We got out of the car and walked to the apartment front door. Trish gave Kris a quick hug and a kiss and then turned to me. "We have a lot to talk about. Let's go up and relax a bit before we get started." Feeling outnumbered, I just nodded and took Kris's hand. Trish seemed to ignore that as we went up to the apartment. I opened the door and in we went. Trish had a bottle of something in her backpack. "Bourbon," she said. "Anyone want a drink?"
Kris made a bit of a sour face but said, "Okay, if that's all you have." I just nodded yes and went to the kitchen to get three glasses. Trish poured three generous shots and raised her glass.
"To Ken, who has survived so far. May he continue and here's to his very good health." Kris raised her glass. I hesitated, then raised mine and took a big belt of the stuff. As it burned its way down my throat, I realized something.
"Oh, damn! I play tomorrow and I'm not supposed to drink on the night before a game. Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Kris gave another giggle. "As if we would."
I immediately said, "What's this 'we' stuff? Let's start there. How long have you two known each other?"
Now Trish giggled. "Since yesterday, actually. Kris came to talk to me and we came to appreciate and understand each other."
I was confused. "What does 'appreciate each other' mean?"
Kris answered. "Well, we both like you and we both were a little upset at each other. Then Trish told me of her...initial training of you. Apparently you have potential. But like she said, you need a lot of work."
I sat down on the easy chair and took another big jolt of the Bourbon. I coughed and then asked, "Training...what the hell does that mean. And what potential? The potential to get mind fucked? I can live without that quite happily, thank you very much."
Kris turned to Trish and sat down on the couch. She patted the space beside her and Trish took the hint and joined her. Kris said to her, "I think you should take it from here."
Trish took a sip of her drink and paused, as if deep in thought. Then she started. "Ken, we are all the same age here, but...in some ways...I'm older than you two. I mean...I've had some experiences that perhaps...you haven't."
"I sure haven't," said Kris with a wistful look.
Trish carried on. "I started being active...sexually...at an early age. I was...a bit precocious that way. I have an older sister who introduced me to her older friends. The two of us...made quite a pair. We were...popular, you might say."
I butted in. "How early, if I may ask?"
Trish smiled and said, "You may ask. I was twelve and my sis was fifteen at the time. So I've been active for almost a decade."
Kris giggled again. "Which means you've got me beat by almost a decade."
It was my turn to chuckle. "You were having sex at twelve, with your older sister's friends? How much older, if I may ask."
Again, Trish said, "You can ask anything you want. Chances are I'll answer. Let's see, the first guy that I had real sex with, meaning vaginal intercourse was...sixteen, I think. Statutory rape in my state, but I wasn't about to tell."
"Statutory rape in all states," I added. "Your sister let that happen? Big of her."
Trish frowned. "Ken, we all have our own ideas of what is right and wrong, particularly when it comes to sexual matters. Having been aware of what my sis was up to for several years, I wanted to join in. No one forced me. No one had to seduce me. I was...precocious that way. A regular little Lolita. I wanted the guys to...fuck me. I wanted to see them fuck my sis. I wanted them to fuck us both and they did. As I said, we were quite popular, at least with a select crowd. No one outside the crowd knew. My parents didn't know, at least until I was older. And even then, they didn't know much. My sis was careful who had...access so to speak. It was a great thing for me. I got everything I wanted and so did everyone else."
I paused and then asked, "Please explain 'everything I wanted'."
Trish carried on. "Everything I wanted was straight forward at first. Serious petting, oral, vaginal intercourse, group sex and watching, that kind of stuff. Later came anal and some bondage which I really liked. Being tied up and helpless was a serious turn on. By the time I was a high school senior, I was into role playing, things like playing out fantasies, rape, incest, seductions, things like that. Does this make sense?"
It did, in a way. "Well," I began, "it does explain the head games, the way you let me think I was...you know...in control for a while. But tell me, where does Kris come into this?"
Kris looked at Trish who looked back at Kris, then at me and said, "I think I came in by accident. When you showed an interest in me, it certainly wasn't any of her doing. You chose me yourself. She never said a word to me until yesterday. She told me basically what she just told you. Then she asked me if I would consider getting involved, the three of us at first, perhaps more later, perhaps not. It has to be a mutual decision." Then she looked back at Trish.
Trish took over talking. "What I see is starting a select group of like minded people, just like I was in during High School. A sex club if you want to call it that, strictly by mutual agreement and some rules, as in outmost confidentiality, discretion and adherence to the group, that sort of thing. No outside dalliances. No bringing in anyone without a group acceptance. No bringing in unwanted problems as in STD's. Every one gets a check up at first. That sort of thing. Kris is in if you are. If you aren't in, she says no and I wish you both all the best. No regrets, no pressures, just keep this all to yourselves. Give me at least that."
I had been listening intently but this last part was a bit much. A select club dedicated to sex. It sounded too good to be true. Or too true to be good. Perhaps Trish was simply playing us both, or perhaps Trish and Kris were playing me. I kept silent for a few moments and just sipped the bourbon. Then I looked at Kris. "So if I say no, you do as well. Why is that?"
