The only thing on my mind while driving home from work on a sweaty day in mid-summer was to pull my suit pants off, get into my PJs, and laze around. Living alone I could afford to walk around the house dressed however the hell I wanted and enjoy the Friday afternoon heat in peace. I came in the door exhausted and slumped onto the couch.
Without my even thinking about it my hand slid into my pants, worked its way under the waste-band of my g-string, and rubbed and scratched at the small trail of short curly hairs growing above my vulva. Just as I unbuttoned my pants I heard the doorbell. I live in a condo with a security guard. We don't get salespeople or Mormons, and since I didn't have any plans for the night, I was curious who it would be at the door.
It was the little Asian girl who lives in the unit to the left of mine. I didn't even know her name but I'd seen her in the elevator and coming and going in the halls a few times.
I opened the door and smiling warmly said, "Hey, what's up, can I help you with something?"
She was nervous. She looked down for a moment and I felt like she was deciding whether or not to bolt back to her place and lock the door.
Finally she said, "I know we don't really know each other but I need your advice with something. I really need to talk to you. Can I come in, or do you want to come to my place?"
The latter sounded interesting. I'd never seen any of the other condos in the building.
"OK, let's go," I replied, stepping out into the hall without even putting shoes on.
My curiosity was really peaked. I had no idea what she wanted but I was happy to go along and find out. Sometimes I can be too solitary of a person and I have had some of my life's best experiences by taking advantage of sudden opportunities.
"I'm sorry but I don't know your name."
"My English name is Jacqueline, and yours?"
"Jane. So where you born in Ireland or...?"
"China. But I've been here for about 9 years. I came over as a student originally."
She opened her door, which was unlocked, and I followed her inside. Her place was clean and very sparsely decorated. In the area to the left of the entrance way a couch stood away from any walls and facing a TV. There was a coffee table, a table in the kitchen to the right of the entrance way, which had a few chairs set out around it, and there was a large tank filled with brightly coloured exotic looking fish. The thing that I noticed most was the complete lack of any decoration on the walls. But because of their light colour, and the fact that all of the curtains were open, the place still seemed bright and cheery.
We sat on the couch and, still not knowing what exactly was up, I continued the conversation, learning that Jacqueline was 27 and worked in a travel agency. She seemed more relaxed now and I again caught the scent of wine on her breath that I had noted first at my front door. I was not wrong, as she got up and offered me a glass of a very nice red. I accepted happily, as I'd been planning on drinking anyway while watching movies.
Finally she got to the point I'd been waiting eagerly for.
"The reason I needed to talk to you so badly, Jane, has to do with my boyfriend. I really appreciate your coming over here, especially since we didn't even know each other. Kary keeps asking me to do something and, deep down I really want to, but it is something that, I don't know... it confuses me and it scares me too that if I do it I may regret it and feel... dirty."
At this last word I perked up my ears and felt a very slight flush of excitement. Maybe I was getting a little drunk already having not eaten anything yet. One thing was for sure, Jacqueline's shyness was really leaving me on edge! I wanted to just know already what the hell was up that was so important that she couldn't call one of her friends on the phone or something, she had to come over and knock on my door.
"Well...?" I laughed, "What is it? What is it?"
She took another gulp of wine and then, looking at the floor, said, "A threesome."
"I'm assuming he wants to do it with another girl?" I answered, wanting all the facts before I gave her my opinion.
"He does. In fact, he's already decided which girl. He is really serious about it, and I love him and trust him completely, and... I think I want it too. The girl is you Jane."
She was about to melt into the couch with embarrassment now. Wow. I didn't see this coming on my drive home from work. I didn't even think I knew who her boyfriend was. I'd seen a few guys in the elevator but didn't know where any of them lived. I had certainly never done anything like a threesome before. Nor had I ever fooled around with another girl. But then I thought, "Ahh... what the fuck, it's Friday."
I put my arm around Jacqueline's shoulder and said, "Well sweetie, if you want to do this, let's do it."
She finally had the courage to take her beautiful eyes off of the floor and look up to meet mine. My fingertips ran gently under her bangs rubbing her forehead. She put her hand behind my head and slowly leaned in to kiss my lips. My first kiss with a woman and it felt much more natural than I might have guessed it would. After this kiss she drew back and looked at me, beaming with relief and pleasure after so much concern over what the result of taking this risk would be.
I hadn't really checked her out before this. Jacqueline was a petite woman with a delicate beauty and refined features. I took her small beautiful hand and held it between my own hands which completely covered it.
"Kary will be home any minute. He just went out to do some shopping and I didn't tell him anything about this. I think he will be happy with me," she giggled.
I was actually starting to burn up with desire for this woman. Even if her boyfriend didn't come back I would have fucked her. "Who cares," I rationalized to myself, "sex is supposed to feel good, if it feels good it then it's fine."
I kissed Jacqueline again, this time opening my lips a crack and letting the end of my tongue enter her mouth. We were making out very slowly, still fully clothed, me fondling her breasts and her running her hands through my long chestnut hair when the door opened.
Kary was a tall and very well built man. Welsh, as I would learn later. His body was on the verge of being too thick and making the transition from just strong to strong and definitely fat. I could tell that in a few years this change would irreversibly take place, but it hadn't quite begun yet. His hairline was receding a little in the corners. I put him in his early 30s.
His smile was so broad as he gazed down at his couch and what waited there for him, that I thought it might lift him off of the ground as it grew.
He shook his head and clucked, "Jacqueline my dear you are simply incredible. Incredible."