If you told me 5 years ago I would have a night like last night, I would have said you’re insane.
I had anal sex for the first time at 18 (but never again for many years). I had two threesomes by my last year of College. My ex husband was the first to fist me, at 25. So while I’m not sure it’s all that rare (surveys about sex are notoriously unreliable) my point is I wasn’t entirely vanilla before my split.
But this seems to be a whole other level.
Lewis introduced me to Todd the first time for a threesome. For last night’s adventure, Lewis brought a woman he’s played with twice. Todd invited another male friend, Charles.
Three very tall, very fit, handsome and hung black men. All happened to wear head-to-toe black. There was a lot of muscle and gorgeousness in my kitchen at the same time.
Due to Todd’s delayed flight and Lewis waiting for Bobbie, Charles was the first to arrive. I was completely disarmed by his handsomeness. So much so, I was giddy. I’m usually pretty chill but there was just something about him that set me off-balance. It was similar to when I first met Todd. Charles had a warm smile, an easygoing vibe, and was ridiculously easy on the eyes.
We got drinks and went outside to talk. He asked how I met Clark and Todd. He told me the only reason he said yes to Todd’s invitation was that both he and Clark spoke very highly of me, said I was awesome and had a “great energy”. He was big into that.
I told him I liked his energy too.
I said: “Ummm… before ‘all this’ starts I was hoping to ask if we could, um…”
He interjected “…Can you kiss me?”
“Ah, no, that’s not what I was going to ask. But I like that idea… erm… I was going to ask if you’d like to see each other again?”
He gave me his business card and I put it on my fridge then went back outside to join him.
“Can I kiss you now?” I asked with a huge smile?
He answered by stepping forward, wrapping his arms around me and leaning in to touch his lips to mine.
And holy hannah, it was electric.
Whatever I had expected – a blunt instrument, for lack of a better term – turned out to be the precision of a Stradivarius.
It was slow. The moment our lips touched we paused. There was no movement, only delicious anticipation, then an ever so slight increase of pressure. A small movement so more of our lips touched. A sigh.
I was shocked. This was not the kiss of a guy focused solely on getting laid.
We broke apart and both said “wow”. I may have giggled and asked to do it again. We did, and it could have been 5 minutes or 20.
“Yo A!” came the shout from my kitchen. It was Todd, making his presence known. Charles and I broke apart again and bounced (literally) into the house to give Todd a kiss.
It had begun.