“Really?” Jake said, smiling. It was one of the hottest things he had heard of as well—and he had heard and done a lot in his time. “But ... you two didn’t do anything that night?”
“No,” Laura said. “Of course not.”
“Why not?” Jake asked. “Is she not attracted to you?”
“On the contrary,” Laura said. “Once I told her I was bi, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of me. And she got very flirtatious.”
“Then why didn’t you go for it? You had my permission, as long as you told me about it after.”
“We’d just met,” Laura said.
“So?” Jake asked, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“Women aren’t like men, sweetie,” she told him. “We don’t just jump into bed with each other the first time we meet. Women move slowly.”
“Why?” Jake asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, exasperated. “Because we do.”
Jake gave a shrug, as if to say, ‘to each their own’. “All right,” he said. “I guess I can get behind that. I don’t understand it, but I can get behind it.”
“Glad to hear it,” Laura said.
“What’s the plan?” Jake asked.
“The plan?”
“Yeah,” he said. “To get her into the sack. Are you making your move tonight?”
Laura shook her head in consternation. “There is no plan,” she said. “I’m just trying to spend a little time with her, get to know her better, see where things lead.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Laura said, rolling her eyes this time. “Once again, Jake, we’re women. Women have to build up to things like ... you know... doing it with each other.”
“You and Neesh’s friend didn’t really build up to it,” he reminded her.
“Well ... that’s true, but Tally is not your typical woman. That was more of a ... well ... an opportunistic thing that happened because of the circumstances.”
“Couldn’t this thing with you and Molly be like that?”
“No,” she said. “Molly is different than Tally; and these circumstances are different.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know how to describe it,” she said.
Jake gave a little shake of the head. “You women are kind of complicated,” he said.
“You’re just now figuring that out?” she asked him.
He smiled. “Good point.”
A companionable silence fell upon them again, with Laura seemingly lost in her own thoughts while Jake turned over the image of his wife and Molly rubbing their naked bodies against each other (in his mind, Molly was a dark skinned, Amazonian woman with black hair in a long, tight braid, long legs, and tremendous breasts that looked a lot like Celia’s). Little Jake liked these images a lot and was soon standing at full attention, wondering why he was not being touched or stroked or put somewhere soft and wet yet.
“There is ... uh ... one thing about Molly I wanted to bring up,” Laura said after another indeterminable time.
“What’s that?” Jake asked.
She shook her head. “Oh ... never mind,” she said. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just getting my final analysis ahead of inputting my variables.”
“Hey,” he said seriously. “Don’t use Nerdlyisms with me when we’re talking about lesbian sex. It ruins the mood.”
She giggled. “Sorry,” she said. “But the concept is still valid. Forget I said anything.”
“No way,” he said. “You can’t bring up something and then not follow through in this kind of discussion. What were you going to say?”
“Well...” she said slowly, carefully, “it’s just that ... we talked about this once before.”
“Talked about what?” he asked. “We’ve talked about lots of things.”
She was blushing now. “About ... about ... how it would ... you know ... turn me on if you were... there, watching when I did something with another woman.”
Little Jake was now starting to throb in his sweatpants. “Yes,” he said straining to keep his voice casual, as if she were talking about how she had once asked him to move a desk from one place to another or to arrange to have a room painted. “I do seem to recall you mentioning that. Are you saying that you want me to watch you get it on with Molly?” Please let that be what she is saying, his mind begged the Savior.
Her blush increased. “I don’t know that Molly would be into something like that,” she said. “If fact, I don’t even know for sure that she would be into me, but ... yeah. If she is into me, and if she wasn’t objectionable to having you ... you know ... watch us ... I think that would be very erotic.”
“I ... uh ... would be agreeable to that,” he said, again keeping a careful tone of casualness in his voice.
“Are you sure?” she said, her voice serious now. It seemed she was very concerned about this. “It wouldn’t be ... I don’t know ... too much? It wouldn’t change how you feel about me?”
“It would not change how I feel about you,” he assured her. “If fact ... well ... I think it would be one of the hottest things imaginable.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he assured her.
“You’re not just saying that?” she said. “Because this is kind of a big deal, and I don’t want to do something if it’s going to change our relationship.”
“Laura,” he said, pulling the front of his sweats down, revealing his turgid erection to her eyes, “does this look like I’m anything but turned on by what you’re suggesting?”
She looked at it, her eyes wide. “Wow ... a boner,” she whispered. “You really do like this idea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said. “I think it’s a fine idea and would only strengthen our love for each other.”
She reached over and took him in her hand, stroking up and down a bit. “I believe you,” she said. “Do you mind if I suck on this?”
“I would rather you sit on it,” he said.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay,” she said, standing up. She opened her robe and pulled up the hem of her long t-shirt, revealing her womanhood to him. It was freshly shaven the previous night, with only the little patch of neatly trimmed copper hair proving her natural redhead status. Her lips were swollen and glistening with moisture. Obviously, the discussion had had an effect on her as well.
She sat down upon him, face to face, covering his lap with her robe. He put himself inside of her by feel and she slid down upon him, engulfing him. They fucked quickly, frantically, exchanging hot, passionate tongue kisses while they pleasured themselves.
“Just come in me, sweetie,” she breathed in his ear between kisses. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure?” he panted. He considered it a faux pas to not allow her to have at least one orgasm before he did.
“Yes,” she told him. “I want to stay hot and horny for tonight when I talk to Molly. Now do it. Come in me!”
He did as requested, releasing his mental blocks and going into overdrive. It took him about two minutes to shoot his semen into her body.
She collapsed against him, panting and flushed, holding him, her head falling onto his shoulder. He was also panting, his fingers stroking her hair.
“I love fucking you,” she said after their heart rates returned to normal.
“And I love fucking you,” he returned. “Especially when you’re talking about me watching you get it on with another woman.”
She giggled against him and then stood up, carefully arranging her shirt and her robe once again. “Your stuff is running down my leg,” she said.
“That will happen,” he said.
She sat back in her seat and picked up the pipe again. She began to stuff some more bud into it. “That was really hot to talk about,” she said, seriously again, “but you know it’s probably just a pipe dream, right?”
“I suppose,” he allowed.
“After all, I don’t even know if she really wants to do anything with me. She might just be flirting because she knows I’m bisexual.”