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The Foundation By Katharine Sexkitten I'd been here before. A few times, over the years. It never failed to impress me. The hardwood floors were dark and shiny, and wide. They were so smooth you could skate in your stockinged feet. The house itself, well, mansion, really, was the biggest I'd ever seen. The rooms were deeper than normal, and taller than normal. Even the closets were big. There was a grand entrance, and a ballroom, a media room that seats a big crowd, a gym, two hot-tubs, four or five bedrooms, some of them guest rooms, and it went on and on. I guess when you're rich you get used to it, but to my middle class sensibilities this was like walking onto a movie set, or a magazine shoot. Mina, the Filipino housekeeper answered the doorbell, and led me down the expansive art-lined hallways to the rear of the house. Mrs. Edwards was on the back deck, she'd said. Robert and Mandy Edwards. They were two of the rich, beautiful people, in the rich, beautiful section of town. They were from successful, rich, beautiful families originally, and they married and achieved even more, in the business world. They were at every A-list event, looking toned and tanned and glamorous, always at the height of elegance and fashion. They were as upper-class as you got, around here. They were also two of the most giving people I'd ever met, and that's saying something. I'd never seen more active, community-based folks. As nice as anyone you could possibly ever run into, if there was any project that needed doing, big or small, they were involved somehow. Raising money, giving money, spending money, organizing events, strong- arming corporate donors, going door-to-door peddling raffle tickets, minding the collection kettle at the Christmas fair, both of them did it all. Whether it was swanky black-tie formal galas, or down-in-the-mud- helping-neighbors-pile-sand-bags emergencies, they were there. They'd started the Foundation years ago. Their own personal tragedy led them to devote their time and energy to raising money and planning events for children and teenagers facing terminal illnesses. Making sure dying kids received one final heart-warming moment, something they'd always dreamed of doing, or seeing, but never got the chance to, became their passion. The Isaac Edwards Make-Your-Most-Special-Wish Foundation. Everybody just called it The Foundation. I'd helped out on a whole bunch of their events over the years, with my family. Car washes, bake sales, skate-a-thons, art auctions, concerts. My sister graduated from college and immediately started working for them. And as hard as any of the volunteers worked, Rob and Mandy worked harder. I was here for a job interview. It was August. I'd been told to dress casually. It was hot out. As Mina led me through the formal dining room, with the giant oak table that seats a dozen, and out through a sliding glass wall, I could see Mrs. Edwards by the pool. My idea of casual dress for an interview was long pants and a button-up collared shirt. She was wearing a bikini. Mrs. Edwards looked up from her recliner at the sound of our footsteps approaching, and smiled, bright and warm. She was wearing a snow-white stringed bikini. A very tiny stringed bikini. Well, the bottoms were. The top might be normal size, but because she was so blessed up top, the two pieces of triangle looked small indeed. Dirty blonde hair, down past her shoulders, and big hips. And sunglasses, with big round dark lenses hiding her ice-blue eyes. It was hot out, and they have a huge pool, so my first thought was that it was perfectly natural for her to be dressed that way. She was at home, her own home, relaxing, and getting some sun. Why shouldn't she be casual too? So what if her idea of casual and mine were different? And her obvious pride in her own body was to be celebrated, wasn't it? There was nothing unusual about it, and not only could I not find any fault with it, but all the years of my parents telling us to not judge people by how they looked or dressed came roaring back at me. If they'd said it once, they'd said it a thousand times. People are just people. Black, white, yellow, brown, male, female, young, old, fat, thin. People. It's not what's on the outside that counts. It's what's on the inside. And besides, we're not supposed to objectify women that way. I'd been taught, and rightfully so, that men shouldn't gawk or ogle or leer, and not look at women, regardless of how they're dressed, and automatically think sexual thoughts. But, there was a barely-twenty-one year old brain in my head. And the sight of this woman, probably in her mid-fifties, with her golden tanned skin, her voluptuous chest, her generous hourglass figure, and her camel-toe, it all had my brain going crazy. Mrs. Edwards had always struck me as a beautiful woman, in all the years I'd known her. Don't get me wrong, she was a genuinely friendly, caring person. She could talk to anybody, and be best friends in minutes. Sure, she and her husband were well-off. Everybody knew it. So her clothes were always stylish, and modern. So what? Even when she was dressing down, at organizing events and the like, she was always in form-fitting jeans, and haute couture tops and blouses. But she could have worn a potato sack and made it look good. Now she was walking towards me, in that little bikini, holding her arms out wide and smiling up a storm, silently asking for a hug. I had to focus on not staring at her breasts, or worse yet, her bottom half. And then I had to focus on keeping the hug chaste, and proper, not letting my lower body touch hers, so I didn't interrupt her space, or force her to feel my sudden hardness. She smelled amazing. Her skin was soft and supple, and reminded me of a tropical fruit, or flower. She was a MILF, if I ever saw one. "Matthew," she giggled, breaking our hug, "I said dress casual." I giggled back. "This is casual for me, Mrs..." She stopped and wriggled her finger at me. "No, no, no," she cautioned, "I've known you since you were born, Matthew, and I've asked you more times than I can remember to call me Mandy. And do you know how many times in all these years that you've done that for me?" Before I could answer, she did. "Not once. Never." Then she smiled, from ear to ear. "Your folks raised you right, honey," she smiled again, and she sat back down on her recliner, motioning me to sit on the one next to her. "Mina," she asked pleasantly, "is there any of your home-made lemonade left?" It seemed there was. Mina went off to fetch me some, even though I meekly protested that she didn't have to go to all that trouble. Mrs. Edwards looked at me. I looked at her. My brain kept telling me to NOT stare at her body. "Matthew," she said, "thank you so much for coming here today, honey." She'd always called me that. I was 'honey' for as long as I could remember, to Mandy. Rob always called me 'Matty', but he spelled it "Mattie'. "Rob and I really wanted to catch up. We haven't seen you in a while. I know, you're in college, and you've got all that going on. You're all grown up now, and you'll be finishing your schooling soon and starting your own life. We just wanted to spend some time with you, and of course slide an idea by you. The job interview part." "I'm happy to be here, Mrs...um, Mandy." She giggled again. She had a bit of a husky voice normally, and her giggle was equally rich, and honest, and out of the ordinary. I liked it. "Anyway," and then she got distracted, "Goodness, Matthew, why don't you take that shirt off? You must be awfully hot dressed like that." I shook my head. "No worries, I'll be fine." For about ten minutes, I thought. Tops. She shrugged a little, as if she didn't believe me. "So, where was I? Oh, right, you know, Rob and I have known you your whole life, and we've both always been so impressed with you." I'm sure I blushed. "Thank you." "I meant what I said, too," she continued, "your folks did raise you right. You and your sister. I don't know what we would have done without your whole family, all these years, all the different fund- raising events we had, the food drives, the telethons, the golf tournaments. We were truly blessed, the day we met your parents." I nodded, because I couldn't think of anything to add. Yes, my parents were really good people. Yes, they volunteered themselves all the time, they had for decades. They believe in community. They drilled it into me and my sister from day one: count your blessings, appreciate what you have, even if it isn't much, because there are lots of people who had less. Some folks had nothing. Give. That's my Mom's favorite word. Give. Give your time, give your energy, give your hard work, and yes, if you can afford it, give your money. Help others. In small ways, and big, get involved. Get active. Give. "When we started the Foundation, we knew that it would only succeed with the remarkable efforts of remarkable people, like Bev and Neil." My parents. Mina approached, with two tall wet glasses on a tray. She disappeared again. "Mina spoils us," Mandy said, sipping on her drink. "I don't know how we'd survive without her." It had just the right amount of tartness. Not too sweet, and not so crazy that your whole face wants to shrivel up after you've had some. "Anyway," she said, "the way your parents instilled that same giving spirit in you and Emily is their greatest gift to us, and to the Foundation. All these years, Matthew, Rob and I have watched you and your sister grow up, into beautiful lovely adults. We couldn't be prouder." I gave her my thanks, again. Since I could remember being aware of her, sometime around when I first started going to school, she'd always been kind and attentive to me, and supportive of me, and friendly. Lots of hugs. They'd started the Foundation when their only child was born, a year before me to the same day, in the same hospital. I grew up fit as a fiddle, though a little well-below average in height and weight, but otherwise fine. Isaac, their son, developed cancer. I don't remember the name of it. He fought it, for years. In and out of hospital. When he got into his teens it started hitting him harder. And all he'd ever really wanted to do, something he couldn't do growing up because of his illness, was throw a baseball pitch, preferably at Yankees stadium, the first pitch, the ceremonial one. The Isaac Edwards Make-Your-Most-Special Wish Foundation was born. Isaac got his wish. He died not long after that. Rob and Mandy never stopped; they never let his death slow them down. There were lots of other kids, facing the same bleak outlook. Kids who had dreams. Little ones, perhaps. Secret ones, perhaps. Go to Disneyland. Meet a famous celebrity. Drive the Zamboni at a hockey game. Over the years, the Foundation has made life a little rosier for thousands of kids. I've always been proud that I helped out at some of their events. One year, I got to fly with a dozen special kids and their families to "The North Pole", at Christmas season. It was a shack decorated up, by the side of the tarmac at some small out-of-the way airport. The kids met Santa, who came onto the plane, along with some elves. You've never seen happier kids in your life, even though some of them were really sick, all of them getting hugs and presents and candy canes. I'm a guy, and guys aren't supposed to cry. But I cried that day. And others too. I've cried. Lots. Plenty of times. If you don't cry, you aren't human. She looked at me funny again. "Are you sure you're not too hot? It looks like you're sweating there, honey. We're next to a pool, for goodness sakes, why don't you just take your shirt off? Get some sun!" I shrugged a no. "I'm fine, thank you. Truth is, the sun and I don't really get along too well, Mrs...um, Mandy." I blushed a little at the name thing, which I know she saw. "I'm usually better off if I stay covered up." She put her drink down on a side table, and got up on her feet. "I have the most amazing organic sun screen, honey," she said, "we get it flown in straight from Fiji, from a small cooperative we helped set up in a remote village a few years ago. Something in one of the plants down there guarantees you won't burn." She lowered her sunglasses and looked me in the eye. "It'll do the trick!" "You don't have to..." She was on her way into the house. Her bikini bottom was more or less a G-string, so as she walked away from me, her round tanned jiggly rear end was on full display, the string coming straight up out of the crack that separated her two generous buttocks. She had no white lines on her body, anywhere. I bet if you asked her she'd say that she'd love to lose five pounds, maybe ten, to feel perfect, and that, like most people, she was fighting the middle-aged spread. But if you asked me, she was sexy as hell. Just after she disappeared inside the house, a sliding door on the other side of the mansion came open, and Rob stepped out. "Hey Mattie, how's it going, bud?" he shouted, looking like he always did. Elegant. He wore a suit, the crisp white shirt, the red tie, the works. I'd never seen him looking rumpled, or lived in. He was a couple of inches over six feet tall, and probably near or just over two hundred pounds. He'd been a pretty decent swimmer in his youth, shining his final year at the college level. Lots of awards, and ribbons. Genetics had been good to him, and even in his