Four on Two, The Continuation

My phone buzzed.
Thinking it was a text from FF, I picked it up and was surprised to see it was Katygirl!
She begins by apologizing for not keeping in touch with me and feels that she was rather busy -with Jalapeno!
The conversation was frantic as I was trying to come to grips with all that has happened since I talked to her last.  The last time she mentioned him was during a funny motel episode they had.

My advice to her at the time was perhaps she needed to sever ties with him and move on.
Apparently not only did she not heed my advice...but went into the totally opposite direction.

They have been meeting several people over CL for threesomes and such.
What REALLY stunned me is that they were basically in a relationship and have been inseparable as of late.

But like a famous pitchman, I HAVE MORE!
Turns out Jalapeno never had sex with a woman before until that night and she went on to tell me how after the talk, he had confided how he never really told anyone about his being gay/bi (??) and wasn't comfortable enough to talk to anyone else in his life about that facet of his life.
she continued the conversation by saying that he was very private and closed-mouthed about his wants and needs.
As she drew him out, they realized they have more in common than they realized and worked out to have one of the most unorthodox relationships I have ever heard in my life.  
Let me tell you this, I have seen, heard, and been in quite a few combinations of such so I know a thing or two about that. 
She enlisted a regular FWB to "teach" him on how to treat a female lover since his technique not only needed fine-tuning, but a complete reworking.  He (Jalapeno) was so enthusiastic about it that he was actually asking questions and taking notes.
To top it all off, turns out they are meeting and greeting people as a couple, and even a married couple including to some of his friends.  They are carrying it so far to the point where they actually have gold bands they slip on when they meet people from CL or professional friends.


Talk about a major Beard here. 

"It really works for us!", she said at one point, "I get majorly turned on by watching gay porn, and so does he, but I can see it in real life as well and he makes me happy."
My response to her was simply that I'm glad that she found someone to be happy.

Suddenly, she remembered that I mentioned I had a g/f and asked me about her.


I told her about our meeting, and a few of our dates here and there.

"Wow! That's pretty hot!", she said after I filled her in quite a bit of it.
"Yeah, you two have quite a bit in common.  She LOVES blowjobs."
"Really? Do you think we can meet?"


Why not?  
I filled her in on the scenario, simply as meeting friends with nothing expected.
She agreed to that and also to going to dinner and an opera next month. (FF can't make it due to scheduling conflicts)
I thanked her for thinking of me and we promised to try to keep in touch more, and perhaps a party in January. 


Suddenly, I feel like my life is getting a bit complicated, but fun!

 

Four on Two; Epilogue

Katy and I finally had a chance to talk to each other recently when she was telling me how Jalepeno contacted her within a few days after the party and arranged for a threesome with another fellow.
She went on to describe how they went to a chain motel and checked in and waited for the other gentleman to show up. 
While nothing had happened, they were merely sitting around talking when the guy, a friend of Jalepeno, showed up.   As they were getting the basic introductions overwith something unexpected occurred;

Someone knocked.

Turns out it was the hotel manager.

"Only two people have registered here!" was shouted from beyond the door.
As the door flew open and some suggestion of clothing being removed was evident, the next thought flew out of the managers mind:
"You're a prostitute!  We don't have prostitutes here!  You must all leave now! Go, or I call cops!"

They all looked at each other as the manager left and they all decided to call it a night. 
The threesome that never was.
Go fig.

After relaying this story, we both broke out into laughter to the point where we were both coughing profusely(we were recovering from the bug) where we had to hang up and continue the call later.

Several hours later, we got in contact with each other and relayed how aggressive Jalepeno was as far his trying to arrange for a variety of threesomes with her and other men.  It got to the point where she asked him to contact her only through me.  

Thanks.

As far as Morgan goes, I have yet to talk to her since that night, but I'm thinking about contacting her to just feel her out.

A Burger, Cock and fries..

"So do you hold these often?" a voice said over the phone.
"Occasionally..." as I responded...
Ah....bluetooth ear pieces are awesome.

You can drive around without having to have your phone up against your head.

I interrupt our conversation;
"Hey, I'm going to grab something to eat, so I won't be able to respond to what you're saying, but keep going."
She was talking about things she's done in the past.
"Ooo..I can talk dirty and you can't say anything?"
"Yeh."  Oh shit.
I walk into my little fast food place and stand in line while she says some VERY naughty things with my only response being, "That sounds interesting."
The fact that there is obviously a crowd around it makes her sound more wicked and adjust the conversation accordingly.
"Don't you wish I was right there next to you, so you can casually finger my pussy and see if someone notices?"
My erection which was manageable was starting to get a bit more uncomfortable...
"That does sound like fun. Should we do that sometime?" was my deadpan answer.
"Or maybe I could just stand in front of you and rub my ass against your hard cock."

With great effort, I walk up to the large black woman who was the cashier, and make my order.

