I woke with the realization that even a night's sleep didn't cure the ugly feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Dick and I had shared an incredible physical experience. Sex with him was spectacular. But I'd allowed him to become attached to me emotionally. I didn't recognize that since his wife left him, he was missing the emotional attachment of a woman. I wasn't ready to fulfill that need for any man, and somehow, I knew I'd pay dearly for not recognizing that fact.
It had been almost a week since I began this transformation. I'd gone from being a mundane wallflower to a sexual wild cat in six short days. I'd performed sex acts that previously I'd only written or fantasized about. My lustful cravings to experience all those fantasies had blinded me to the simple fact that my lovers had feelings of their own. Feelings I should have respected and considered before I drew them into my passionate spider web. I had to think long and hard about the dangerous path my cravings were leading me toward.
As I was about to leave for my eight o'clock class, my phone rang. I didn't answer it, but after the message played, the caller said.
"Hi, Gen, it's Dick. I didn't sleep very well last night, baby. I'm calling to apologize for being such an ass when I dropped you off last night. I let my emotions get the better of me and took my disappointment out on you. I hope you will forgive me, Gen? Call me when you get this message, please."
His voice sounded sincere but, at the same time, very sad. I thought about calling him back immediately but decided against it, wanting time to think about how I'd explain to him that I just couldn't let myself become attached to any man right now.
The day passed rather slowly, and I replayed the events of the past six days repeatedly. Those thoughts excited me for their pure animalistic lust and, at the same time, disgusted me because I'd been unable to control my cravings to experience every possible sexual situation I could. I realized that if I didn't find a way to control those cravings, they would eat me alive.
I hid in my office until five o'clock and then made my way across campus to the safety of my apartment.
Shortly after I locked myself inside, my phone rang. "Unknown" flashed on the screen. Since I had Dick’s number saved in my contacts, I knew it wasn’t him calling. I pressed accept and lifted it to my ear.
A woman's voice began, "Hi Gen, this is Marsha. I hope you remember me,”
“Of course I do,” I responded.
“I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Peter about you. He and I are anxious to get together with you for drinks,” Marsha said.
“I'm happy about that, Marsha. I've been pretty excited about meeting your lover and spending casual time with you,” I replied.
"Well, sweetie, my husband is out of town tonight and tomorrow, and I'm getting together with Pete. We were wondering if you'd like to meet later tonight for a few drinks,” Marsha asked.
"I had no plans for tonight, Marsha. I enjoyed our time together while you helped me with my wardrobe. I'd love to have a few drinks with you and Pete tonight,” I said.
"Great Gen, do you know where the Ramada Inn is on Simonton Boulevard?" Marsha asked.
"Yes, I do. Is there a lounge there?" I asked.
"They have a small piano bar, but no one ever goes there. It's a perfect place to meet discreetly,” Marsha said.
"Great, Marsha, what time?" I asked.
"How about eight o’clock, sweetie?" she suggested.
"That's good. I'll have enough time to shower and get dressed for the occasion,” I said with a hint of sexiness in my voice.
"Make sure you wear what we picked out under your clothes, Genevieve. I told Pete how sexy you looked, and he can't wait to see for himself,” she said.
"Okay, Marsha. See you at eight, hun,” I said and disconnected the call.
Marsha assumed that just because I had agreed to meet them for drinks, I'd show off my lingerie to her discreet lover. While I was excited about the possibility of living out my fantasy of a threesome, I wasn't sure I could go through with a bi-sexual experience.
I ate some leftover chicken salad and marked a few papers before heading for my bedroom. I lay out a fresh pair of black seamed stockings and my black lace garter and bra set. Marsha had helped me pick out a very slinky black dress with a high neckline and very short, almost non-existent sleeves. It was the shortest of all the dresses I'd tried that night, the hem stopping four inches above my knees. I recall that when we did the seated leg crossed test, not only did the hem of my stockings show, but an inch or so of milky white skin above the stockings also. The four-inch stilettos would finish off the outfit perfectly. With my clothing picked out, I headed for the shower.
Surveying my naked body in the mirror as I prepared to shower, I noticed a light outline of pubic hair beginning to show. I'd have to shave and trim my narrow line of black hair while I showered. Adjusting the water temperature so it was a degree or two cooler than steaming, I stepped into the shower with all my hair care products and my razor.
The warm water cascaded over my body, relaxing my muscles and making me feel sensuous. I followed my usual routine of shampooing my hair and applying conditioner so it could soak for a few minutes and turned my attention to my pubic hair. I lathered and began shaving around my narrow black landing strip of hair. As I rinsed the shaving cream off and checked the results with my shower mirror, I noticed that I'd shaved too far in from one side. My landing strip looked off-center from the tight little slit just below. I giggled and thought, "A pilot might miss his target with such a skewed landing strip." A couple of minutes later, I was completely shaven. The feeling of being totally bare excited me. I should have gone that way from the start. With some sexy strawberry body gel and a thorough hair rinse, I was ready to step out of my shower.