mid-fifties he still looked buff. His hair had that mostly-dark-but-just-enough-silver- hairs-woven-in look that seemed to shine in any light. He always had a smile on his face. Wide and welcoming, and for years it's always seemed to me to be genuine, and real. He liked people. "Where's that gorgeous wife of mine?" he yelled, playfully. I smiled. "She just went inside a second ago," and pointed at the wing near me. "Jesus Murphy, Mattie," he faux-shouted, "aren't you boiling in all those clothes?" "Uh, well, funny thing about that," I stammered, when Mandy came breezing out of the door again. "Here we go, honey," she said, her sunglasses hanging by an arm on the tiny bit of fabric of her bikini stretched between her two gorgeous big breasts, "this'll protect you and let you get some color too, and...", which is when she saw Rob, across the lawn. I watched her eyes open wider, I saw her cheeks curl into a huge smile, and I saw her stand up slightly, on the tippy toes of her right foot. I watched her chest rise. I watched her nipples get just a titch bigger. She was elated to see him. It struck me as lovely, and touching, that even after all these years of being a couple, they still really liked each other. Loved each other. Then I thought, if I looked like either one of them, and lived the way they do, I'd be happy too. I figured for sure she'd whoop or giggle or yell or something, at seeing him. Instead, she leaned her body onto her other foot, the one closest to me. She moved her head closer to me, while still looking at Rob. I could tell she wanted to say something to me, without him hearing. As if we were conspirators in something. "Tell me the truth, honey," she semi-whispered, "have you ever seen a sexier man than that one over there?" I didn't know what to say. She turned to look at me. "Matthew, there's nothing wrong with acknowledging beauty, honey, whenever you see it. Male or female. I mean, I can look at another woman and admit that she's beautiful or sexy." I nodded, like of course she was right, nothing wrong with that at all, I completely agreed. I didn't want to be seen as being unsophisticated. "Sure, I know," I said. "It's the twenty-first century, it's all good." Her grin turned into a delighted smirk. "So...?" "So," I paused, and then looked at Rob. And decided to be honest with myself. Yes, he was tall and in shape and distinguished, and ruggedly handsome, with the added benefit of being one of the nicest people I'd ever hope to know, and now that I thought about it, I realized he had always looked like he'd just walked off the pages of a magazine. Forbes. Or Men's Health. Or Playgirl, for that matter. I think I sighed a little bit. "You're right, Mandy," I said, quietly, "Mr. Edwards is pretty sexy." I looked at her, and she at me. Her smile brightened up even more. She bounced on her toes, a little. I tried not to let her see me watching her breasts move up and down. I had to catch my breath from gasping, when I saw that her nipples were hardening even more. Right before my eyes. I turned to look at him again. He was just standing there, loosening his tie. "Rob," she almost-yelled, "have you got any swim trunks small enough that Matthew can wear?" I stammered out, "Oh...no...that's...no, Mandy..." Rob yelled back. "I doubt it, babe. But I want to get changed into some relaxing clothes, so I'll take a look." Then he disappeared back into the house. She looked at me. "I doubt it too, to be honest with you. You and Rob definitely go to different aisles at the department store." I nodded, half embarrassed. "I'm fine, thank you...you don't have to..." "Nonsense, honey," she waved me off, "sure we want to talk about an opportunity for you, but we're old friends for gosh shakes, and its summer, and we've got a pretty nice pool here. Let's have a drink or four, chit and chat, and chill. Let's enjoy it while we can, you know?" So we walked back to the lounger chairs, and she squeezed some lotion out of a bottle onto one of her hands. "Off with your shirt, honey," she said, matter-of-factly. I couldn't manage to find a reason not to disrobe. When she looked up at me, she smiled. "Wow, honey, you are pale, aren't you?" I laughed, trying to make it sound self-effacing. "Steph used to say I didn't even have enough color to be called pale, that the word she would use was 'clear'." Mandy laughed. I liked making her laugh. Her slightly husky voice was playful. And her tits would bounce a little bit as she moved. She motioned to a lounger. "Sit." I sat. She rubbed her hands together, spreading the lotion, and then, standing by the side of the chair, she bent over and started massaging it into my chest. Her fingers felt chilly, covered in the goop. But her skin was smooth, and soft, and delicate. And her fingernails were long, longer than mine and most every other man, and as she moved her fingers along my skin, her nails would drag slightly behind, and the sharpness of them felt like dainty little knives, just brushing along my skin, threatening to slice me open, but never following through. Then her hands moved lower, towards my belly button. I closed my eyes, because I wanted to enjoy the euphoria her touch was generating, and because with my eyes open her breasts were so close to my face that I had to look away or burst. I couldn't stand the idea of getting caught staring, and offending her. A few moments later, I heard Rob's voice. "I don't have anything that would fit you, Mattie. I'm sorry." I opened my eyes, and looked directly at Mandy's crotch, and then I jolted to her hips, and then past her to the house, as she turned to look back as well. He'd changed. From his work clothes, to relaxing clothes. He was wearing a metallic lime-green speedo, and nothing else. It was barely a speedo. It was one piece of cloth surrounding his genitals, and two little straps going out, around his body. Joining up at the back with something, another strap I assumed. And, well, I couldn't help it. I mean, any man wearing such a small garment would make me look. It'd make everyone look, wouldn't it? And Rob was no ordinary man, which made what I saw so amazing. He looked mega fit. Deeply tanned, his skin looked flawless. He had strong shoulders, his pecs were perfect, rounded where they should be and flat where they should be. His nipples looked like candy kisses. His belly was flat, and toned. Not a six-pack or anything, but taut and in shape. There was a fine forest of hair covering from his breastbone up to his collar bones, but his belly was smooth and mostly hairless. There was a little gathering around his belly button. And wearing such a small speedo, as my eyes travelled downwards I realized that I should have been able to see the top of his pubic hair, but there was none to be seen. His skin was smooth there. Just above his, you know, package. Have you ever lain on the grass, below a hammock, and looked at the shape a human makes in it? That's what his front looked like. The fabric of the speedo was taut, and stretched, over a shape that can only be described as significant. He was built. For some reason, my brain flashed on Isaac, their ill-fated son. I looked at Mandy again, briefly, and then back at Rob. Isaac, I realized, would have been the best of both of them. And both of them were beautiful. Mandy walked towards him as he walked towards her. Both of their arms came open, and then both moved into a full-on head-to-toe hug, their mouths crushing into each other, her hands on his upper back, kneading and rubbing, his hands on her lower back, down at the tops of her buttocks. He was rubbing and kneading too. Their kiss went on for a long time. Their heads swapped positions once or thrice. From my angle, I saw a flicker of his tongue a couple of times, and hers once. It looked like they were grinding into each other. Finally, they broke their clinch. They stared at each other, and they whispered something back and forth that I couldn't hear. Then Mandy turned her head back towards me. "Oh! Wait!" Rob spoke for both of us. "Wait? What?" Mandy smiled, ear to ear. "I've got something Matthew can wear." "No...thank you Mrs. Ed...I mean, Mandy, no...that's okay..." She bounced towards the house, and I heard her voice. "It'll be great!" Rob had turned and was watching her move. Long after she disappeared, he turned back to me, a leering smile on his face. He winked at me, as if we were sharing a joke, or special moment. Then is face changed to mild shock. He shrugged his shoulders, and threw his hands up, palms pointing to the sky. "What? I don't get a hug from you too?" Over the years, I had noticed that Rob was a very affectionate person. Touch-feely, some might say. But it was always respectful, and people knew it. So I knew his tendencies, and started to get up to go to him, when I realized I was actually looking forward to it. I mean, I liked being hugged, sure. Name me one person who doesn't. It feels good. But his hugs were always extra good. They weren't the standard bro hug. It wasn't where you shake hands, and then lean over slightly, and then turn slightly, and then touch your right shoulder to his right shoulder, and then use your other hand to slap each other on the back. In his hugs, Rob would lean down slightly, being so tall, and slide both of his arms under my arms and around my back, so my arms would go up around his shoulders or neck, and then he'd pull me into him, usually lifting me about an inch off the ground. He had that kind of effect on people. His hugs were warm, and made you feel happy. And loved. Plus, I realized, he always smelled great. I don't know what kind of cologne he used, or bodyspray, or whatever. But he always had an air about him. It made me think of a few words, instantly. Masculine. Powerful. Gentle. Love. So I was looking forward to it. As I stepped near him, his arms started to come out, and mine started to go up, when I stopped. His eyebrows clenched a little. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," I said, slightly red-faced, "but Mandy just spread sun block on me, so I'm sticky and wet." He laughed out loudly, and then leaned towards me. "Most of the best times of my life have been sticky and wet!" Then he pulled me into him. My arms went around his neck. His slid around me and down me. He was a good four or five inches taller than me, so I turned my head to my left, and my right cheek ended up on his upper chest, near his collar bone. I opened my eyes and saw his Adam's apple. The hair on his chest felt like tiny flicks of softness, an ocean of them, all working individually to create one huge blanket of comfort. I know I hummed a little bit, the hum of bliss. I think he might have too. And then our lower bodies came together. His hands, just like when he hugged his wife, went a little lower than was standard. His fingers were sliding down, across my skin, his touch different than Mandy's. Hers was like a gentle wind. His had more strength, more pressure. It felt good. I was still in pants. Rob was wearing a speedo. The nanosecond we touched, I could feel him. His, you know, package. His penis. And his balls too, I realized. They hit me on the tender soft skin of my lower belly, just above my belt. Then they hit me in my brain. Like a sledge hammer. "Mmm, Mattie," he said, his mouth close to my forehead, "you always give good hug." His voice quietly rumbled in his chest. I could feel the vibrations in my cheekbones. Which made me squeeze myself closer to him. Which maybe was the idea? I don't know, but it felt great. "I like to hug," I said, "but there's no way my hug is as good as Mrs...um, as Mandy's." His hands started a slow circular caress of my lower back, warming my skin. "Apples and oranges," he whispered. "Apples and what?" I asked. "Oranges. Different things altogether. Your hug versus hers." "How so?" I asked. "Her hugs come with a big kiss." I could almost feel him smiling. I know my face flushed a little red. He wasn't suggesting it, was he? Of course not, no. It was all just banter. "Ha, like you'd want to kiss little old me," I said, thinking I was being clever, knowing he'd say no because we're guys and guys don't do that sort of thing. Rob pulled his head away from me, and I looked up at him. He had the warmest look. Paternal and mirthful and playful. "Who wouldn't?" I was shocked, and it must have shown on my face. "Number one," he said, "you're a beautiful human being, Mattie, remember that, always. And number two," he continued, quietly, "there's absolutely nothing wrong with men kissing each other. They do it in all sorts of places, all around the world. You know, it's a real shame we live here in uptight, puritanical North America. Generations of boys like you being told that it was wrong, that it was gay, that it'll make you a fag, as if anyone could possibly say there's something wrong with people who are sexually different." He shook his head, and tsked. And in the time it takes a heart to beat, I remembered back to a night, long ago, when I was barely a teenager. Hundreds of mental images swirled at light speed through my brain. "There are many societies in this world where it's perfectly natural and normal for men to kiss. Period." "There are?" I asked. He nodded at me, slowly. "When I was about your age I spent a year interning for a law firm, and a bunch of us worked for two months in Europe. Eastern Europe. We spent a few days in Moscow, and some in