Bran awoke to a text from Stevie. It had been three days since their last rendezvous -- when she blew him in a parking lot while her bandmate, Rian, watched.
"Call me when you wake up."
He took a few minutes to let the cobwebs clear from his brain, and to use the bathroom, before he did so.
"Hey, Beautiful," he said, when she answered.
"I talked to Rian last night," Stevie announced.
"She hasn't called me yet," he told her.
"She's not going to," Stevie replied.
"Oh," he uttered, not knowing what else to say.
"No; she wants to meet you, tonight," Stevie assured him. "But, she doesn't want to take a chance by having your number in her phone."
"OK," he mumbled, not entirely sure it was. "So..."
"So, she wants me to be the go-between," Stevie explained.
"You mean the pimp," Bran countered. "Whoring me out to your friends."
"You love it," Stevie laughed loudly.
"As long as you're there to chaperone," he dictated.
"Are you free tonight?" she asked.
"All night," Bran told her. "Just call when you're leaving your place."
"Will do," she agreed. "Rian and I are going out today; lunch, pedicures, and lingerie shopping."
"Damn it!" Bran swore. "I'll be stuck at work."
"I'm gonna try to get her into something really sexy," Stevie claimed.
"Sheer," Bran recommended. "Sheer is always good."
"I'll see what I can do," Stevie promised.
"Are you going to give me any hints about what Rian wants?" he questioned. "Or, is it a big surprise?"
Stevie remained silent for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.
"Rian is Jewish; you know that," Stevie told him. "She's not supposed to swallow. But, of course, being forbidden, that's exactly what she wants to do."
"Is that really true?" Bran challenged. "I thought it was just a stereotype; or an old wives tale."
"She says Jewish men aren't supposed to expend their seed in a way that doesn't lead to procreation," Stevie revealed. "But, she wants to have sex just for pleasure."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not Jewish," he observed.
"Yes; it's a good thing," Stevie mocked.
"What else does she want to try?" Bran inquired.
"Being eaten out," Stevie said. "And, being on top."
"That's it?" he pressed.
"She doesn't get to do that with her fiancé," Stevie commented. "Strictly missionary, and he never goes down on her."
"I see," Bran allowed. "I'm just worried, because she's so thin, I might split her in half."
"No, you won't," Stevie chided, "because you'll be careful; you'll go slow, and use plenty of lube."
"I know, but...," Bran began.
"And, of course," Stevie directed, "you'll have to wear a condom when you're fucking her."
"Are you sure you're OK with this?" he tested.
"Yes," she confirmed, quietly. "I mean... we've been only friends with benefits for a long time. A lot longer than we were a couple. Besides, even if I was still your girlfriend, given our scarily similar sexual appetites, I would insist that you fuck Rian."
"I can't believe how perfectly our crazy matches up," Bran chuckled. "It's like two crazy lions combining to form a crazy Voltron."
"Weren't there five lions in Voltron?" Stevie noted.
"Are you saying we should have a five-some?" Bran blurted.
"You really are crazy," Stevie groused. "Maybe I should keep Rian away from you."
"You love me," he crowed.
"Fucking nerd!" she complained. "I'll call you later... maybe."
Before leaving the house, Bran double-checked his supply of condoms and lube. He went about the rest of his day trying to focus on work. He found this difficult to do. His mind continually returned to thoughts of what the night might hold.
Late in the afternoon, Stevie sent a picture to his cell phone. She'd put three bra and panty sets on the bench in the dressing room of the lingerie shop.
"Like?" she wrote.
"I need to see them on you to be sure," he responded.
"You'll see one of them on me tonight," she told him.
"Which one?" he prodded.
"That'll be a surprise," Stevie teased.
After work, he ate a light dinner, and watched Jeopardy! Then, he took a shower in anticipation of Stevie's call. Just before 9:00, he received another text from Stevie.
"We're at O's. Come join us."
"O's" meant O'Reilly's Pub; a great place near his house, featuring a mix of music, but not played so loud you couldn't carry on a conversation. Bran pulled on some jeans, and a t-shirt, and was on his way.
It wasn't crowded, and he found Stevie and Rian at a table. They each had a beer in front of them. He ordered a Coke, and walked over. He could see Stevie wore a maroon t-shirt; a short, denim skirt, and black ankle boots. Rian wore a powder blue sundress and sandals. He sat down next to Stevie.
"Hi," she sang out, then kissed his cheek.
"What's shakin'?" Bran crooned.
"We thought we'd listen to some good music, and have a drink or three," Stevie said.
"Sounds good to me," Bran opined.
Rian and Bran exchanged greetings. He noticed that she maintained eye contact, unlike the first time they met. The three spent nearly two hours talking, singing, and drinking. Eventually, Stevie suggested they go to Bran's place. Rian nodded her approval.
The drive went quickly. Upon entering, Stevie led them to the dimly lit living room, and they all sat on the couch, with Rian in the middle.
"What would you ladies like to do?" Bran wondered. "Watch a movie? Play Monopoly?"
Stevie put a hand on Rian's shoulder, and pushed her toward Bran. Rian twisted her body and climbed into Bran's lap, straddling him.
"Well, hello," Bran quipped.
