Chapter 5
Authors Note: All characters mentioned in this story are over the age of 24. At no time is there any reference to sex before being well-over legal age.
Two weeks later on Saturday evening, there was another neighborhood party that we knew would also include many outside guests and invitees. This one was at Greg and Susan Heyden's house. I knew the gathering would be a little wilder and freer ranging than the last one at the Bett's home. People were kind of geared up for some excitement and raunch that the Betts discouraged at their gatherings.
KC teased me a little about what she should wear -- or rather, what she shouldn't wear. I suggested a few things as well, each one more revealing and risquΓ© than the last. We had a lot of laughs, but the fun between us made me think a lot about the party and where I was in my decision making. I thought that I needed to push myself and widening my perspective on KC was the place to put my shoulder, so to speak.
KC finally came to me and put her arms around me. "I am not going to fuck anybody tonight... except you. I might like to watch you hook up with someone, and I might even help if you seem to like me doing that; but I am not planning anything. I don't want you to worry when you don't see me for five minutes, or if you see me flirting with someone. You know that's my thing. I hope that's all right."
I kissed her, mindful of my talk with Chris, "KC that's fine. I'm still working out the long term, and I still don't know if I could handle something heavy like that if you did it tonight. The whole idea scares me. I know we seem to be coasting without my creating any closure, but please give me more time. Believe me, thinks are percolating in my head. If that's not OK with you, we could split. If we did, my heart would ache for the rest of my life about you."
KC hugged me tightly. "I am not letting you go. My heart would ache a lot more than yours. I wish I wasn't the way I am, but... fuck... I am. I'm trying to be realistic, too. I'm also authentic and honest and not secretive. I wouldn't want to lie to you today, and then you and I both find out I couldn't be true to what I'd said. I'm not someone that would sneak away and cheat on you either. I hope you think that everything that I've done is in the open then and now."
I kissed her nose, "Come on, let's go to the party and have fun. Maybe we can both get in a little trouble, without overstepping the line too far."
We walked over to the next block to the Heyden's house. KC had made Swedish meatballs, and driven them over earlier. She also dropped off a couple of bottles of wine and some beer, so we didn't have to carry anything with us. We held hands as we walked. I loved being romantic with KC, and she took great pleasure in it as well. We kissed every fifty feet in our stroll.
We were halfway there when we heard a call from behind us, "Hey, Lovebirds!"
We turned and Don and Edie were coming up behind us. We waited and greeted them.
I got my usual passionate round of kisses from Edie while KC and Don watched the lewd and one-sided display of affection with chuckles. Edie propositioned me, offering me a chance to take her home and fuck her lights out before or after we went to the party. I laughed, and then pulled us all in the direction of the Heyden's home.
Don gave me a glance as we walked behind the two women, as though to ask, 'Is everything OK?' I gave him a thumbs-up gesture, but didn't grin broadly. I figured with the mixed messages he'd figure out that little had changed since we talked.
We blended into the party and soon has the requisite buzz on that everyone seemed to share, partly from some alcoholic drinks and partly from the pleasure of being with our friends.
Marcie found me, and hung on me for a while, urging me to repeat my sexual time with her. KC was by my side, and suggested that we set a specific time and date to get together. I wasn't sure I wanted to go another round, but after five minutes and a consultation with my iPhone calendar, KC had me committed to going over on Thursday evening and having my way with Marcie. KC admitted that she might come along and help and maybe play the role of cuckquean.
Darlene stopped me with a huge kiss, and hug. She whispered, "I love you," along with her desire to have me make love to her again. She planned on staying over, so if I hadn't tired myself out too much at this party, perhaps I might deign to satisfy her carnal urges later. Again, KC was beside me and encouraging the two of us. I found it interesting to mentally put myself in KC's shoes, encouraging my partner to have sex with someone else. The thought was mind blowing.
We ate dinner with many of our friends at a picnic table with a lot of laughter. KC had taken to teasing Don, Greg, and Ted about men's bad habits and sex. They were losing to her witty comments and sparkle. I wisely refused to defend either side. Never argue with a genius.
About then Kelsey sidled up to my side. She looked like Aphrodite, the goddess of love, sexuality, and pleasure, wearing a gossamer see-through top and snug little hot shorts with white heels. She managed to plaster her body against mine in a way that left me feeling every curve and bump on her body as she kissed me. Of course, she could feel all I had to offer, too.
Kelsey whispered in a romantic tone, "Tonight, you and I are going to make love. I have waited long enough. I want you to think about that, and I want you to grow hard and long to please me, but it will be tonight."
I asked with modest concern, "What about Tyler?"
Kelsey chuckled and ran a finger down my cheek, "You're not his type, darling. He is hoping to entertain Marcie and her husband over at their home. He might be away all night, if you'd care to stay."