St. Petersburg. It was an eye-opener for me, in so many ways. It's just such a completely different culture, for starters. But, I found out that they're very open about things we're not. Men over there kiss each other. It's a lovely form of affection, maybe the loveliest." I was surprised. "I didn't know that." "No word of a lie. And besides," he continued, "who doesn't love to kiss? Seriously. I mean, you can't tell me that you and, oh, lordy, oh, I've forgotten her name, um, Bruce French's daughter..." "Stephanie." He grinned, and squeezed me tighter. "Stephanie, right. A lovely young woman. You two have been an item since junior high school, right?" I nodded. "So, you wanna try to convince me that you don't like kissing her?" "Hell no," I laughed, which came out as a bit of an embarrassed giggle. "I love kissing." "There you go." "But she's a girl, and, um, you and I, we're both..." Rob fixed me with a gaze. His face still shone with warmth, but his eyes got serious. "A kiss, Mattie. It's one of the most beautiful ways that two people can show each other how much they care." I just stared into his eyes. For a few seconds he held me in his gaze. Then his eyebrows flicked up and down, slightly, just a little twitch, as if he were daring me. I could feel the sun on my back, and it was hot. But the skin under his hands, down low, right at the belt line of my pants, with a couple of fingers of each hand slipped under the waist, was much hotter. And he hadn't let up on his gentle pressure, and our fronts seemed to squish together even more. And that was the first time in my life when my brain just shut off. I'd been challenged once before, that night when I was thirteen. If he's daring me, I decided to make sure I didn't back down. I raised up on my tippy-toes, and aimed my lips at his. He saw my movements, and lowered his head slowly, towards me. At the last second, I closed my eyes, an inch away from him, and the last thing I saw was his eyelids beginning to shut. Then we kissed. WOW! I was kissing a man! I was tentative at first. His lips were warm, and alive. Soft, but with body and strength, and not mushy. I could feel shots of cool air on my cheek, as he exhaled through his nostrils. With the slightest most divine little movements, Rob began to move his lips against mine, teasing me, tempting me, toying with me. Mandy's bare feet made little pat noises as she walked out of the house. I heard her. I'm assuming Rob did too. It didn't occur to me to stop kissing her husband. And Rob was pulling me into him more, again, really hugging me, while he continued to lead me in this kiss, never letting me get complacent about it, or break away from it. There was no sloppy wet tongues slamming around, no forcefulness, no aggression. It was the nicest kiss I've ever had. I sensed Mandy next to me. I think I smelled her first, that tropical fruity flowery aroma. But then I felt her breath close to my ear, and then heard her whisper. "Careful honey," she cooed, "Rob's a great kisser, and I oughta know. The first time he kissed me, I swooned so much I ended up in bed with him!" Then she moved away. Rob and I kept kissing, for maybe another minute or so. Then, by unspoken agreement, we parted. I took a few moments to open my eyes, but when I did, he was gazing down at me, that warmth of his practically drowning me. "I found you something to wear," Mandy said, a few feet behind me. I slowly turned my head, and Rob looked up at her. And he murmured the deepest, most tender growl. Mandy was standing, in that snow-white barely-there bikini, with one hand on her hip, and the other hand holding up something small, and gold. It glittered. It had a darker golden base, and what seemed like shimmering lighter colors of gold on top, the sunlight of the day catching it and making it almost glow. It didn't seem like anything more than a handkerchief. "It's got ties, on the sides, you can adjust it to fit your hips, so it should work," she said, smiling. "What is it?" I asked, my arms still around her husband's neck. She unfurled it, although it didn't get all that much bigger. "Bikini bottoms," she replied. I looked at her, stunned. "You want me wear a bikini?" She grinned at me. Like Rob, her grin was warm, and loving, and playful. "It's the only thing in this house that'll fit you. Well, no," she thought out loud, "I suppose I have some panties that would fit you, but most of them are kinda on the sheer side, so I figured these bottoms would do the trick." I didn't know what to say. Rob whispered to me, his head behind and above mine. "She's got that look on her face, Mattie. Believe me, we've been married for over thirty years, and I know that look. I love her to death, but she's stubborn as a mule sometimes." "You can't sit out here in those heavy trousers, honey," she continued, "you'll melt, and besides," a huge grin breaking out on her face, "maybe you don't want to tick off the woman married to the guy you're making out with, the woman who just went and made the effort to find you something to wear?" I sputtered some syllables. Mandy laughed out loud, and her nipples went into overdrive. I could tell she was joshing with me, that her attitude was entirely fun and frisky. She wasn't mad. "Or are you trying to tell me you aren't making out with my husband?" I spun my head back around, and looked up at Rob. He looked down at me, and smiled, and then looked back to his wife, behind me. "Guilty as charged," he said. Mandy laughed again, that throaty velvet to her voice. "So how was it?" Rob hummed a big happy sound. "It was fantastic." She giggled. "I wasn't asking you, Rob. I know you love it. You love kissing more than anybody in the world. No," she said, a little quieter, a little more serious, "I was asking Matthew. How was the kiss, honey?" I instantly flooded with redness. I could feel it in my face, and I was sure it had to have spread all over me. I was overcome with an ocean of shame, for some reason. All the years of my friends derisively putting gay people down, demonizing gay sex, and here I was kissing another man! I mean, thank god, nobody I know was there to see it. Well, except Mandy, of course. Who, I quickly remembered, was the wife. Apparently un-jilted, but it didn't make me feel much better. I dropped my hands from around Rob's neck. He didn't let go of me. The next second I smelled her again, a microsecond after that feeling her fingers on my upper back, moving to my shoulder, as she stepped close to my right side, giving me the sweetest, softest one-armed hug. I couldn't find the bravery to turn my face to look at her. "Is Rob not one of the best kissers you've ever had? Didn't I tell you? C'mon, honey, we're all adults here. It's a good thing, one of the best things. Not a thing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about. Tell me. I want to hear it." There wasn't a single word I could think of to say. I just stared at Rob's collar bone. "Honey? C'mon. Wasn't that a great kiss? Didn't you love it?" Her voice was celebratory and not mocking at all. I got this huge 'encouragement' vibe from her, like I always did. I nodded my head. "It was nice." Rob groaned. "Oh! You're killing me with flattery here!" He squeezed me tighter. Mandy giggled in my ear. "Only nice?" she asked. I let some of my silly embarrassment come down, and laughed, a little. Nervously. "No, it was better than nice." I thought about it some more. "It was the best kiss I've ever had." There. I said it. Mandy breathed into my ear. "Go put these on, honey, and then I get my turn at trying for the best kiss ever award!" Then she full out laughed, throaty and husky and thrilling. Then she plopped herself down on a lounge chair. And in one gulp, she swallowed the rest of her iced tea. Then she made a show of smacking her lips and saying "AAAAH!" out loud. Rob let go of me, and I looked around the giant patio and back yard. Mandy saw me looking, and figured out what I was after. "Honey," she cooed, "there's some privacy, if you want it, over by the hot tub. You see that partial wall? There's an outdoor shower behind the jacuzzi, and you can change there." My feet started walking in that direction, when I heard Rob's voice. "Alright, my two lovelies," he said, clapping his hands together, "what are we drinking?" Mandy answered right away. "I'll have something in a chilled Pinot Gris, please." Rob nodded, and looked over at me. "Mattie? How about you? A beer? Nothing better on a hot day than a cold frosty one, amiright?" I crinkled my nose a little bit. He looked at me, almost wounded. "No?" I shook my head. "I've never been much of a beer fan." He gazed at me for a moment, and then his smile got a little bigger. "Tell you what, I'll think of something for you," he said, and turned to go into the house. I found myself behind a tall arbor, holding the tiniest pair of bikini bottoms and wondering what the hell I was doing. Was this crazy or what? I mean, I had just kissed a man, and thoroughly enjoyed it, while his wife encouraged me, his gorgeous wife with the amazing body for a woman her age and simply spectacular tits, in the skimpiest bikini I've seen in years! And now I was supposed to take the rest of my clothes off and slip on these glorified panties, shimmering gold in color, and tiny in size, not to mention coverage? Parts of my brain were reacting against it, conflicted about it. Resisting it, telling me what so much of proper society had drilled into me, growing up, in church sermons and in school hallways and at college parties, overt and hidden. This was weird. It wasn't 'normal'. The more I stood there, though, the more those feelings and biases became dimmer, drowned out by other parts of my brain. The parts that relish the adrenaline rush coursing through every nerve ending in my body, the cerebral section that celebrates pure joy, and unadulterated bliss. I stood there, more and more consumed with those memories, those images, her smile, his kiss, her body, the way they'd held each other, the way he'd held me. The second time my brain shut down. Watching my own private movie, in my head, of all those disparate erotic images, my body took over. I reached down and untied my shoes, shucking them off and then stuffing my socks inside, then undoing my belt and unsnapping and unzipping and then the cool whoosh on my skin as the outdoor air touched my skin, my pants dropping to the ground. I stepped out of them, and then stopped. I looked at my underwear. The front of it was slick, and wet. This whole time, since I first saw Mandy on the deck, I'd been erect, my penis throbbing in sublime little tremors. Now I could see that all those pulses were pushing out little drops of my pre-cum. The more I pulsed, the wider the circle became, as big as a dinner plate, turning my light blue boxer briefs a darker blue, with little rivulets of a visible liquid squishing through. It looked clear, and glistening. They were so wet I had to peel them off me, feeling the stickiness against my skin as the fabric slid down. I stood there, naked. I looked at the golden fabric again. It was so small. It would expose so much of my body, so much more than was normal, or respectable, as the church-goers would say. I unfurled it, and pulled at it a little bit. It had some stretch, and became a little bigger, but not by much. Sliding it between my legs, from front to back, and then pulling it up, was shocking to me. It made my heart beat in my chest, harder, louder, and stronger. Cupping and then wrapping around my genitals, the fabric barely came to the top of my light pubic hair. I didn't have much hair, hardly any on my body, but there was a small tuft over top my penis. I could see a few of the tops of the hair line peeking out. I gasped, it looked so sexy. Then I felt the back of it, folding slowly around and then up in between my bum cheeks. It felt like the sweetest caress, the fabric tightly touching me in places and ways that were new, a beautiful feeling cut short when I suddenly realized that I was holding each sides' strings, one set in each hand, and there was no way I could tie either of them one-handed. I came out of almost all of my day-dreaming. I was stumped. How do you put this on? It took me a bit. Tie one side first, I realized, then slide the other side up and into place, then tie it. Holy smokes, I'd never felt anything like this. I felt naked, but not. I felt at ease. I felt like there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with the way I was feeling, the energy coursing through my veins. It just felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before, something wild and beautiful and astounding. I felt like it was a promise, like a revelation. Like the voices of the universe were talking to me. Let yourself go. Feel the joy, the passion. Whatever happens, if it feels good, go with it. Enjoy the love. I felt myself standing more upright. I felt proud of myself. I rounded the corner and walked back to their side of the deck. When I got close to her, Mandy heard my bare feet on the tiles and looked up. The sexiest humming mewling moan came out of her mouth, and she grinned, and jumped up off her lounge chair, her breasts bouncing in her tiny bikini, and ran to me, her arms opening, mine opening, and she jumped into me, our bodies slapping together, her arms tightly wrapping around my body, her fingernails coming down on my ass, both sides, pressing down and