"Hi! I want a #5 and a large cock and curly fries, please."


The waves of laughter that I heard from my ear clued me in as I slowly understood what I had just said.
 Her response was priceless as she broke out into a smile;
"So would I, sweetie, but wouldn't you prefer a large coke instead?"

"Umm...yes, please."

"You got it, Darlin'!  Sorry I can't help you with the other thing, but I think you already have one." she said gesturing to my quickly shrinking erection with a glance of her eyes.

"She's a bold one!" my ear said gasping.  Still recovering from the laughter.
"I gotta go and eat.  Talk to you later."
"You need to call me when you about to order dinner again."
"BYE!"

As I sat there eating, I heard more and more laughter coming from the kitchen with the mostly female staff trying to get a peek at me with the original cashier just waved at me.
It was a VERY long lunch break.

A long journey starts with a single trip of the feet...

Occasionally, I get an email from kids* asking how I got to be such a stud and talk or meet the women to do the things that I do.


After I recover from at least a few minutes of laughing, I just tell them it's just confidence and how one treats a woman.

One seemed to not believe me and I wound up talking to him on the phone and I told him the following story how dense I was when I was a kid:

I was about 16 or 17 when a girl ("Sandy") I was lusting after for a couple of years visited me out of the blue.
Looking back at it, I was surprised at her timing and it seemed like the stars aligned.
My parents were going to be gone for almost the entire day.

We went to my room and screwed around on my C64 computer**, when she noticed a deck of cards and wondered if we could play a game of hearts.
Jokingly, I responded that maybe we can play strip poker instead, thinking that she would never accept my challenge.

When she accepted my challenge, it took me a few moments to recover, but I regained my (what little i had) wits and set up the game.

I think I need to describe both of us:

She had solid black long hair, with ample breasts which simply accentuated a very lovely figure for a girl of her age.
Me?  a 6ft tall stick and glasses and as nerdy as you can get.  Ugh.

After what seemed like an hour or so, she was down to a towel (I don't remember how she won the towel) when I won the last hand and I eagerly waited to see her body when she said something totally unexpected that STILL echos in my ears.
"If you're going to see me naked, you're going to have to give me one of your massages."

Now, I was well known in my circle of friends for massages and I have no qualms about massaging girls or guys.  Obviously, the girls were more fun.

So she dropped her towel and laid, face down, on my bed.
I shifted modes and got the oil out and massaged her from head to toe of which she made the comment that I was lingering a bit too long on her ass and apologized and continued.
The next bomb was that she flipped over and wanted me to massage her front.
I NEVER massaged a torso before, especially a female one with HUGE breasts; so I winged it.
Once again, looking back, I heard (and felt) her breathing heavily whenever I reached her pussy or breasts.
Then I told her I finished.

Her eyes snapped open and said, "HUH?"
"I'm done."
She looked at me like I was a snake or something, gathered her clothes and left.

She didn't call me for weeks.

It was only after a couple of years later, while we were about to actually have sex is when she told me how much of a dumbass I was.
I was ahead of her, I realized it six months after the fact.

Yeah, I was a REAL stud in High school.

There are times when I can't take hints like that to this day. 
Go fig.



*Usually 20-25, but I get the occasional 17yr old and older than 25.  I tell the 17 yr old to come back in a year.
**Yes. a nerd. Shut up and stop laughing. I was also a virgin at the time...not surpringly.

Snobbery, Sanity, and Snow?

Yes.
Snow. Here in Houston.
This really has a tendency to put a crimp into my plans for making arrangements this week.
My initial plan was to simply head on home, answer emails, make a post or two, answer some phone calls to try to make this party a success.
By the time I get home, I'm frantic, annoyed, and somewhat dismayed by the lack of time I have been able to devote to this and I'm getting stressed.  Isn't a hobby supposed to be so you can RELAX? 
For some idiot reason, I schedule doctor appointments just before my parties and my blood pressure is through the roof.  He's convinced I have blood pressure.
When I have a friend check it AFTER a party, she just says that its normal, but that SHE needs a shot afterward.

A result of this, I actually have to share what one of my posts looks like.  I know I promised to myself (and maybe you) that I wouldn't do this, but I have a good chunk of wine in me and I thought it was, depending on your viewpoint, that I have totally gone off my rocker or really gotten into the holiday spirit.  I really don't expect anyone to reply to this but...anyway, here it is:

Show me your exhibitionist side of you.
What is your fantasy along those lines?
Perhaps you want to give us a view?
Whatever you want to share will be just fine.
In Real life or in mail whatever you share,
Believe me when I say, that I will truly care.

Show me your fantasy, and perhaps you will see,
that you may be able to live them through me. 

Okay, this acknowledges the fact that I'm no OEN as far as writing ability, but man, drinking makes it fun.

Maybe after I find a girlfriend who shares my interests it'll be much easier.
Any applicants?

And remember kids, friends don't let friends post when they're drunk.