Part 1 - What Could Have Happened
All characters in the story are 18 years old or older.
First...That Look
When we talk about Berlin, you've teased me with Don, Mike, and, surprisingly, Carl, but this wasn't in Berlin. That's another story and I'm sure I still don't know all of it. To be honest, you're coy when it comes to who you've slept with and I'm begging to know the true details. But I digress. It's a different place and time that I remember, think about. And it makes my cock hard!
I remember it clearly whether you do or not. When I saw it, and reacted, I said, "What the fuck?!"
What you didn't know was that, though annoyed, I thought it was kind of hot too. You see, I know That Look. I know that posture, the hips forward, and the arms loose and wrists limp with your hands crossed, your lips parted in just the hint of a smile.
That Look tells me very clearly that fuck is very much an option!
It was a Gaming Saturday in Baumholder and all the guys were over, guys from the barracks that didn't have family here.
Single guys. Soldiers.
It was around lunch time and we were taking a break. After grabbing some cups from the table, I turned and walked through the door to the kitchen and nearly ran into you, but you weren't alone.
There you were, arms around Gavin's neck, elbows resting on his shoulders, wrists lightly crossed, nearly nose to nose. His arms were around your waist and you were pulled to him, hip to hip, bodies touching, noses nearly touching, the look in your eyes and the parted lips telling me what would have happened next if you two had been alone.
It would have ended in the bedroom.
I'm ok with that, I just would have wanted to hear every dirty detail later!
But my sudden surprise, and when snapped out the exclamation, you two parted and you got a different look on your face. Catching me at the counter, you asked me if I was pissed when everyone walked out of the kitchen and I just said it looked bad. But I was thinking it looked good if it'd just been the three of us or four since Dari, the only other girl and a German local, was there with Gavin. Now that would have been a different story.
But nothing came of it. So, what could have happened, you might ask? That is a different story that would probably have gone like this.
Where to Begin
As much time as I spent in the field, I've had my suspicions of "What Could Have Happened" for years. Sometimes, I jack off to those suspicions, fantasies...incidents? The two top names on my list were always Gavin and Stan. Why? Well, simple really. That day you and Gavin were in the kitchen was one of them. That Look was very intimate and one that two people who have shared intimacy outside of a weekend gaming group might share. If I were to bet on it, well, I've made that pretty clear.
As for Stan, that one was pretty obvious too in retrospect. Stan used to come over and then that girl we didn't know followed along. She had a husband. Stan was single. She and Stan were already hooking up and you liked Stan. He didn't have a problem sleeping with a married woman so...simple math.
But there is another reason as well. Any time Stan's name came up and we are in bed talking about sex and maybes and "did you's"...well, m'dear, thou doth protest too much when I bring up Stan. Profusely is a good description.
Although you have a type, tall, slender, dark hair, hazel eyes like mine or blue like Pierce Brosnan, Stan was big, six-one, a big, well-cut chest, arms, legs, and very strong. He was more Viking than anything and he was a soldier which was your favorite flavor. Something just told me that you weren't opposed to trying a different flavor.
Call it my gut, but you've known me for a very long time and my gut is spot on accurate more than it's wrong.
Still, after all this time, it doesn't bother me, fact or fiction. In truth, I want to know the details of Baumholder and before. You have cloaked those details in mystery for all this time. Maybe one day you'll tell all. Who knows?
And that brings us to that look. I assume that you were already playing. With just a little sweet talk, I might have played as well. Most likely, oh yes!
So, let's assume everyone left and Gavin and Dari stuck around for drinks...
It occurs to me at this point that I haven't described my wife, or Dari, for you.
Caitlyn, my wife, is what you would consider a BBW. She's five-eight and has a shapely figured though I wouldn't entirely call it hourglass. She has a Double-D cup chest, a waist about thirty inches, and hips that are in the thirty-eight to forty inch range. But the thing that makes her incredibly attractive are the proportions, the curves, the heart-shaped face, and the long, dark brown hair over brown eyes.
Dari, on the other hand, isn't a great deal like her. Dari is short, maybe five-two, curvy in a small, slender way, but with nice C-cup breasts, very perky as she is only twenty-one, barely younger than us with Gavin being twenty-five and us in between, with a nice tan, trim waist, but her hair and eyes the most striking. Her eyes are hard to describe, that aqua blue or green, not hazel like mine, that reach out through her naturally thick lashes over a perfectly shaped mouth, perhaps a little large for her face but that a part of the attraction.
As for myself and Gavin, I'm slightly taller at five-ten, we about the same build, slender but with that soldier muscle added in, he darker by far as his father is part African American, me with that pale skin from my Scottish forebears. Both of us seem to be attractive to the ladies though. At least they don't run away screaming with is dark, exotic looks and smile, and my Southern grin and charm my wife says I exude.
I'm willing to take her word for it. But as far as being similar, you couldn't really say we were. But that wouldn't matter when the time came. We had what was wanted and needed and that would be enough.
We chat for a bit and have a couple of drinks, you drinking your wine, me having a Bitburg Pils. Dari is drinking something clear and strong, Gavin with a dark drink, Jack and Coke or some such. We all knew what we liked.
We had been talking and laughing and you had been giving me the eye the whole time. The reason was obvious on several fronts.
For the first, Dari was looking at me as well. Her eyes are expressive and it is clear that she is interested, flirting, or both. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Dari had been around the barracks so for her to be interested, well, that wasn't a surprise. It would be years later that we found out she was pansexual so it all made sense.
The other reason is because you and Gavin have exchanged knowing glances more than once and you saw that I saw it. Like I said, suspicion or did I know. One thing is for sure, I definitely suspected.
After we're feeling a little tipsy, we try a couple of games with Truth or Dare barely making it a round. About that time, I get up to get another beer.
"Anyone want anything?"
Gavin and Dari just refreshed their drinks, but your wine glass is low.
"I'll go with you."
I pull you out of the chair and you and I go into the kitchen as I drop the bottle in the rack and grab another and you pour your wine. But before I turn to go back into the living room, you catch my sleeve and attention.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