pushing, teasing me like pinpricks, and her mouth came at mine, hers a bright red, and glossy, and open just a tiny bit, a glimmer of the tip of her tongue. And we kissed. Her breasts were crushed against my bare chest, and she gripped me and pulled me into her, despite my initial reticence, not wanting her to find out how turned on I was, and we achieving total body contact, making me realize that maybe she wanted to feel my erection, in the bikini bottoms. The gloss of her lips made her kiss different than his, in small ways. Subtle differences. And I realized I liked those differences. I liked kissing him, no question. It was like nothing I'd ever known. But kissing her was equally wonderful. Equally exotic. Her tongue was smaller than his, I presumed, and limber. And she teased and tasted and tested me differently than he did. I couldn't imagine ever feeling more exhilarated, kissing these two people like this. The nicest people in the world, giving and sharing of themselves so often, now including me in aspects of living I'd not been introduced to before. Aspects I'd never considered before. I felt like people must have felt back in the early twentieth-century, when silent movies were the norm and then suddenly there was 'talkies'. It must have shocked people, the absurd paradigm shift, the drastic expansion of their reality. That's what I was thinking, my arms around her neck, kissing with her, tasting her lipstick and gloss, feeling the visceral difference between kissing a man and a woman. And fairly drowning in bliss. What a kiss. I heard Rob's feet approaching, and then coming at us, and he murmured a pleasured humming sound, and then I heard his voice, his head near mine. "You both know that something as important as 'who's the best kisser?'can't possibly be decided fairly in just one attempt, right?" Mandy giggled first, and I followed, trying desperately not to lose our kiss, not to let our lips part. We gave up the kiss, and held each other for a few seconds, before breaking apart. Her tits had felt amazing on my chest. I was instantly missing the way it felt pressing my groin into hers. Rob walked closer to the pool, where the lounge chairs were, and placed a tray down on a table. "Your wine, my dear," he intoned, and handed her a goblet, no doubt the finest crystal, which she took from him, before stepping up and kissing him, softly, both of them opening their mouths, their tongues gently caressing the others'. The kiss kept going, their lips moving, slowly. Finally, they broke, their eyes fixed and glistening and full of fire. Long looks of obvious love later, Mandy moved to sit back on her lounger, and Rob turned to look at me. He looked hungry, is how I immediately felt. He looked like a lion, fierce and strong, waiting in the tall grass, seeing his next prey just steps away, and smiling to himself, knowing that today he would feast, today he would sate his hunger. Then his eyes, blazing, started languidly moving down my body, his stare remarkable. I was watching him. For a reason I couldn't explain, I was worried about how he'd react. I was a man, and I was wearing a woman's bikini bottoms that shimmered gold, against the paleness of my skin, including parts of my groin that had never been exposed in public to anyone anyhow anywhere. I was nervous. I didn't want to disappoint him. I watched his eyes stop halfway down my body, his focus ramping up, and then slide languidly down my thighs, my shins, to my feet. And then back all the way up again, to my eyes. Slowly. So slowly. He stopped at my groin again, and stared. I assumed he was staring at the juxtaposition of a male body, obvious from my erection, wrapped in a feminine garment. When his eyes finally got back to mine, they warmed me. It was like staring into a roaring fireplace on the coldest winter's night, covering you with heat, outside and inside. "Wow, Mattie. You look so fantastic." I just beamed. I smiled. "Honey," Mandy said, "you better get some sun screen on those legs." Rob held out his hand, and I walked to him and placed my hand in his, and he pretended to escort me to a lounger close to Mandy's. I sat, the back up at a sitting angle, and I scooted into it. I reached for the bottle Mandy was holding out towards me, when Rob interrupted. "Your drink, my dear," he said, holding out a glass. It held a creamy almost-white liquid, which looked thick, like a milkshake. There was straw coming out, and a tiny plastic sword lain across the rim of the glass that speared a big ripe red cherry. "What is it?" I asked. He smiled. "A Pina Colada. Sweets for the sweet." I went to take it from him, when he pulled it back. "Uh-uh," he growled, "I believe you're now fully aware of the house rules of thanking the bartender properly?" It took me two entire seconds to figure it out, and then I beamed a huge smile. I sat straight up, and tilted my head towards him. Looking him straight in the eye, I pursed my lips. Rob bent down, closer to me. I pushed up with my arms on the side of the lounger, and lifted myself up the last few inches necessary, and kissed him. Again. It was even better the second time. His lips were warm, and alive, and this time he gently introduced the tip of his tongue to my lips, and I opened mine and let him inside me, and was immediately gobsmacked, beside myself with giddiness, and yet struck the most by, of all things, his taste. I was kissing and tonguing with another man, slowly and intimately, which was positively blowing my mind, but at the same time I marvelled at the taste of him. His lips, his tongue, his mouth. His palette. He tasted like sexy should taste. I kept the kiss up with him for the same amount of time Mandy had, maybe even a little more, and then I slowly broke it off. Waiting until I was a few inches away before I opened my eyes, I just savored how it had felt. When I did look up at him, all doe-eyed, he was beaming. Now he looked like the lion that had captured his prey. I took my drink from him. I took a sip, and 'mmmmm'ed at the taste. Then I put it down, and started spreading the goop all over my legs, up and down my thighs, inside and out, and the delicate areas around my groin, which had never seen direct sunlight ever. I knew those parts would be the most susceptible to burning. I looked up at one point, and both Mandy and Rob were just watching me. Finally, I was done, and took another sip of my drink. Rob pulled a lounger over, and sat between Mandy and I. For a few minutes, we all just looked at each other in silence, and gazed at the glorious vista in front of us, their property extending out in the rear and on the sides so as to shield us from any prying eyes. There were no neighboring houses, or buildings of any kind. Nothing but nature. Then we chatted, like acquaintances do. We were just regular people, enjoying the sun and a drink and good company. For probably close to an hour. Families. Rumours. Business. Rob talked about a real estate deal he was working on. Mandy talked about some people I vaguely knew and the troubles they were having with property crime. We gossiped. We laughed, and we giggled, and we commiserated at the negative stuff, ours or not. Deep into the conversation, Rob took a sip from his beer, and then fixed me with a gaze. "So, Mattie," he said, "how is Stephanie doing?" I wasn't expecting it, so it took me a few seconds to respond. "Oh, um, she's fine. I guess." The last bit wasn't planned. Mandy slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, and looked at me sternly, her eyes above the rims. "You guess? You're her boyfriend, aren't you? Shouldn't you know?" I smiled, red-faced. "Uh, yeah, I mean, well, we kinda broke up." Rob tsked, but at the same time he nodded, like he'd heard it already. I watched his eyes flicker over to his wife. "I had a conversation with Bruce, last week. He mentioned you two weren't an item any more, as far as he knew. I'm real sorry to hear about that, Mattie." His hand reached over and grabbed my forearm, gently, and gave it a rub. It felt loving. Mandy spoke first. "Oh honey," she bemoaned, "I'm so sorry to hear that too. You two were together for years, weren't you?" I nodded. Rob kept his hand on my arm. "How are you feeling about it, Mattie?" he asked, gentleness to his voice, deep and warm. I looked at him honestly. "I'm fine with it, really. It was more or less my suggestion, actually." Rob nodded. "Really? How come?" "Well," I paused, "look, I don't want to say anything negative about Steph, at all. She's a nice person. I guess it's just that we're different people, with different outlooks and different goals in life. And her family is pretty religious, her dad especially, and I always got the feeling that he would have preferred someone from their church for his son-in-law. And she grew up in a pretty strict household, um, morally speaking, you know?" Mandy nodded, concern on her face. "The French's are very lovely people," she said, "but yes, they're real devout church-going people, so I'm not really surprised you feel that way." Rob nodded. "Bruce is a serious man, but, you know, truth be told, him and Debbie, they both have big hearts. They've both helped out for many years, in their own ways, all through our community. Good people, no question. But I can imagine that they raised Stephanie in a fairly conservative way. Would that be fair to say, Mattie?" I nodded. "And you're an adult," he continued, "and naturally you want to sow your wild oats, or whatever the current expression is." I giggled. I drank some more of the liquid. It tasted like a tropical paradise. "Something like that." Rob kept gently massaging my arm, with his hand. "We're friends, right?" I nodded yes. Of course. I mean, I'd never spent any time ever doing what we were doing now, lounging on the deck having drinks and shooting the shit, but they were both so loving and open and welcoming and casual, I was feeling more than friendly with them. "Can I ask you a question or two, friend to friend? Adult to adult?" I hesitated for about a second or two. "Sure, of course." "Were you two sexual? Or was that against her beliefs?" Mandy tsked out loud, and said, "Rob! Matthew might not want to talk about those private things." "We're all adults here, all of us." He fixed his eyes harder on me. "Adults who know each other, and have history with each other, and respect each other, and love each other." He waited a second or two, and both Mandy and I nodded. "So talking about subjects like love and sex and romance and relationships is completely natural. It's done with concern, and love, and care." I nodded again. I believed him. I trusted him. "Mattie," he asked, "does it offend you to talk about that kind of stuff?" I shook my head. "No, it's fine." My face flushed a little bit. "I'm just not used to talking about, you know, sex, with other, you know, with people...but, anyway," I paused, "neither of us are virgins, if that answers your question." Rob squeezed my arm. "Good for you. Both of you. Being sexual is as natural as breathing, and people who suppress it are doing themselves enormous emotional and psychological harm. So being on the plus side of the equation is the best thing in the world." I giggled, self-effacingly, "Well, it's not as much as I'd like, but I am on the plus side. Barely." They both laughed with me. "The guy always wants more, amiright?" he said. Mandy said, "Bullshit." I'd never heard her swear before. She looked at him. "Some women are brought up to deny their sexuality, deny its role in life, that's true, or be labelled a slut or something worse, but most of us aren't the frozen, frigid types you guys complain about. A lot of women I know love sex. They love romance. They love the thrill of it, the adventure. The old stereotype about the industrial-sized bottle of aspirin by the bed isn't true that much anymore." Rob nodded. "I apologize, of course," he said, looking at her with the utmost in sincerity. "Let me restate that. What I meant to say is that, perhaps in Mattie's case, when your significant other is so entrenched in the whole 'religion' thing, there's the strong possibility that his desires and wants might outdo hers. That's all." I nodded. He was right. Mandy looked at me, curiously. "Is that the case, honey? Did Stephanie share your youthful sexual energy? Did she put out enough for you?" I couldn't help myself. I shook my head. Vigorously. "No." Rob squeezed my arm again, and began slowly moving it back and forth, up and down my skin, from my wrist to my shoulder. "Nothing to worry about, Mattie. You're an adult now. You can chase whatever you like, in this world. God, I envy you. You get to experience new people, new things. You have this glorious opportunity to spread your wings, and fly. Really fly. Be open to new adventures, especially the sexual ones. How else are you going to know what you enjoy, unless you try things out?" I nodded again, sincerely, and had more of my drink. Mandy seemed curious. "Can I ask what you two got up to, honey?" "How do you mean?" She giggled. "You know, sexually. What did you like to do? I know you like kissing, you've already shown us that." Rob murmured. "Mattie is a great kisser," he said. "He sure is," she replied, and she meant it. I could feel her words ripple through me. "Well, like I said, she's pretty straight-laced, so we didn't, um, well, she wasn't comfortable with, um, certain, um, events..." Rob sipped