was going to say just left my head. "You... You...."
"Whore?" She suggested, gaffawing.
"Funny, funny, so I guess you were ok with that too."
"Totally. In the heat of the moment, that stuff is hot. I am a totally different person in bed than in real life. I want to be a total slut with my man. It turns me on."
"Wow. Cool. I guessed right. I just wanted to make sure. Promise me you'll tell me if I do something that makes you feel not great or whatever." I thought about how she just trolled me and added "jerk".
Siena laughed. "Whenever have I not told you the whole blunt truth?"
I couldn't think of a single time.
"Right. So anyway..." and we talked about our rather mundane lives as we finished up our customary circle around the block.
"Hey, how's it going with Rich?" I asked
"It's Richard," she said with an affected patrician accent. "Eh," and this time I thought I caught a little blush of her own, "it's ok."
"Ut oh," I said, "what's going on?"
Siena sighed. "Umm..."
I waited. Without even discussing it, we simply started another circle. This might take awhile.
"Ya, so, after you helped, things went ok for awhile. Richard finally started to make some moves. I was getting it in on the regular."
"But...", I prodded.
"But," she hesitated. "Richard is so predefined in what he does in the sack. It's pretty much exactly the same sequence EVERY SINGLE TIME. It's like he is following the script you showed him. It got to the point where I almost started to call his move before he made it. I have to admit, I am totally bored."
She was holding something back. I could tell. "And...?"
Siena blushed. "And... I slept with my ex again." She barged on through my shocked, not shocked expression. "And he's so good in bed, I don't know if I can be with Richard."
"But, your ex kinda sucks, right?"
"Oh, I hate him most of the time, but I love him, and he fucks me so good. It's like a whirlwind: clothes fly and I just ride the storm. It's never predictable. Does any of that make sense?"
It did and it didn't. But, what are you going to tell your friend at that moment? "Ya. I get it. Does Richard know?"
"Nope. I need to figure out what to do. I probably won't tell him."
I shrugged, "your call."
"So, should I just break up with him?"
I thought about it. "Depends how you feel emotionally and if you think you can have your physical needs met." I was approaching this like a logic problem.
"Hmm.. I do like him. He's a sweet guy. Treats me nice, unlike my ex." I could see the wheels spinning in her head. "The sex can be hot. I mean, I came so hard when you directed, so it's possible."
I laughed, "sure, but I don't think I can direct every sex sesh between you. Not that it wouldn't be fun..."
"I know. So, what do I do?" She asked.
I thought for awhile. Then another germ of an idea came to me. "What if the problem is a lack of sexual experience? Maybe he just lacks imagination in what is possible and is locked into the only thing he knows."
Siena nodded. "Have him watch porn?", she asked.
Shaking my head, I said, "I have a better idea. What are you doing this Friday night?"
"I'm free, but I work Saturday morning. Kid is away Friday night, though. What did you have in mind?"
So, I told her, and she listened.
"I like this idea," she said. "Sounds like fun. Do you think you can pull it off?"
"I think so. Depends on..." I paused and shrugged. She knew what it depended on. "Worth trying," I said.
"Yep."
"Awesome. Well, here we are." I said, stopping at the end of our walk. We hugged without awkwardness and went our separate ways. I couldn't help but look forward to Friday. It would certainly be interesting.
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The week flew by and Siena arrived with Richard at my house. I had dragged the porch furniture outside on the back lawn so that we could properly social distance and be outside in the air, things which my wife Mariana cared about.
We sat fairly close to the grill, and I put on smoked sausage, hamburgers and hotdogs. Siena was looking foxy in her white printed summer dress. Richard was his awkward self. Mariana was chatting them up about this and that. I watched as Richard tried not to be obvious about checking my wife out in her cute outfit. She was wearing a flared skirt that came mid thigh and a tight button downed burgundy top. As always, I thought she was hot.
Dinner and drinks followed. Both myself and Mariana didn't drink all that often, but she had a glass of wine with our guests and I grabbed a hard cider. Even the one drink made me a bit warm and slightly buzzed. I was a total lightweight. My wife was also.
I nodded to Siena and she winked at me. I walked into the kitchen and she followed. Mariana was chatting up Richard in the living room.
"So, we good," Siena asked.
"Yep," I said.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Your wife is cool with this?"
I chuckled quietly. "I'm sure she will be."
"Oh! She doesn't..." Siena started.
I put my finger to her lips. "Shhh... it'll be more fun this way."
"But," she insisted.
"Trust me," I said with a wink. The expression on her face told me what she thought of that particular command.
I grabbed a couple more drinks from the refrigerator and went back into the living room. I could feel the stare on the back of my neck. I was amused.