"Hey man. My girl loves your stories."
I was confused at Tom's message.
"My girl, Elaine, my girlfriend, she likes your stories. I introduced her to the site and she stumbled upon my story, and read more. Now she's hooked."
I called Tom on the phone on a Wednesday evening after reading the message. I recalled him speaking of his girl, and him mentioning she knew nothing of this side of him so I shocked to find her approval.
"She loved the one of me and you especially," he said.
I laughed thinking there was no way he could be with someone this freaky.
"She wants to meet you," he added.
"Meet me," I repeated.
"Meet, as in you and that black dick hop a flight down here for a coffee or barbecue," he answered.
I looked at my schedule while he and I talked, and would propose I come down three weeks from the time we were on the phone.
"That'll work. We'll do whatever," he said as he sounded hyped.
We stopped talking and he sent me photos of Elaine, a 49-year dental hygienist from St. Augustine. She was a petite, reddish, dark skinned Caucasian woman, with a tight body containing firm, natural tits, flat stomach and nice ass.
"She runs five times a week," he told me when I complimented her physique.
She, like him was a parent, and they'd been dating on and off for years when he claimed they were more serious as of recent. He sent photos of her fully clothed, and others when she was in beachwear, when I noticed a nice gesture.
"Your girl got a cameltoe," I asked.
"The sweetest tasting one, too," he joked. "Elaine's got the best pussy that no money can buy."
I didn't understand that part and joked she had a "pad," and he quickly dismissed it by showing me another photo, one of her in the nude brandishing that beautiful vagina. I wasn't into women as of late, but Elaine caught my attention with her and Tom being such a cute couple, and I of course loved playing in bed with him. I imagined how the three of us would look in bed, and I became engorged, thinking of things we could do and all the excitement that would be expressed.
"We'll grab you from the airport together," he said, once plans were finalized.
I was giddy, texting him once a day prior to the meet-up as it was heaviest on my mind.
My plane took off from Norfolk on a rainy Friday, and I endured a two hour flight to Fort Lauderdale to be greeted by sunshine, warm weather, and a smiling male and female couple.
"Heyyyyyyy," I heard a female voice yell. "Welcome back!"
I was lucky enough to come out of the right door as they were parked right in front, with Elaine seeming the most jubilant, recognizing me before I saw her.
They climbed out of Tom's Jeep, with Tom shaking my hand and hugging me first, then tossing my bag in the back before Elaine jumped on me.
"Damn, you're tall," said the bouncy, blue eyed mini. "Man, you're like a little, or should I say big, R.L. Stine who writes porn. Dude, you're fucking talented!"
I couldn't stop smiling as she pumped my head up, and I would help her climb back into the passenger seat so Tom could drive off. We talked and I immediately was in love with Elaine's fragrance, her sweet voice, and personality. I might have been a big fan of women, but she had my full attentiveness as she was gorgeous.
"So how's things in Norfolk," she asked.
"Things are swell, especially since you pronounced it correctly," I said to her.
She and I hit it off immediately as we talked about the times she visited Virginia.
"My two brothers are both Navy officers," she said as she mentioned seeing them off on deployments. "Plus, whenever I come up, I don't leave without getting some peanut brittle."
She belted a hearty, infectious laugh while I looked in the rear view to see Tom's eyes connect with mine, the both of us winking at each other. He had a winner, and the gears in my mind were grinding thinking of what the three of us could do. We made it back to the house.
"Kids, we're home," Tom said as he barely spit two words on the trip to the house.
It was the automatic chemistry she and I displayed that turned us into chatterboxes, but Tom interrupted for the right purpose.
"Grill, or takeout," he asked.
We chose the grill, and went into the house to change into our bathing suits amd hang in the backyard. He had steaks marinating and would prepare the grill, while she and I sat and talked on the patio.
"How long we have you for," she asked.
"Four days," I told her as I couldn't stop smiling.
Tom cooked with a big grin on his face as he loved the two of us chatting. she rambled while I was undressing her in my head, then picturing what Tom would do to her, and how I could be a part of the equation.
"Honey, how's the steaks coming," she asked in mid sentence.
"They're coming along," he said as he just laid them across the hot grid.
I smelled the smoke containing the scent of the marinade and the meat of course, licking my lips as I looked Tom's way. He closed the top cover and looked over at me.
"Cut all the bullshit. Show her that big, fat dick."
I was embarrassed, and so was Elaine as I pulled down my shorts and showed off my sausage. Tom turned over the meet, then walked over to me to grab it by the base.
"Ooooooh," she said as her eyes lit up. "Can I touch it, too?"
I giggled, and she reached over to rub the tip, then the base before it became erect and stood straight. Tom walked back to the grill while Elaine marveled.
"This is the first time I've touched a black man," she said. "Your dick is amazing."
"Don't stare too hard," Tom said as he turned over the food.
She knew the two of us fooled around, and she was turned on by it for she always wanted a threesome with Tom. She touched it, then kneeled further to put her lips around my tip just to break her own barriers.
"Man, that tastes good," she said.
"I told ya," Tom said as he pulled the meat off the grill.
I was flattered by her observation, and tickled she and him talked about me to great lengths apparently.
"I got word you took Tom's cherry," she said with a smirk.
"He's coy about it, but I know you fucked him. He's been different every since."
"Food's ready," he said to change the subject.
She quickly ran in the house and brought out items to make cocktails, and we'd have bourbon and cokes prior to gnawing on the ribeyes Tom prepared.
"Hope you guys like medium well," he saod as we were sitting, laughing, communing like three adults in the privacy of Tom's yard.