his beer. "Events? Do you mean specific sexual acts, or movements, or positions?" I nodded at him, a little embarrassment showing in my face. "Mattie," Mandy cooed, taking my attention away from him, "all three of us are grown-ups here. We're all adults. You can say things, you can use dirty words around us. You won't shock us, believe me." Rob laughed. "Hell no," he beamed, "we've probably done them many times!" We all laughed, although mine was a little forced. The truth was, I hadn't done many of them. Mandy pressed me. "Tell us, honey, it's good to talk about these things. Did she like you to finger her? Did she enjoy it when you ate her pussy? Was she eager to masturbate you, jerk you off? Did she give head? Did she swallow?" I was totally blown away. I'd never had conversations like this before, with anyone of my age group, let alone these two fifty-something beautiful people. "We didn't get to do that much, really," I said, a little sadness in my voice. "The whole pressure for her to be a 'good' girl was tough to get around. We only went all the way, oh, maybe six or seven times, I guess, in the last couple of years. I mean, we fooled around a whole bunch of times, lots, but, well, not as much as I wanted to. I seemed to be the one always trying to make her feel good, and not the other way around." I felt a little humiliated, admitting these things out loud. Mandy looked at me with care in her eyes. "Nothing to be ashamed of, honey," she whispered, "I got so lucky meeting someone with the same hunger for sexy fun as me," and she looked at her husband and winked, "so I'm only going on what I read and hear, but it seems to me there's so many people in the world who don't allow themselves to experience the joys of sexuality, and sensuality. And it's so sad. All of us, every human being, have the capacity to explore levels of joy, the physical pleasures of love-making, and sex. You know? Stephanie is a lovely girl, don't get me wrong. I just hate it sometimes that women all over the world aren't taking more pleasures in this life. Some men too, I suppose. The liberation of sexuality is what this planet needs the most." Rob nodded. "Amen." "I know, right?" I said, realizing that she had more or less said the words I could never put together. I'd always felt that way: that there was so much more, so many more layers of life, and especially a sexual life, that I wanted. I had tried to get Steph to see it, but I'd failed, making me doubt myself. Mandy had just spoken my thoughts perfectly. "Anyway," she giggled, "what did she let you do?" I laughed. I felt brave. Braver than I normally did. Maybe it was the alcohol. I felt emboldened, sitting there in a woman's bikini bottom, discussing sex with a gorgeous woman who was a great kisser, and her handsome husband, who was a fantastic kisser. I'd already pushed my envelope open, and flown all the way out. Without letting rational skepticism and anxiety rule me, I decided to keep flying. I thought, 'let yourself go...enjoy whatever happens'...everything about this afternoon seemed so amazing, and exciting, and unexpected, and all of it was making my operating system feel more alive than ever, more aware than ever, and more horny than ever. "She loved it when we kissed, she said I was the most enthusiastic kisser in the world." They both giggled. "She liked, sometimes, to have her nipples kissed and licked and sucked, but not too much. And she almost always let me use my finger, you know, inside her. That always made her feel good." "I bet," Mandy cooed. "And, well, she let me lick her, sometimes, which usually made her squirt. And for sure, I loved it too." "Yes indeed," Rob said, "eating pussy is one of the best things in the whole wide world." Mandy giggled. "Yes it is." That made me giggle. "I always wondered what it felt like, for her, for the woman, you know, when that happens," I said, quietly. Mandy stared at me. "Giving or receiving?" I didn't know what to say. "Because," she said, bragging in her voice, "honey, let me tell you, I've given and I've gotten, and they're both heaven on earth!" "You've...given?" I asked, surprised somewhat at her meaning, and yet at the same time not. She laughed, a loud, throaty, husky roar, and nodded up and down. "Of course," she said, "does that surprise you? I mean, I thought most guys find the girl girl stuff sexy? Don't you?" I nodded, because I did. "Well, it's sexy for us too. And I think most people, growing up, do a little experimenting. I know I did. I used to practice kissing with my best friend Amelia, growing up, back when we were ten or eleven. Pretty soon we added touching, and then fingering, and then pussy eating. By the time we got to high school we'd do sleepovers and pajama parties with other girls. Lots of kissing, and lots of pussies being eaten. And my mom's vibrator got a lot of use too. Plus, in college, well, you know what they say about that, right? Special dorm room fun. And that's what it was. It was always about fun, and the experience, and it made me believe that people are probably born bisexual." "I agree," Rob said, quietly, "but most of them never allow themselves the joy, because of our puritanical world." I looked at him, perhaps a little quizzingly. His smile melted my soul. He nodded. "Yes, I'm bisexual, Mattie," he half-whispered, "proudly bisexual." Mandy took the last sip of her wine. "And you, honey?" she asked. "Any boyhood experimentations for you? Special friends, who you learned with, maybe played with, growing up?" My brain flooded with the memories. One night, almost ten years ago. I didn't say anything. Mandy grinned. "There was, wasn't there?" She was like a proud parent. "C'mon honey, spill the beans." All three of us laughed at her enthusiasm, and her eagerness. I went with the flow. "It was in Scouts. We were at Camp Findlay for a weekend camping trip. I was thirteen. I had to share a pup tent with a boy from a different troop. I'd never met him before." My mind went off, and focussed on his face, which I could see almost as clear as day. "His family was originally from India. His skin color was so much different than mine. A deep dark brown. And he was smooth, like me. Not a hair anywhere, except on top of his head, which was thick and dark dark dark, you know? And it was hot out, even at night. So we were both just laying on our sleeping bags, not in them. And we were just wearing our underwear. And we quietly talked about stuff, so none of the other campers could hear us. Pretty soon, we talked about girls, and what we liked about them, and what we'd like to do with them, and kissing was like the big thing. Neither of us had kissed a girl yet. So then we talked about how to do it, and then he challenged me to do it, for the practice, and somehow we just ended up practicing with each other for hours. It was amazing, now that I remember it. We spent the whole night kissing, and holding each other, and hugging." A tornado of memories went through me. It was, at that point, the most staggering event of my life. I'd spent the next several days filling pages of my journal with my feelings. For a second I wondered what had ever happened to that diary book, but then I remembered shredding it, years later, so no prying eyes could ever find it. Mandy and Rob were both looking at me, proudly. It made me think they were both happy I had gotten to do these things. Rob spoke after a moment. "And here I thought I was the first man you ever kissed." I looked right at him. "You are. He was a boy, like me, back then." He adjusted himself on his lounger, shuffling his body a bit. Changing position. Totally natural, and normal. But his slight body roll, shifting to his left side, meant he was almost pointing his groin right at me. I didn't even think about stopping myself. I stared at his package. It seemed bigger than before. "Was he a good kisser?" Mandy asked. I thought about it for a second, and looked at her. "He was a wonderful kisser. You know, it's funny, but now, remembering that one night, it's like, well, it's showing me that, in fact, if I'm honest with myself, I'd have to say that Stephanie really isn't all that great a kisser. I mean, she is okay. But, well...like I said, he was of Indian heritage, and he had those big, full lips, I remember, and they were so soft. I think about it now, and it brings back so many feelings I haven't thought about in years. Truth is," I said, quietly and with sincerity, "up until today I never enjoyed kissing anybody as much as him." "Up until today?" Rob asked, a devilish grin on his face. "Uh huh," I smiled back at him, "until today. Until kissing you." Mandy's voice got mock-upset. "Um, hello? Over here? There was some pretty good kissing coming from yours truly as well, honey." The three of us laughed again. I looked back at the bulge in Rob's speedos. And I knew, it was bigger again. I slid the straw of my drink into my lips, suddenly feeling the urge to tease and toy with them, and I slowly sucked the last of my Pina Colada down. I made a big show of swallowing it. It made me feel sexier than I'd ever felt. Mandy hummed a very approving sound. "So, you were saying, Stephanie would let you eat her pussy, from time to time. Did she suck your cock?" I shook my head. "No. She would rub me, stroke me, sometimes. Once, I remember, I convinced her to lick me, you know, my cock. Kiss it. But I could never convince her to, um..." "Blow you?" she asked, with not one iota of discomfort. "No." "Ah honey," she whispered, "we have got to do something about that." Rob nodded. "Amen." I looked at him, a question on my face, since he'd just a few seconds ago told me he was bisexual. "Yes, Mattie, I have" he said, "both giving and getting. Many times. And like eating pussy, sucking a cock is one of the best things in life." At any other time in my existence, I would not have known what to do or say if a man, especially a ruggedly masculine one, had proudly proclaimed that he was bisexual, and further that he'd both given and gotten oral sex from another man. Not thinking it possible, I gained even more admiration for Rob. "You're an adult now, Mattie," he continued, "and there are possibilities for you that are infinite. Opportunities are all around you. Personal, professional, emotional, and yes, perhaps most importantly, sexual." He paused for a second, to let his words soak in. "Live your dreams, Mattie. Explore everything, but especially the previously unimaginable. Chase after the things that give you the most pleasure. Be as giving of your sensual self as you are of your philanthropic self. You're a wonderful, beautiful human being, Mattie, and you should enjoy receiving someone else's generosity just as much as you give to them." I couldn't think of a thing to say. I just put my now empty glass down on the patio, by the side of my chair. Which Rob took as his cue. He jumped up from his lounger, and took Mandy's empty glass from her. Then he moved over to me, and took mine. Standing next to me, as he was, put my head at almost the same level as his mid-section. I couldn't help it. I stared at his groin. The lime green speedo. The way he filled it out. I realized his penis was so much bigger than mine, longer, and especially thicker. And I was hard, whereas he wasn't! Or so I thought. I mean, I'm no expert on these things, but from the angle his meat was trapped in the fabric, I assumed there was no way he could be erect. His swimsuit was so tight; if he started getting a hard-on he'd probably rip the material. He smiled down at me. I looked away, worried about Mandy's reaction, and looked at her. She was beaming at me. She was also absentmindedly fingering the strap that led to the cloth holding her left breast. My brain fell off cloud eight and came back to the real world, worried that she might be burning. "Mandy, I'm sorry, I'm hogging it, do you need the sun block?" I asked, grabbing the bottle and holding it out to her. "Ah honey," she said, her voice dripping with care, "no, thank you. I've never had problems with the sun, like you. My skin is made for this." Rob gazed at her. "She's always been gorgeous and tanned, long as I've known her," he added. She smiled up at him in that I-love-you way, and spoke to me. "Truth be told, honey," she said, "neither of us would normally have anything on if we were out here." I turned and looked back at the mansion. Rob spoke, before I could say anything. "If you're worried about Mina," he said, "you needn't be. First off, she's seen us sunbathing naked before, so it's nothing new. But second, when I got home I gave her the rest of the day off. So there's just the three of us here now." "Oh." It was all I could think of to say. Mandy spoke. "No one should be ashamed of their body, honey, and no one should be afraid to be naked. After all, we're not born with clothes on, you know!" All three of us laughed. "So," I said, "you normally sit out here, um, in the nude?" They both nodded. "We're only wearing clothes now," she replied, "because we didn't want to potentially embarrass or offend you. Our guest." Which immediately made me feel guilty. It was as if my mere presence was causing these incredible people to have to change the way they lived their lives, which shouldn't happen, in a just world. I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." Rob looked down at me, and his face got all warm and loving again. "About what?" he