Reed and Kris's story continues in this second chapter and I want to take the opportunity to thank those of you that gave chapter one a high rating and followed me. I was encouraged and motivated to know people read and liked the story.
Disclaimer: this is a First Time story in a broad sense. If you are looking for a strict loss-of-virginity story, you may want to keep searching. That said, I don't think chapter 2 will disappoint.
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"I wouldn't be a lesbian again," Kris said. I'd been looking up lyrics to a song and fumbled my phone. "Women are complicated and society is fucked."
I rode shotgun in her super-charged midnight-blue Jetta. I leaned down and found my phone hiding under my seat. We were en route to Kris's esthetician who she saw every other Tuesday. The sun floated high in a cloudless sky and the cracked windows sang a mild drone. Summer would be here soon and Kris and I would end our fitness class together. My heart lurched at the thought we might end too.
"Wait, what?"
Kris downshifted and the engine growled, tearing us past a grey minivan that had the audacity to go the speed limit. We vaulted back to ninety and Kris's eyes brightened.
"Don't get me wrong, women are hot. Much softer than men," she said.
"No, I mean—you were a lesbian?"
"For a year after college I lived with a woman. But men are more straightforward. Easier." At twenty, Kris took a four year break from college. "I got tired of going out with her and being judged."
"Oh." Auburn wisps of hair escaped her bun and lingered near the back of her neck. They frolicked in the wind from the open window and pleaded with me to come play.
"But I miss the sex. Most women don't want to fuck me once I tell them I have a boyfriend."
It had been several weeks since our intimate moment on her couch. She had waited until after I'd come into my boxers to tell me she had a boyfriend. I knew our friendship should change; I should withdraw from her. But I couldn't overcome her gravity. I saw her more, five to six nights a week. She said we were good friends—emphasis on friends. She still wanted me to cuddle with her though.
I opened my mouth, but words refused to form.
"Trevor knows and is okay with me fucking other girls." Trevor is her boyfriend. She told me he made good money as a night-time construction worker on roadways, possessed a very large dick and reached into the sky at six two. I hadn't met him.
"Oh." My hands closed into fists; I knew how to use larger words than 'oh.'
We drove south and the sun licked my right arm. I wedged my body into two-thirds of the seat to find shade; redheads have sensitive skin.
"Don't be so judgmental."
"I'm not."
"Well you look it." Her finger tapped the steering wheel.
I attempted to focus on her face and failed. Her ample breasts swelled out of a powder blue tank top. Long legs emerged from a pleated charcoal grey miniskirt and stretched down into her delicate feet. The white French tips of her toenails contrasted with her mocha skin and strappy black heels. Even her tapping finger emanated waves of sensuality that were, by some power foreign to me, palpable. Her glimpses were worse; they elicited an urge to be absorbed by her. I couldn't judge her—her attentions made me significant.
"I'm just surprised." My voice sounded too high.
The engine grumbled into the parking lot. I didn't want our conversation to end this way either.
Kris wrapped her hand around mine. "It's perfectly normal for couples to have open relationships. It makes them healthier." She dropped my hand in her lap and my cock hardened. She parted her legs and my hand sunk between her warm thighs. She cradled my neck with her hand and whispered, "Our rule is that he has to be there when I fuck other men."
"Oh." So much for using bigger words.
I wondered, not for the first time, if Trevor knew about me and what his girlfriend and I had done. I turned my hand and my fingers pressed into her thigh. She smelled of jasmine and musk. I stared at her.
"Yes?" she said.
"A couple weeks ago, on the couch—"
"We were just having fun."
"Oh, okay." I felt like I'd eaten something sketchy.
"And getting to know one another." She widened her legs. My pinky moved to the heat further up her thigh. My stomach settled. She sighed. "We're going to be late, let's go in."
My eyes adjusted to the soft office light. A young woman in her early-twenties greeted us. I'd been raised by my Christian parents not to have 'impure' thoughts, but I noticed her white blouse clung to her breasts. I tried to imagine her naked, but I conjured images of Kris instead.
"Good afternoon, Kris. Here for your 1:30 appointment?" The receptionist's cheeks dimpled when she smiled.
"You know I wouldn't miss a date with you, Jane." Kris pivoted towards me. With both of us in view, she winked. Jane's dark hair swept her shoulders when she giggled.
"You can go back now, she's ready for you." Kris moved away and Jane's eyes lingered on her. I thought I would sit in the waiting room, but Kris took my hand and led me with her.
Kris's heels sunk into the burgundy carpet that lined the hallway. Puckered depressions trailed behind her. We passed a print titled Venus of Urbino; a blemishless woman lay on a white sheet atop a scarlet cushion, exposed save for a hand between her thighs. Her eyes hosted an invitation and a puppy slept at her feet. I found it odd that a woman and child played in the background, oblivious to the nude woman behind them and unphased by the lewd exchange I engaged in.
Someone tugged my hand and I turned. Kris looked at me, one eyebrow arched and her lips lifted on one side. I had stopped at the nude painting. My cheeks burned.
At our destination a lanky woman named Trix met us. I thought of the cereal and smiled at her. Her sapphire eyes smiled through the blonde curls that framed her face and fell to her chest. The overhead lights turned her hair to gold.
"Hi Kris, is this the handsome young man you've been telling me about?" She appraised me and then smiled. "You were right, he's cute."
I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't.
"You know the routine," Trix said to Kris and pointed to the massage table with an open palm. She had clean hands with short unpolished nails. I found a seat in the corner of the room next to a small cherrywood table covered with crime novels.
"Oh Trix, you like crime thrillers?" Conversation always makes me feel less awkward.
When I looked up Kris was removing her top. Her elongated body complemented her breasts, which filled out a black lace bra. Trix saw me fixated on Kris and didn't respond to my question.
"You can put your clothes on the counter over there," Trix said.
"Red can hold my clothes." Kris discarded her top in my lap and hid my arousal. Her skirt fell to her feet. She stepped aside and I leaned over to retrieve it. My hair brushed her stomach when I sat back up.
She unhooked her bra and let it fall into my lap. "This one's my favorite, guard it for me?" she said. Several weeks before, she had worn round silver nipple rings, but now I looked at horizontal black bars with balls on the ends. She kissed my cheek and thanked me. Her hand brushed my cock as she turned around and walked to the table.
A narrow strip of black lace hugged her waist and disappeared between her flexing cheeks. Heels elongated her legs and she mounted the table with little effort.
"Trevor doesn't mind Reed seeing you naked?" Trix said.
"I don't know, I haven't mentioned it." Kris laughed. "Red is a virgin." As if that explained everything. My name is Reed but Kris always called me Red because of my hair.
Kris stretched out face up on the massage table while Trix went over her body with needles and an extractor. Kris reminded me of the painting in the hallway. I was the puppy at her feet.
"What are you doing, Trix?" I said. She explained the process of cleaning pores. I didn't understand the need to assault Kris's perfect body, but I didn't argue. I can't remember what we talked about while Trix worked, but I recall trying to be charming.
My body burned and I doubted my brain received an adequate supply of blood. She turned over and I glimpsed a pink strip of flesh nestled within two black strips between her legs—she wore a crotchless thong. I silently thanked Kris for her skirt.
"Red gives the best massages." Kris said. Her ass tightened at a twinge of pain.
"Oh, I love massages. My shoulders get so tense," Trix said.
Kris laughed. "I'm sure he'd be good at shoulder massages too."
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On our way out Kris invited Jane to her apartment that Friday night. Trevor was out of town on a job and she wanted to have a girl's night. She promised there would be gobs of lubricant. When Jane giggled, Kris said, "Wine of course."