I was relieved that I had finally found a place to live for the school year. I was about to begin my first year of graduate school in a new city, and because of a housing arrangement that had fallen through, I was struggling to find a place to live near campus as classes were rapidly approaching. Most of the nearby apartments had long since been leased to other students, and as I didn’t know anyone in the new town, I didn’t have a roommate to share a house with. Finally, I came across a house that had a separate unit built off the back, equipped with its own kitchen. I eagerly signed the lease. I had never lived in a duplex before, but I was thrilled to have my own place, close to campus but away from the overcrowded nearby apartments. It looked like a nice, quiet place to get my studying done.
A couple of days after moving in, I decided to knock on the front door and meet the people I would be living in close quarters with. I was a little apprehensive as I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t have to be friends with the people—I just hoped they weren’t too weird, or noisy. I waited for a second on the front porch until the door swung open. A young, sweaty, shirtless guy opened the door. He looked to be a couple of years older than me.
“Hey, what’s up, man?” the guy said as a greeting to me.
“Hey, I just thought I’d come over and introduce myself,” I said politely, extending my hand. “I just moved into the back unit. My name’s Jason.” The guy extended his hand too.
“Nice to meet you, Jason,” he replied. “I’m Andrew.”
In the meantime, a girl came around the corner into the entryway wearing denim shorts and a sports bra. She looked to be Andrew’s age, and she was also glistening in sweat.
“And this is my girlfriend, Emma,” he said and then turned to his girlfriend. “Emma, this is Jason; he just moved into the back unit.”
I looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“Pleased to meet you, Jason,” Emma said with a smile. “Excuse our appearances—we just got back from a run!”
“It’s nice to meet you both,” I said. “I should get going, but I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”
As I left the porch, I felt relieved that it didn’t turn out to be some creepy old couple living next to me. On the contrary, Andrew and Emma were young and likable—and also very attractive. I couldn’t help but realize that they were both in excellent shape and were very good-looking. Andrew was about six feet tall, with short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a strong smile and a firm handshake, and I got a good vibe from him. And Emma… she was hot by any standards. Standing about five foot six, she had shoulder-length brown hair, a smooth-toned stomach, and a very pretty face. Because of her attire, I also noticed that she had quite a nice ass and a pair of flawless-looking breasts, held tight by her sports bra. She was the type of girl that a guy couldn’t ignore. I was also about Andrew’s height, with short brown hair. I wasn’t as toned as my neighbors, but I was still in a pretty good shape by most standards, and I worked out regularly.
A couple of days passed after our introduction. Andrew and I met again in the yard. I was coming back from running a few errands, and Andrew was exiting his door and stepping out onto the porch.
“Hey Jason,” Andrew said as he closed the door behind him.
“How’s it going, Andrew?” I replied.
“Good, just waiting for Emma,” he said. “We’re on our way to the hardware store to pick up some paint.”
After some small talk, Andrew bluntly said, “So, Emma told me she thinks you’re pretty cute.”
I looked at my neighbor incredulously, not sure how to respond to Andrew’s statement. At that moment, Emma opened the door and stepped out next to Andrew.
“Oh, hey I! How are you?” she greeted me.
“Uh… Hi Emma. I’m doing really good, thanks for asking.”
She smiled at me, then looked at her boyfriend. “Ready, Andrew?” she asked him.
“Yeah. Oh, hey, Jason,” he said. “We’d like to get to know you better. What do you say you come over for dinner tonight, around eight o’clock?”
“Well sure, that sounds good,” I replied. “Can I bring anything?”
“Maybe a bottle of wine?” Emma suggested.
Dinner was good. Andrew had grilled some steaks while Emma had prepared a salad and vegetables. The conversation went well, too. Andrew and Emma were really a fun, down-to-earth couple, and I had a great time with them. We stayed at the dinner table talking well past the point of finishing our food. They were well into another bottle of wine when Andrew excused himself to the restroom. After a bit, Emma looked at me and brushed her hair behind one ear.
“So…” she said, “Andrew said that he told you that I thought you were cute.”
I started to blush and shrugged my shoulders as I nodded.
“Do you find me attractive, too?” she asked.
At that point, Andrew walked back into the room and sat back at the table. I somewhat nervously glanced at him, then back at Emma.
“It’s okay, I still want you to answer,” Emma asked again. “Do you find me attractive?”
Andrew sat, grinning.
“Well… yeah, Emma,” I replied. “You’re gorgeous.”
She smiled. Andrew joined the conversation.
“Emma and I have somewhat been in an open relationship. Sometimes we like to have a third person join us in the bedroom… Would you be interested?”
I sat there, puzzled. This dinner party had taken a change in direction very quickly. Although they had essentially just invited me for a threesome, I was too taken aback to gather my thoughts and answer right away.
“Uh… well…” I stammered.
“Why don’t you watch Andrew and me making love tonight… just watch,” she smirked. “Then we can see how comfortable we all are together, and we can take it from there.”
“That’s how we prefer it, anyway,” Andrew joined. “Just be in the room the first time.”
“We’re both a little turned on by exhibitionism anyway,” he added, smiling at his girlfriend.
God, this is crazy! I thought. I had never been involved in such a kinky situation as this. My logical instincts told me to decline the offer. But, then again, I was a little tipsy… and both Emma and Andrew were good-looking. It would be fun to see them together, and I knew that I’d definitely regret it later if I didn’t take the opportunity when it was given to him.
“Okay, sure,” he said.
“Oh, good!” Emma exclaimed, clapping. The couple stood and guided me to their bedroom. There was no time to back out now. As we entered the bedroom, Emma once again turned her attention to me.
“There are only two rules for the first time,” she said. “First, no touching. You can only watch. And second…” she smiled, “you have to play with yourself while we make love.”
I raised my eyebrows, unprepared for the second rule.
“So what do you say, Jason?” she asked, realizing my hesitation.
I didn’t want to ruin the opportunity, so I agreed.
The three of us were still standing. Suddenly, Andrew gently grabbed Emma by the shoulders and kissed her. She moaned and returned the kiss. I watched as the two lovers started the show and swirled their tongues, their eyes closed. They moved toward the bed and released the kiss. Emma grinned at her boyfriend as she sat on the bed, and moved toward the headboard. Andrew once again joined her, straddling her hips with his knees, and they resumed the kiss. Emma’s hands feverishly explored Andrew’s backside—his hair and neck, then his back and shoulders. Andrew broke the kiss to kiss the nape of her neck which caused her to let out a sweet moan. She worked his shirt over his back as his hands undid the button of her jeans.
I stood to the side of the bed, watching. This was just as hot as I’d imagined. It was obvious that Andrew and Emma, both found each other intoxicating, and just watching them make out was a turn-on. I looked around the bed for a chair to sit in, so I could comfortably watch the pair and play by their rules. Once Andrew was shirtless and Emma’s pants were down to her knees, she looked over to me and patted the bed next to her.