asked. "It's your house. You shouldn't have to alter your lifestyle just because of me, or anyone else, for that matter." Mandy sat up. "You don't mind?" she asked. I looked at her, thinking that I understood what she was hinting at, but worried that I might have it wrong. "Mind what?" She grinned, and reached her hands up under her hair, behind her neck, and held them there. "We're all adults, honey," she cooed, "I'd much rather work on my all- over tan, and I'm sure Rob would too. As long as you're okay with it." She sat there and waited for my answer. I looked at Rob. He was nodding, as if he agreed with her. It is their house, I thought. "I don't mind." As soon as I said it, I realized that they would probably encourage me to also get naked. A wave of potential worry started to wash over me. I'd be showing these two lovely people just how un-blessed I was, in certain areas. The certain area that was hard and erect and pulsing out little drops of sticky pre-cum, underneath the glittering gold bikini bottoms. Did I just doom myself to showing these two amazing lovely humans my shortcomings? Giggling like a schoolgirl, Mandy undid the top of her bikini bra. With one swift movement, she brought the two halves down, right in front of me. Like peeling a banana. Her breasts, as tanned as the rest of her, were now right there. Naked. Uncovered. Round and high on her chest and plump and quivering. Two reddish nipples, with gigantic huge areolas, the biggest and roundest I'd ever seen, were aimed straight at my face. She reached around her back, and undid that join as well, and she threw her bra off to the side, where it landed on a patio tile noiselessly. "That's better," she said. Then she reached down by her hips, and undid those strings. A few seconds of rather ungraceful hip wriggling and bum lifting and back shuffling later, and that garment followed suit, coming to rest on top of the bra. And just like that, she was naked. She was gloriously naked. She ran her hands down her own body, feeling her own nudity. She wasn't shy, or embarrassed, or ashamed. She was proud, as she should be. I didn't think it possible, but I got so much harder in my bikini bottoms. I turned to look, seeing movement in my peripheral, and watched as Rob slipped his speedo down off his hips with one hand, his other hand holding our empty glasses, letting gravity take the speedo to the ground, where he stepped out of it. He was standing closer to me than he was to his wife. He was tanned all over too. His body was hairless, from his belly button down. So, I immediately realized he shaved. Or waxed. And like the proverbial moth to a flame, I couldn't help myself if I tried. The third or fourth time today my brain just shut itself off. His penis, tanned and thick, swung down, released from its prison, and moved slightly to and fro when his body moved. Or when he breathed. His penis. His balls were huge, much larger than mine, and smooth as silk. The top of his thighs came to meet his torso in the sexiest of curves, showing off his athletic body. Everything was masculine and smooth and tanned. His penis! Oh my god, he was built. He was so much bigger than me, in that department. Well, in every department, I realized. But his dick, his cock, his meat! OH MY GOD! If I'd wanted to, I could have easily reached out and touched it. I wouldn't even have to extend my arm very far. I could easily lean over and kiss it. Taste it. One part of my brain thought those two things, and the rest of my brain went into cataclysmic shock that I was even considering it. I was just gazing at his penis. I'd never seen one so close, not ever. It had three veins that I could see, each one running willy-nilly up the shaft in different directions. He had a foreskin. It was curled up, barely exposing the tip of the head, where the pee hole was. I instantly wondered what he looked like when he was excited. Erect. I wondered how big he got, when he was horny and hard. Did the foreskin stay up? Or did he get so turgid that it had to slide down, exposing the whole crown and head? And then, I realized that I was indeed staring at his cock. I was gawking at a man's penis. I turned away, and snapped my head to look at Mandy. At her breasts. And her groin. She'd spread her legs, just a little, naturally, to be comfortable. I could see her. I could see her whole area. Her pussy. Her womanhood. Smooth as the day she was born. Then I looked up at her face. She was smiling. "Honey," she cooed, "time to get some sun on our backs now." I secretly thanked god for that. I could lay on my front, and they wouldn't have to see just how excited I was. They wouldn't have to see my erection. I rolled over, adjusting the chair so it was not sitting up. In an instant, I heard Rob's feet padding away, back to the house, to get us more drinks. Then I heard her feet, and then smelled her again, that same flowery scent. She was close to me, I realized, off of her chair. "Let me put sun block on your back, honey," she whispered, "or you'll burn something awful." I heard the appropriate squeezing sounds, and then I felt her hands on my back, on my shoulders at first. She started manipulating her hands, caressing me, working the goop into my skin. Slowly. Sensuously. Any notions I'd had of hiding my erection disappeared. I could feel myself getting harder, which I didn't think was even possible. I closed my eyes, and decided to enjoy being touched by this woman. Mandy worked me, and worked me. She took her time, making sure that she got sun block onto each square inch of my skin. Each pore. Each nook and cranny. She was massaging me too, at the same time. Deep muscle manipulation, but with a soft, woman's touch. She moved methodically, and slowly, down my back. Her fingers, at times, reached around my sides, towards my chest and tummy, making sure that she covered me. One of those hand sweeps was so stimulating that I actually raised my upper half off the lounger, , involuntarily, which for a few seconds allowed her fingers to scoot all the way underneath, and she quickly found and squeezed both of my nipples. I moaned out loud at that. Which, I guess, covered up the sounds of Rob's feet, coming back from the house. I didn't realize he was there, until I felt hands other than hers, which were already busy, tugging at the strings of my bikini bottom. I froze, and gasped. My body stiffened, like a jolt of lightning had rendered me petrified. Then I heard his voice, almost in my ear. It was soft, and deep, and masculine, and soothing. "Mattie," he whispered, "be naked with us, won't you? Let's all be naked and real together. Mandy and I want to make you feel good. Would you let us?" It took me less than a second to answer. It was a no-brainer. "Okay." "Lift up, baby," he whispered, tugging at my bikini bottoms. So I did. Without thinking about it. He slid the whole thing right out from underneath me. I was now naked, lying on the lounger. Mandy's hands were caressing me, massaging me, taking me to heaven in small soft movements. Then I heard that squelching sound of more sun block being squeezed out, and then his bigger hands started spreading the goop over the backs of my thighs, his strong movements providing a radical counterpart to hers. His rubs were still loving, and caring, but he kneaded my skin harder than she did. There was only silence, other than our breathing, as they worked on me. His hands moved downwards, slowly, and he rubbed the sun block into me all the way down to my toes. She moved gracefully down my back, and when she got to my buttocks, she got more goop, and she giggled when I physically bucked a little bit at the coldness of it, as it touched my snow-white bum. Her hands were wonderful. She was spreading the goop all over my right cheek, pulling it at times, to separate it from the other. Then Rob worked his way back up my legs, paying extra close attention to the insides of my upper thighs, each movement coming dangerously close to touching my testicles and my penis, which was painfully hard and forced flat directly between my legs. A few languid strokes later, and his fingertips ran up the underside of my erection, trapped underneath me, and then over the curve of my ballsac, and then oh so slowly they traced a line right up the skin of my crack. Directly from the base of my balls, two of his big fingers slid exquisitely up towards my hole, at the last second weaving just around it, and then further up until he reached my back. Mandy was still slowly kneading my right bum cheek. Rob started kneading my left bum cheek. I moaned out loud, and started gulping air down in huge lungful's. "Mmmmm, enjoy it Mattie," he said, from above me, quietly. Each of them began pulling and rubbing and pinching and massaging, at times pulling my cheeks widely apart, exposing me to the warmth of the sun right down to my hole, which had never seen such light or felt such heat. Almost lost to the myriad of sensations they were giving me, I still managed to understand and recognize the sounds of their kissing. I heard those tell-tale smacking noises as lips join and then release, the soft damp tones that can only be two people making out, deeply, both of them breathing hard, through their noses, I could hear their tongues dueling at times as they broke and kissed and broke and kissed. I suddenly realized that I was about this close to cumming. My whole pelvis began undulating, shaking slowly at first but building up speed, and I was trying, I suppose, to rub my penis against something, anything, to put me over the top. I was twerking, more or less, lying face down on the huge patio lounger. I blurted out one desperate word. "NO!" That's when I felt a wet, thick finger, which could only be his, touch me directly in the opening of my hole, pressing against the crinkled ring, boldly, and firmly. A huge lungful of air came out of me, in one sudden shocking moan, and at the crescendo Rob felt me loosen, and he slid that digit inside me. Where no one had ever touched me before. I moaned "NO!" again, louder, followed by, "you shouldn't...!" Mandy's voice was close to my head again. "Enjoy it, honey," she cooed, "let us make you feel good. Did you know that there are literally millions of nerve endings inside you, down there? Did you? The right kind of stimulation, done with care and love, will make you feel better than you've ever felt. I promise." I stumbled out the word, "but...." She shushed me. "But nothing, honey. As long as you have a considerate, respectful, caring lover, anal sex is just as wonderful as oral sex, or vaginal sex. Rob and I love you, and we want to make love with you. Won't you let us?" His big fat finger slid farther into me. I moaned again, louder than all the moans in my life, combined. Then I shrieked. And I exploded. Wave after wave after wave of spasms hit me, all over. I shook and shimmied and rocked and jerked and thrashed and lurched, and shot my cum between my legs. Pulse after pulse of it. All over their expensive patio lounge chair. I could hear both of them, at various little points of my scattered consciousness, oohing their encouragement, telling me to let it all out, enjoy the moment. They ebbed and flowed in and out, while I struggled to keep myself from mentally falling off the earth. In the few times that Stephanie and I had fooled around, I had never, not once, had a release that strong. Ever. I don't know how many minutes later, the fog began to clear, and I was at least able to take stock of things. Both of them were still gently massaging my ass. The area on the lounge chair, around my groin, was sopping wet. Rob's finger was still inside me, slowly going in and out and in and out, massaging me from the inside. I don't know how much of his finger was going in me, but it felt like a lot of it. I liked it. The feeling of fullness was foreign to me, and yet felt so right. Then I heard them giggling. They were happy. For me. Mandy leaned over and put her head next to mine. "Mmmm, honey," she whispered, "that was hot!" I heard his voice too, close by. "Good for you, Mattie. You looked like you needed that." Finally, minutes later, his finger slid delicately from me, and I decided to lift up, and turn over. When I did, they let go of my ass, but neither of them moved. They kissed again, as I spun, so now I was lying below them, watching them kiss, watching his right hand cupping her left breast, stroking from the underside up and over the nipple, which was about the size of an elevator button. His left hand was massaging the inside of my right thigh. Perilously close to my groin. She had one hand on my left thigh, lower, towards my knee. Her other hand was between her and me, on the outside of my leg, and it didn't take a Rhodes Scholar to realize she was playing with herself. I looked. Mandy was sliding one graceful fingertip into her pussy lips, just barely splitting them, back and forth in an easy, gentle manner, like she'd obviously done a million times in her life. Then Rob's left hand moved up, and slid around my wet balls, and then up again, circling my now shrinking penis, palming me, teasing me, coating his fingers and hand in my ejaculate. Raising his arm, he broke his kiss with his wife. Sliding a finger into her mouth, she greedily sucked on it, slurping up whatever of my cum was there. Then he pulled his finger out of her mouth, and leaned over and kissed her, and their tongues danced back