It was a Wednesday night just like any other for me. I was bartending on the Upper West Side and things were pretty dull. No one had come in yet, not even any of the regulars. I sat on the counter behind the bar and watched people walking up and down Columbus Avenue through the huge bay window. It was about 6 p.m.; I had six more hours to go until I could go home and get some sleep. It seemed like it was going to be a long night.
Just then, two people walked into the bar from the restaurant area and sat down. They were a couple in their 20’s and quite attractive. He was about 6 feet tall with light brown wavy hair and hazel eyes, and it looked like he had a nice body. He wasn’t skinny, but was not overly muscular either. She was gorgeous. She was about 5’3 with shoulder-length dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had high cheekbones, a small nose and a delicate jawline. Her body was petite but curvy. I hopped off the counter to wait on them. They ordered drinks and asked to see a menu.
Since there were no other customers in the bar, the three of us began to talk. They looked like they worked in the financial district, and I was kind of curious as to what they were doing on the Upper West Side. It turned out that they were meeting friends later on that night in the area and stopped in to have a bite to eat before they went out. After a few minutes of conversation, I introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Alyssa.”
“Nice to meet you, Alyssa. I’m Greg and this is Mikki.” The conversation continued; I told them that I was a teacher during the day and that I bartended part-time to help me get through graduate school. They both worked down on Wall Street and had been dating for a couple of years.
I went to get their food. When I came back, Mikki left to go use the Ladies’ room. Greg turned to me after Mikki walked out and said, “There was another reason why we came in here.”
“Oh? What’s that?” I asked.
“Well… Mikki’s been curious about other women, and she wants to see what it’s like to be with one. We walked by this place and she saw you back here. She thought you were pretty and she suggested that we come in to see what you were like.”
I was kind of shocked but intrigued; I wanted to see what else he was going to say about it. “Well, what was the conclusion you and Mikki came to?” I asked.
“While you were ordering and getting our food, we talked about you. Not only are you pretty, but you’re smart and educated as well. Mikki really likes you and she thinks that she’d like you to be the first woman she sleeps with.”
“What would you be doing during this?”
Greg replied, “I’d like to watch you two for a little bit and possibly join in. Please don’t feel pressured. We can all go out to dinner, go out afterwards, and see what happens. If things go well, then maybe we’ll all spend the night together. If not... well, at least we gave it a chance.”
“I’d really have to think about this. Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll let you know in a couple of days if I want to.” He wrote down his number, and at that moment Mikki walked back in. For the remainder of the time they were there we talked about work and watched television, but my mind was spinning throughout it. There was an obvious tension in the air; we all knew what the situation was but did not want to speak about it in the open yet. I felt like a kid who was just told a secret about another kid, and the other kid knew that I knew, but didn’t want to say anything in front of me about it. It made me giddy.
They left soon after they finished eating (they left me a nice tip, too), and Greg reminded me to call him to let him know my answer.
That night, I went home and had difficulty falling asleep. I had been hit on by women before, but I either did not realize I was being hit on at the time or I had never seriously considered their offers. Greg and Mikki were different; they were both very attractive, and Greg would serve as the buffer between Mikki and me for our first bisexual experience.
The next two days at work, my mind kept wandering to them. The thought of being with another woman while a man was also involved became more appealing to me the more I thought about it. Looking back, I think that I was just really hot for Mikki. She seemed so innocent- like the girl next store, but there was a hidden sexuality simmering just underneath her surface. I had sensed it in the bar, and I wanted to see more of it. Hell, I didn’t just want to see it. I wanted to experience it.
Friday, when I got home from work, I called Greg. “Hey, it’s Alyssa,” I said.
Greg was quiet for about a second before he replied, “Hi! I’m so happy to hear from you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything at first, I was just stunned because I didn’t expect to hear back from you. I thought that you thought we were two weirdoes or something.”
