This based on a true story that really happened, the names have been changed to protect the innocent(Ha!) and all involved have given their consent for me to finally write this. While I have taken some "artistic liberties", the story is more or less exactly how it happened. Thanks for taking the time to read my tale. A special thanks to "Joe" for showing me a side of myself I would never have thought existed, you sick twisted little freak.
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I was super nervous, all afternoon all I could think about was tonight. I was on my third beer and had only been home for about an hour. Kay, my girlfriend was super excited as she got things set up and ready for her birthday party. I had promised her for her birthday I would try to make one of her fantasies come true. I had expected some role play or maybe something kinky, which we did occasionally and Kay was a genius at messing with my head during those times. I really love her and in all our years together I would never have guessed how far I would go for her but what she had asked for was something I wasn't sure I could do but I was willing to try my best.
She had looked at me with those big beautiful blue eyes and said she was a little embarrassed to ask but had always wanted to have a three-way. I had almost laughed at how mundane it was, I had been expecting something a little wilder from her. We had discussed three ways before, playfully joking about who we would invite or what celebrity we would like to get. While we had never seriously acted upon it I had told her I was open to adding a third play partner. I am not insecure and I know Kay loves me so I wouldn't have a problem if she didn't, but Kay didn't want another woman it seems.
Kay shyly admitted that she wanted a guy to join us. That part is what shocked me, you see Kay and I are lesbians. She had always been bi but preferred women so much that most of our friends just assumed that she was straight up gay if you pardon the pun. Calling Kay beautiful is an understatement, she is gorgeous. Having modeled in her teens she still retained that somehow both girl next door look I liked and that smokey raw sexual heat of the fashion model that made men trip over their own tongues. She is still a bombshell blonde who could have any man or woman she wanted, and it made me so happy that she chose me.
I am not what most mainstream would call beautiful, I am a butch lesbian and I look exactly how that sounds. I am big at six foot three, and fairly stocky having played football most of my life. Yeah before you ask I wear plaid shirts and Doc Martins. I am a walking cliché, not that it bothers me because so are most of my friends and it doesn't bother me so long as I have my Kay. And yes I am a truck driver, though its just as a yard dog for a local warehouse, but I do have my CDL.
I have never been with a man, I am not a man hater, I just know what I like and feminine women are what I love. Since I was always more of "just one of the guys" I have only ever viewed them as friends. So when Kay asked me to add a guy to our night I was a little apprehensive. As I said I am more of the stereotypical butch lesbian, and guys really don't go for that so I had no idea how to act in a situation like that and it was making me extremely nervous. Like what did she expect me to do, would I also do things with the guy as well as Kay. I said I am not insecure but between the two of us, I was pretty sure the guy would be a lot more interested in her over me.
"Who did you have in mind?" I asked, I half hoped she would just shrug, say she didn't know then we could just laugh it all off like a joke and forget the silly idea.
"How about that one cute guy, you know whats-her-name's brother," She replied, "you know from the bar." I knew who she meant. She was talking about Joe, who was very cute. He was fairly good looking, but there was a sort of hidden cuteness to him. A sort of feminine side hidden behind all that hair and bravado. You know how they say gay people have "gaydar" which mysteriously tells us who is hiding a secret side of themselves? Well it's kinda true but it has nothing to be with being gay, it comes from being really observant and years of living with your own hidden secret.
I had accidentally met him one night at the local lesbian bar. I know right? The odds of meeting a man in a lesbian bar. Apparently, his sister and her girlfriend had been wanting a night out and since both planned on drinking they had managed to get him to agree to be their designated driver. Even though the bar has a pretty strict rule about keeping guys out, they make exceptions and DD's are one of them. So he had planned to spend the night sitting at the bar watching sports on the tv until they were ready to leave.
That is where I first saw Joe, standing at the bar. I had just walked in, planning to meet a couple of friends for drinks, and all I saw was this beautiful head of long brown hair, with a slim waist and a nice ass leaning on the bar. Since he had been facing away from me I hadn't seen his face and was too busy checking out his cute butt to think to check the mirror behind the bar. Our bar isn't really the type here femme girls like Kay hang out, it's more of a Butch bar, though some do bring their cute girlfriends. So Joe was somehow the least butch person there.
Seeing a cutie like that, and first thing in the door was rare. I thought I would have some fun and flirt with her a little. My friends B and R were already there and sitting at the other end of the bar, they waved me over. But I had a fun little stop to make before that.
Again I know its cliché but it's a little fun to tease the pretty girls by playing the big bag dyke card and give them a little scare. So I snuck up behind him and put my hand on those sexy hips pressing my self against his back. I leaned close to his ear so he would clearly hear me over the music playing, and his hair smelled nice like Kays.
"Hey there cutie, you should be careful being all alone in a place like this. Some nasty old dyke might try to have her way with you." I whispered. I was shocked when he turned and looked at me with a big shit-eating grin on his bearded face.
"I really don't think I am your type sweetheart." he laughed. I was shocked and took a step back, I had really thought he had been a woman.
"Sorry," I apologized, "I thought you were someone else."
"Clearly," He replied, " but let's face it if I had saved this morning you would have thrown me over your shoulder and been halfway out the door by now." I laughed, at least he had a good humor about it. I apologized again for excusing my self to go join my friends. I was so embarrassed, my face was positively burning up. B and R wouldn't let me live it down.
"Your tastes changing Jay?" B teased, jostling me with her elbow. If I am considered big, B is HUGE. Look up Bull Dyke in the dictionary and you will see a picture of B. She was the kind of big butch woman who wears her strapon under her pants twenty-four seven. We played on the same recreational football team.
"You know loose the beard and he would look a little like Ruby Rose." R commented, and she would know R idolized Ruby to the point she modeled her punk look after her. R was the smallest of us and had been fairly femme when we had met but he attitude had never been anything but Butch. Her looks slowly changed to fit her personality, with tattoos and piercings.
"I'd hit that, hard." Said B, "ruin him for all other women." We all got a laugh out of that, and B even bought him a pint of beer. We watched the Bartender sit it in front of him, and leaned in to tell him we sent it. He turned looking at us, saluted then turned back to the bartender and said something. The Bartender took the pint of beer and brought it down to us.