and forth a little, as they shared my cum, and then he leaned back and looked right down at me, his eyes on fire, his gaze intense, and he slipped a different cum-coated finger into his own mouth, and licked up what he could, and moaned, loudly, rumbling from his entire big chest. Mandy leaned over, and kissed me on the lips. Softly, with a romantic feeling. Just the bare tip of her tongue dashed out, and she used it to apply a little bit of my cum onto my top lip. "Mmmm, honey," she murmured, "you taste delicious!" It was the most unusual taste I'd ever encountered, in my life. It was brazenly unlike anything else. It was exotic, and unequalled by everything I knew. I liked it, instantly. A lot. Then I saw Rob's head coming down towards me, and she moved slightly and he didn't stop until his lips were all over mine, consuming me, devouring me, causing me to lurch again, one last spasm of cum spurting out my penis, onto my tummy. As if he knew, one of his hands moved to the spot, and scooped up what I'd deposited. He broke our kiss to offer me the newly-drenched finger. I sucked it in without thinking about it. My taste was exotic. It was erotic. It was exhilarating. Mandy kissed my forehead, and then moved back to her lounge chair. When she sat down, she took the hand that had been between her legs and brought it up to her mouth, and I watched her lick her own pussy juice up. There was a discernible sheen of it. Rob leaned over one more time, and kissed me. Then he too sat back on his chair, and picked up his beer again. We all three sat in silence again for a few minutes. At one point, I finally looked over at her. Mandy was brazenly sitting with her legs wide open, one finger delicately sliding back and forth in between her legs, her other hand up around her tits, pinching her own nipple. "Did you have a good cum, honey?" she asked, deliciously. I couldn't help but burst out with laughter, spontaneously, releasing all the air in my lungs. Sucking some oxygen back in, I looked to Rob, who was beaming, and back to her. "I've never cum like that before in my life." It was the truth. Rob, I noticed, was harder. He sat there with his legs spread, his cock laying to his left side. It was bigger than before, when he'd first taken off his speedo. It wasn't pointing in the same direction either. It was thicker, and aimed more towards his hips now, instead of down towards his leg. "Thank you, both." Mandy grinned and shook her head. "That's not how we properly thank people around here, when they do something nice for you," she teased. Reminding me. I got up, off the lounger, my legs a little wobbly, and took one step towards Rob's chair. His left arm came up to caress my side, from my knee to my chest, his heat blazing through me, and I reached out with my left hand and touched his chest, just above his right nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair, and scraped my fingernails along his skin. And I leaned down, and kissed him. I mean, I really kissed him. His lips were bigger than mine, and I threw everything I had into that kiss. Tenderness. Passion. Hunger. Lust. I opened my mouth for him, before he was expecting. I invited him inside. His tongue snaked out and filled my mouth. I lost myself in his taste, his energy, his thirst for me. When I finally broke the kiss off, I looked down, and saw that my fingers had, of their own volition, trailed from his chest, down his belly, and I was mere micro-seconds away from lightly wrapping them around the shaft of his cock. Which hit me visually like a ton of bricks. I'M ABOUT TO TOUCH A MAN'S COCK! The shock and amazement and wonder of it must have registered on my face. I immediately looked at Mandy. She now had two of her own fingers in her pussy. She was watching us. I don't think I've ever seen anyone looking as happy as she did right then and there. Her voice was huskier now. "Doesn't Rob have a fantastic cock, honey? Why don't you feel it?" I gripped him, lightly. He was warm. Alive. Throbbing slightly. Pulsing. Guided by nature, and some newfound enlightenment, I tentatively stroked his cock, watching his foreskin roll down and then roll up and then roll down, slowly, ravelling and then unravelling like a curtain, two big drops of his clear precum glistening on the tip. I wanted to taste it. I kissed him again, softly. His mouth was alive; his tongue was playful and teasing. I think he was expecting another long, sweeping kind of kiss, which I would have loved to have given him. But I broke it off, because my mind was suddenly and inexorably consumed with something else. Something new. Something wild, and provocative, and daring. Something, I realized, I had wanted to do before, all those years ago. With Jatinder. I kneeled down, at the side of his lounger, and brought my head closer to his groin. My fingers wrapped around his cock, more firmly this time, and I pointed him at my mouth. Something told me to kiss him. To taste that shiny nectar glistening as it oozed out of his pee hole. At the last second, I looked at Mandy. His wife. She slid both fingers entirely into her own pussy. "Suck him, honey," she moaned, "taste that fantastic cock. It's yours, if you want it." I did. I did want it. Right then and there, I realized that more than anything else, despite all the years of denial, despite all the pressure from proper society not to, despite the way I know homosexuality made some people react, I wanted more than anything to feel him inside my mouth. I wanted to break that line. I wanted to be a lover of his penis. I wanted to be his cocksucker. I made sure to kiss him right at the tip, that open tube directly between my lips, and his precum immediately seeped into my mouth, the taste of it overwhelming me, startling me. It was magnificent. I heard the sexiest most vibrant and unconditional moan escape Mandy's lips. Rob sighed, loudly, and slowly enough to make me realize I was doing something very right. Then I moaned, loudly. We'll call it beginners luck, or perhaps I have some innate ability ingrained into my DNA, but my lips parted, and my head moved forward a little bit, and my tongue slithered back and forth, and as my hand pulled at the skin of his shaft, unfurling his foreskin, I took in the entire massive head of him. IT FILLED ME! I HAD A MAN'S COCK IN MY MOUTH! Rob let out the deepest, longest "oooooh" I'd ever heard. His left hand moved to my shoulder, and he began caressing me, softly. What must have been three or four huge drops of liquid came out of his pee hole, and right onto my taste buds. HOLY FUCK! It was sweet, and tangy, and slightly salty, and earthy, and so much different than anything I'd ever tasted before. It was mind-blowing, absolutely out-of-this-world exciting. I realized that I really did care for this man, and always had. And what better way to explore my own personal horizons than to show him how much I loved him? I sucked, and slurped, and kissed, and licked, and moved my mouth up and down on him, slowly learning how to take more and more of him into me, until his spongy big curved head hit the back of my mouth, at the top of my throat. I could hear his breathing becoming shorter and quicker. I could hear his little moans, deep inside him. I used my free left hand to touch his balls, to hold them in my palm, to feel the weight of them, the heft of them, impressed at his size. Mandy moaned a big breathy "ooooh." I took my mouth off of Rob's cock, and looked at her. Her nipples were huge, much bigger than before. She had an entire finger in her mouth, and I could see the little movements that showed she was sucking like crazy, trying to swallow all of her own juices. Her pussy juices. She saw me looking at her, and her eyes flickered, and she moved her head slightly. Inviting me over. I reluctantly let go of Rob's cock, and lifted myself enough to stand beside him, and I leaned over and kissed his mouth. His tongue took ownership of my mouth, instantly. Like his cock, his tongue filled me. To the back of my mouth, the start of my throat. His lips were forceful, and active, and instead of making me shy away or get nervous I melted into him, kissing him back just as fiercely. It was by far the greatest kiss of my life. And the day was still young. Then I broke it off, and looked at his eyes, after they opened. He was on fire with lust. I could tell. His eyes were burning through me. He was as hungry as the most starving man in the entire history of the world. And I knew it was for me. I moved a few feet over, and leaned down next to Mandy. She took her finger out of her mouth, and offered it to me. I gladly sucked it into my mouth. She tasted sweet, and tangy, and earthy, and rich, and heady. Her pussy tasted like heaven. Sliding her finger out of my mouth, she reached behind my head, and pulled me to her. Her kiss was just about as ravenous as his. She kept pulling on me, bringing my body down on to hers, from the side. Getting the hint, I slid around a little bit, so I was facing the same direction as her. Lowering myself down, my mouth attached to hers, our tongues playing and dancing back and forth, I settled in on her body. Her amazing tits were like two huge balloons, two pillows for my chest. My tummy touched hers, and then my cock, which was suddenly hard as nails again, settled more or less onto the area just above her pussy. My balls gently fell onto her shimmering wet labia. Her kisses were equally potent, and she was fairly snorting her breaths out of her nose like a racehorse. Her tongue was wet, and never stopped moving. My hips flexed a little bit, and even though my brain was consumed with all the feelings coursing through me, there was still enough sentience for me to realize I only had to move myself just a titch, and I could place my cock right at the entrance of her. With just the tiniest adjustment, I could be right there, knocking on heaven's door, ready to slide into her. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "Honey," she gasped, her voice still husky but now very needy, "I want you to eat my pussy now. Will you do that for me?" It was as much an order as it was a request. I grinned and nodded my head. Then I slid down her body. I couldn't stop myself, and as I passed by I took her right nipple into my mouth, and sucked. Real hard. She practically screamed into my ear. I thought, it's a good thing there are no neighbours close by. They would have heard that, for sure. I bit at her, playfully, capturing the nipple in between my teeth, applying some pressure, and tonguing the very tip of it back and forth. Mandy pushed on my shoulders. "NOW MATTHEW!" she begged, "PLEASE EAT MY PUSSY!" Two, perhaps three entire seconds later, my knees were on the patio, my body bent over the lounger, her hands gripping the back of my head, intertwined through my hair, and she was pulling my lips and tongue into her. Her pussy was flowing. There was that incredible warm sticky liquid everywhere, it was running out of her. The very first touch of my tongue to her, she screamed out "OH FUCK" and pulled me by the head again, crushing my mouth against her pussy, my tongue easily slipping in between her slick lips, my nose bumping into her clitoris, the entire lower half of my face instantly wet with her juices. With Stephanie, this act was limited, and rare. With Mandy, this felt like I belonged. I licked, I sucked, I toyed, I teased, I butterfly tongued her bud. She kept moaning, louder and louder, without reservation, without shame or embarrassment. She was in a sexual fever now, I realized, and she was using my face and my mouth and tongue as her tools to get off. I suddenly felt Rob's hands on my back, caressing me, massaging me, encouraging me to keep going, to keep eating her pussy, to build her up the way I was, the way she was obviously going, until she couldn't take it anymore. Her fingernails were pressing into me harder and harder. They were sharp, too, which just added to the inventory of sensations I was going through. Then I felt something that changed most everything about my life. Rob began licking my hole. He was between my legs, behind me. I felt his tongue, already familiar with its size and shape, as he licked all around my opening, getting all the skin wetter. As active as her tongue had been in our kiss, his was busier. It flicked back and forth, here and there, wet with his saliva, coating me. Then he began pushing it into my ring, the crinkled entrance to me, wetting me and pushing me to open for him. Which, as it turns out, my body wanted. I relaxed, and his tongue slid inside my body. INSIDE MY BODY! His big hands were on each ass cheek now, his warmth almost burning me, massaging and rubbing and pulling and gripping. And my hole just kept getting wetter and wetter, as little rivulets of his saliva just kept streaming out of his mouth and onto, and then into, my hole. Mandy was muttering gibberish. Extraneous syllables, grunts and groans and moans and gasps. