Unable to visit us over the weekend because of her bartending job at a saloon in Leadville, Gina arrived Monday, shortly before noon. We live forty miles apart, but she was staying a couple of days. Richard was at work, but he was looking forward to our time with Gina as much as I was; he’d scheduled a vacation day for Tuesday to enjoy her visit.
We’d been sharing Gina for several months, enjoying our threesomes whenever possible; I’d almost gotten over my surprise at discovering that I was not only bisexual but enthusiastically so! (I detail that background experience in my Lush story, ‘My First Taste of Pussy’.)
Gina was my only bisexual experience so far, but now I sometimes look at other women differently. With my new awareness, I often wonder what they would feel or taste like, what sounds they might make when they climaxed – or how we might make love if I’d come when we did.
It was a very different feeling, but I enjoyed the fantasies, my gift from Gina, who had opened my eyes to the possibilities. Richard is also bisexual, and we have several male friends we occasionally enjoy together.
She wanted to shower when she arrived since she’d spent almost no time at home. She invited me to join her, but my hair had finally dried from my earlier shower, so I reluctantly passed. I stayed in the bathroom to chat while she showered, however, admiring her beautiful body through the glass shower doors. Shorter, darker complected, full-breasted with large, dark nipples, in many ways she’s a counterpoint to my tall, slender, blond, small-busted appearance, but in one respect we’re much alike; we both love sex, whether just the two of us, with a man, or all at the same time. Richard loved that arrangement!
‘Happier than a pig in slop’ was how he put it – I guess that’s supposed to be a compliment. I couldn’t begrudge his attraction to Gina, given how much I enjoyed our male friends and him in our other threesomes. As I watched her shower, tempted to step in and run my hands over her wet, soapy body, I asked, “How was your weekend?”
“Good. Long and busy, but I made great tips.”
“Good for you!”
“I’m gonna use my tips to get that tattoo I’ve been wanting. You should come with me.”
She has several small, tasteful tattoos; I have none, but I’d been debating one, perhaps something small on my ankle or hip. “I’m still undecided, Gina.”
“You can look at the books and meet my guy. He’s cool and very talented – plus, he’s a total stud.”
“I might, depending on when you go, but now I’m leaving - too hot and steamy in here.”
“You could undress…”
I laughed. “Why didn’t I think of that? I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
In our bedroom I sat on the bed, aroused, thinking. I undressed. When I touched myself, I found my sex hot and wet, my clit hard and tingling, nipples erect. There was a delicious tightness in my inner thighs and lower tummy that comes with arousal as well; when I heard the shower go off, I walked to the window and stood there naked, watching our resident fox prowl the meadow in search of mice.