It takes several large towels to dry my long tresses, so I can finish up fairly quickly with my blow dryer. But the pros far outweigh the cons regarding having waist-length hair. I brushed my hair long and straight as my blow dryer completed the drying process. My hair cascaded down my back to my waist. Finishing up in the bathroom, I hung up the wet towels, and before turning the light off, I surveyed myself in the mirror. My clean-shaven mons pubis looked very inviting and incredibly edible. I wondered to myself if Marsha's pussy was completely bare also. Perhaps I'd have a chance to find out later that night.
Moving back to my bedroom, I slid the lace garter up my long, shapely legs, letting it settle comfortably at the top of my hips. Carefully gathering one silk stocking in my hands, I slipped my foot into it and smoothed it up over my leg, making sure the seam was straight, and ran up the middle of my calf and thigh. The other stocking followed, and I let my delicate fingers linger on my inner thighs after smoothing both silk stockings over my legs. I loved the feeling of having such sexy fabric on my skin. I had become quite the hedonist, devoting my recent life to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. I loved the results of my pursuit, and tonight, I would perhaps reach another sexual goal that I'd set for myself.
I carefully adjusted the thin straps of my garter and clasped them to the top hem of my stockings. Wanting to see how I'd look when disrobed to this point, I slipped my feet into stilettos and stood up. I strolled toward the full-length mirror on my closet door and did a pirouette to gaze at my reflection from behind. My long jet-black tresses reached the thin fabric of my lace garter. From there, my naked creamy white ass was framed perfectly by the two thin straps that held my stockings in place. The dark seams ran incredibly straight down the middle of my legs to the heel of my stilettos. I smiled, knowing that image would elicit a throbbing erection from almost any man who viewed it. Turning to face the mirror, my gaze was instantly drawn to the now clean-shaven mons pubis just below the wider lacy fabric of my garter. I wondered if I'd see Marsha's sexy eyes looking up at me from between my soft thighs later. I wondered if I would see Peter's stiff cock entering me later. I slid my hands up to cup my breasts, tweaking the nipples to erection with my fingers.
With every passing moment, I was becoming more and more aroused at the thought of what may lie ahead this evening. I slid my black satin thong over my stockings and covered my naked, smooth pubic mound. I thought for a moment about not wearing the matching lace bra but decided the image of my lace-covered tits would possibly heighten both Marsha and Peter's passion should I choose to slip out of my slinky black dress later.
My nipples still pierced at the fabric, and I was confident they would also show through the material of my dress. I moved to my makeup table and sat in front of the well-lit mirror. Darker than usual, eye shadow brought my shimmering green eyes to the forefront; I'd be dressed entirely in black and decided a splash of red would set off the entire ensemble. I applied what was quickly becoming my favorite lip color, a rich red shade that made my lips look very sensual.
A misting of perfume on each side of my neck and between my breasts completed my preparations, except for that incredibly short, slinky black dress. Holding it in front of me, I carefully placed my stilettos through the dress, not wanting to catch a heel on the fabric. I glided the dress up my body and slid one arm, then the other, into the short sleeves. Tossing my hair around in front, I reached behind and pulled the zipper tab up, bringing the high neckline tight around my sexy, sweet-smelling neck. With a wiggle or two of my hips, the dress slid perfectly down over my hips, resting just below the darker hem of my stockings.
Gazing at myself in the mirror, I was happy with the image that reflected at me. I looked stunning. Sexy, sensual, and very appealing, at least I hoped I would to the couple I was about to meet.
I'd carry a small black clutch bag containing my makeup, cell phone, license, and a few dollars. It was twenty of eight. I'd taken longer than I should to prepare for my date and knew I'd be a few minutes late arriving at the Ramada.
As I drove across town toward my destination, I started having wildly vivid images of what could happen later. I was becoming very aroused at the idea of experiencing yet another new and different cock, but also the bi-sexual pleasures of having another woman to pleasure me and to please. I wondered if I'd enjoy watching another woman take a man's cock deep in her throat as much as I enjoyed having a cock stuffed in my own throat. I wondered if having Marsha pleasure me orally while I sucked her lover's cock would please her as much as the thought of it pleased me. After all, Marsha had told me that she and Peter were looking for another woman to join them in a ménage à trios, so perhaps tonight would be a sexual experiment for all of us. The answers to all my questions would soon be revealed as I guided my Volvo into the Ramada parking lot a little after eight.