The basic plot idea for this little tale comes from an author who called himself "Phil Phantom" on another story site many years ago. That tale has always stuck in my mind even though he took it to an extreme, like most of his stories. Mine will be a little milder.
I am kind of sorry it got so long. Like many of my stories, at least, it started out with a simple premise and grew legs as it went on. There is some description of lesbian sex but it is short each time.
Let's get some of the background stuff out of the way quickly. My name is Calvin, "Cal", Sanders. I am thirty-three years old and work for one of my best friends in the world. Her name is Toni Lapiro and is the same age as I am. We attended college together, her as a business major with a minor in design and me with a major in design and a minor in accounting.
You see we always had a dream. We would graduate together and then work to start our own boutique business that would specialize in graphic design for small businesses. It took a couple of years of hard work for other companies to establish our credentials but five years ago we did it. While I am not an owner I am emotionally heavily invested in making the company,
Zapiro
, (it sounded better than Lapiro) work.
Toni is the owner and lead salesperson. She makes the contacts and gets the introductions and I provide the lead design work. It might just be signage for a business or it might be part of an advertising campaign. We make it work. The small business community is vast and very needy of our kind of help.
While I was working for a larger concern as just one of the drones doing crap work I started to date Constance, "Connie", Reynolds. She was and still is a very good looking woman about three years younger than me and Toni. Connie was a model for the agency I worked for and we threw ideas at each other during photo shoots before finally starting to date and then marry.
I consider myself to be extremely lucky to have snared Connie and she says the same thing about me, especially whenever we are at a party. I believe she is way out of my class but, what the hell, I just grin and roll with it.
Of course, both of us were experienced in sexual matters before ever meeting. Connie had modeled during college. Surprisingly her major was graphic design also. Since she was a couple of years behind me and went to a different school we didn't meet until after college. Duh, huh?
She had also been very active in a sorority and admitted, while we were dating, that she had participated in multiple "party" activities with their affiliated fraternity over the years. "But, I am past that and will knock your head off if you even think of suggesting that I do some of those things again."
That was her first and last word about that subject. I didn't mind. Connie was uninhibited, to say the least. She attributed part of that to being active in sports in high school and having to dress out, then undress and shower in front of a group of girls. Then, in college, her modeling on the side forced her to change clothes in front of other male and female models, especially during runway events. There is no time for embarrassment or modesty during those times.
I got to benefit from her previous sexual experiments. Oral, anal, multiple positions and in strange places were part of our repertoire. My own experiences had always been of the one-on-one kind but a neighbor lady of great experience had taken me under her wing that summer between high school and college and taught me how to please a woman. So oral was fine with me, also rimming was definitely on the menu. She even taught me shrimping but not that many girls are into that. I guess they are too ticklish to get a sexual thrill from that.
Needless to say Connie agreed to become my wife about a year before Toni and I broke free. Connie supported us the whole way.
Now, Toni is another issue. She stands approximately five foot eight inches tall and is a little buxom. She works out constantly to maintain herself and looks like a million dollars every day. Her smile is brilliant with her tan and blue eyes. Her dark hair is cut in a sophisticated stylish short but sexy way. She can dip her head and let a bit of her hair fall over her brow and then bring those blue eyes up and just plain pierce your soul. I know a lot of contracts were secured but just that look when it appeared we were equal to another bid in every other way. Male or female didn't matter. She could mesmerize with that look.
Her private life wasn't so hot. During the day she was the consummate professional. Decisive and direct but tactful when needed, she ruled our little kingdom. Since we had known each other for years we shared a camaraderie that the eight others in our small business didn't quite get to participate in. Now, I am not saying that she wasn't friendly with the rest of the staff. We just had those shared experiences from school and then starting the business that set us apart.
Did I ever hit that? Well, honestly, back in school I tried. That was how we met. We were both stag at a big party with plenty of booze and music and I asked her to dance. We gyrated around the room and then introduced ourselves. We went out for coffee that night to get away from the din and soon were conversing like old friends but that was as far as it got. There just wasn't the spark to take it further.
Toni dated a lot. There were many movers and shakers who she wanted to get to know and they wanted to get into her tiny little panties. I have no idea how often she got laid but I believe it was quite often. She would date a man for months, sometimes even a year, but then each relationship fizzled out for some reason or another.
Since we were such a small operation Connie and Toni knew each other and would occasionally have a girls' night out together. I am sure that Connie told Toni things she would like to see me change in myself and Toni probably would discuss her men in detail. After all, don't all women do that?
Connie was now thirty years old and the calls for her as a model were not as plentiful as when she was eighteen or even twenty. Connie stands five foot ten and is willowy. That is the body type for young models but not so much for the mature shoots. They were looking for the more "mom" types in our neck of the woods.
We were starting to discuss progeny since