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth was wide open. And her pussy was leaking, like a sieve. My lips and mouth and chin and cheeks were coated in her secretions, slick and tangy. Then suddenly there was cool air on my hole. Rob had stopped licking me. Before I had time to wonder what he was going to do next, I heard the squelching sound of the sun block bottle again, and then the biggest coldest blob of liquid fell directly into my opening. It made my whole spine flex, the shock of it. If Mandy hadn't been holding my head to her pussy with a vise-like grip, I surely would have lost contact. My body jolted and jerked at the shock of it. And then the shock quadrupled, or more. He slid two of his big fingers into me, both of them rigid and thick and unyielding. Both of them went into me, right inside me, to their limit, without the slightest hesitation or difficulty. In one smooth solid movement, he pierced me. I felt full, even more than with one finger. I loved it! It immediately made me wonder if my level of joy would increase the more full I got. The two fingers slipped out, and came back in me again. Harder, this time. Then he spread his fingers, inside me, making my delicate channel expand. He was making a peace sign in my hole, and then slowly letting it go as he twisted and pulled them out of me. Another big blob of sun block, and his two fingers barrelled back into me, causing me to moan more and my back arched and I was more or less pushing back on his fingers, trying to get them into me further. My tongue jumped and flickered inside Mandy's pussy hole, which made her moan out loud. We were like a chain reaction. He'd slip in or out with his fingers, which would cause me to uncontrollably move my tongue inside her, which we'd all hear about immediately. For long minutes, we went on this way. Rob fingering me, me tonguing her, Mandy screaming and gasping. Then, after another cool blob of sun block fell into my wide-open ass, it was my turn to gasp. She held me head harder. I noticed it. She was pulling me into her cunt, demanding that I service her. His hands gently spread my bum cheeks. And then I felt it. His cock. His big, hard, rigid, pulsing cock. Right up against my hole. Right up against what some people might call my pussy hole, I thought. In all my secret dreams, my crazy desires, the most enticing and wild thoughts I'd ever pursued, before my night with Jatinder and since, I'd wondered, of course, what it would actually feel like to be made love to, by a man, to have a cock inside me. But I'd always dismissed those thoughts as silly, or wrong. I just couldn't imagine, in my limited viewpoint, ever going that way with another man. His cock, which I knew was at least two inches longer than mine but more importantly so much thicker, was poised at my hole. Touching me. Waiting for me, I wondered, to say yes or no? He folded his entire body forward, and I felt him place his torso on my back. His tummy folded over and above my buttocks, his chest hairs tickled my shoulder blades, and then I felt him kiss the back of my neck, softly, almost reverently. Mandy just kept moaning out moans, and occasional words, her eyes squeezed shut, a look of serious concentration on her face. Rob's mouth moved close to my left ear. I could feel his breath, on my cheeks. "Mattie," he whispered, "I'd love to make love to you. I want you to feel what it's like to be with a man, in the most beautiful feminine way." Then he paused. Then I felt his breath right next to my ear, close enough I could feel his lips as they moved. "But it has to be your choice. You have to want it. Do you? Do you want me inside of you?" For just a second, Mandy's grip on my head eased off, and I pulled my mouth away from her pussy. I ran my tongue over my lips, and slurped in some of the juices covering me. I remembered her words, from earlier on, about caring respectful lovers, and how anal sex could be pleasurable. He'd already made me feel so much, just in the last hour or so, and my brain overwhelmingly told me that I wanted to do the same for him. I knew my answer. "Please, Rob," I begged, "please make love to me." I turned my head enough to see his eyes. They were alive. Burning with energy. He gripped my hips, and slowly pushed the entire head of his cock into me, spreading me open, flaring me out, widening me more than his fingers had, much more. So much more. There were no slow-moving ripples of pain. My ring just began blasting with discomfort, radiating fire, and I was about to mewl out that it hurt, when Mandy pulled my mouth directly back into her pussy. I screamed into her hole. Rob started massaging my back again, long strong strokes from my ass to my shoulders, all the while whispering that the pain would go away, just give it a minute or two, I'd love it, trust him. I shouldn't have doubted him, or be shocked. He was right. About a minute later, the pressing sting I felt from my hole began to dissipate, slowly. Then it sped up. The whole time he'd kept himself still, his giant wet cockhead just inside me. His massaging of my back didn't stop, nor did his reassuring words. Her fingers were gripping and ungripping my hair and head. They were both waiting for what they knew would come. A minute or less later, and that amazing feeling of fullness that I'd gone through earlier became the dominant sensation. It was amazing. I HAD A COCK IN ME! I must have relaxed, or made some motion, or noise, that he knew would happen. Whatever it was, he heard his cue. Rob pushed more of himself into me. I got fuller. My reaction was immediate and visceral. I attacked her pussy. My slurping and sucking and licking and tonguing went from second gear to fifth, in a heartbeat. I dove into eating her, and she just started spewing out these loud shrieks of gibberish, most of it vowels. Her voice was huskier than ever, and louder than ever. And Rob kept pushing into me, slowly, stopping for a second whenever he felt that I needed to adjust. And again, maybe genetics play a part in things, I don't know, but once the initial crisis was over, I didn't feel any more pain. Just fullness. Then more fullness, deeper and more profound. And that fullness was a pleasure I'd never had before, never contemplated before, and I wondered why I'd denied myself this insane joy for so long. Quickly, there was a buzzing, vibrating feeling, deep inside me, like I had to pee, and pee soon! But I didn't pee. I just kept tremoring inside, and the more he pushed into me, the more I shook. The more I felt fantastic. When he was all the way inside me, when I felt his pelvis up against my ass cheeks, I yelled into her pussy. I screamed 'FUCK ME' multiple times, as everything in my nervous system gave itself over to being made love to, but with my face full of her, my tongue inside of her, it just came out as noise. But fuck me he did. Rob started slowly, withdrawing, until almost all of him was out of me, and then he pressed back in. It was exquisite. Then he did it again, and again, and again, each time increasing his tempo by just a hair. Thirty or forty more times, and he was at a pace he liked. Then he gripped my hips, hard, and began to fuck me. If I thought I was loud before, I set new personal records now. I screamed into her wet cunt, just emptied my lungs with each thrust in me. I'd had no idea how much my insides could move, how big I could get, how much I could expand, until now. Rob's cock, close to eight inches long but staggeringly thick, just kept pushing my limit, over and over and over and over again. And I kept eating Mandy's pussy. Mandy kept releasing her sticky juice into my mouth, and onto my face. Then, at one point, when I was teetering on the razor-thin edge of total loss of conscious thought, her ass started bouncing up and down on the lounge chair, pushing my face into her harder, and faster. Then she managed to scream out a coherent sentence. "EAT MY PUSSY! MAKE ME CUM, HONEY!" Rob took that as another cue, and began pummeling me. Barreling his cock into my ass. Pistoning his meat into my innards. Coating the insides of my pussy with his never-ending spew of pre-cum, which I could feel. And then he got really serious, and just started fucking the living shit out of me. And I was helping him! Holy moley! I was bucking my ass back towards him, without thinking about it, trying to get more of him inside me, amazed and awed and enriched by the sensations inside me, the fullness, the stretching and expanding of all those membranes and nerve endings, riding his cock as he slammed me. Tripping on just the feelings generated by his meaty thighs slamming into my ass cheeks. His voice was loud now too, a deep crying pleading tone, and he just kept repeating the same words over and over again. "Mattie...Mattie...Mattie...so beautiful...so beautiful...Mattie..." I clamped down on her clit, the giant bud waiting there for me. My lips grabbed it by the base and pulled it, and the tip of my tongue went batshit on the tip of it. She screamed. "MAKE ME CUM!" Two or three seconds later, and she did. She sprayed me. She gushed, like a geyser. My entire face was covered in her. A huge drop went right into my eye, which stung. I reacted by freezing, I guess, which meant my pussy ring gripped onto Rob's cock, and his voice went up an octave, for just a start, and then he began machine-gun screwing me, rapid-fire, total balls-to-the-wall, staccato riveting me, finally burying his entire length in my pussy and moaning out the most plaintive howl, as he pumped his cum into the depths of me. I could feel his wetness, spurting into my deepest parts, into my core. Into the very depths of me. I felt my whole lower body cramp up, and then lurch, and for a second I thought I might be having a heart attack, everything inside me seizing, my brain going crazy, worrying about dying, thinking that I was only twenty-one, still young, and I still hadn't actually done anything on my bucket list yet, and despite the sudden bursting of my consciousness and sexuality already underway this afternoon I STILL hadn't gotten a blowjob yet. And then everything inside me just exploded, went molten hot, a massive ball of energy gathered and circled and swirled and hinked and jinked and then blasted out through my penis. It felt like trying to stuff a bowling ball through a drinking straw. I passed out. Fade to black. When I woke, I was in a bed. There was still daylight outside, but it seemed less than before. My head was groggy, and confused for a bit. Where was I? How did I get here? Why did my ass feel so sore? I slid my hand down my side, and over my buttock, and went to touch the area, like all of us do when we're sore. But, expecting skin, instead the tip of my finger touched something rubbery, and flexible. My eyes shot open. I ran more fingers over the area. There was a disc, I could tell, thin and round. Connected to something inside me, in my hole. I felt movement on the bed, and looked up to see Mandy kneeling on it, wearing a big fluffy white robe, like you get in fancy hotels, leaning over to me, a grin so big it was practically lighting up the room. "It's a butt plug, honey," she said, and then kissed me, gently, one little delicious tap on my mouth. "Inside of me?" I asked. She giggled. "Oh, about four inches inside of you. You've been through a pretty shocking time, you know, for all the skin and muscles and membranes down there," she crinkled her nose, "so I slipped a plug into you, to help you to ease on back to normal a little easier." I thanked her. I had no way of knowing if she was right, but so far she'd been right about most things, and she was obviously a sexual person and had maybe even done what I'd just done with Rob. Maybe more than once. She was his wife, after all. And like she had my whole life, she radiated love and warmth for me. So I trusted her. It didn't occur to me not to. "Plus," she laughed, "it's keeping all of Rob's swimmers up inside you. If you were a woman you might be pregnant! Wouldn't that be a hoot?" I giggled. "Would it make my boobs grow?" She smiled down at me. It was a mix of love, and pride, and happiness. And a little exotic lust thrown in for good measure. And then, slowly, all that became concerned, and caring. "How are you, honey?" she asked, slowly. "I know that was probably a lot of firsts for you, out there on the patio. You scared us half to death, Matthew, passing out like that. Rob carried you in here, in his arms, like a man carrying his bride across the threshold, and we put you to bed while we contemplated phoning 911, but then you moaned and smiled and told us you loved us and then went back to sleep, and we knew you were probably okay. And I know you've learned a whole lot of new things today, about yourself, and your sexuality, and about us too. Right?" I nodded at her. "That's a whole lotta things going on, for anyone to process. And there is no wrong answer, honey. Tell me truthfully, okay? Level with me. Are you okay with everything that's happened today? All the love we shared? If you're worried about how we feel, then don't. We both loved it, more than you can know. We really did. And we'd love to go on learning about each other, and loving each other. We surely would." She looked at me, and I believed her more than anything I'd ever believed in my whole life. "Because this can be whatever you want it to be. Rob and I love you too much to risk our friendship. This could be just a one-time afternoon fling, perhaps, a brief exploration of your sexual boundaries. Or it could be something more on-going, if you're interested. And you don't have to decide today, Matthew, not at all. Just know that we love you, honey, and we want you to happy." "Thank you." "So," she grinned, "tell me honestly, after all that fun, how do you really feel? Deep down. Inside." I answered with the only word I could think of. "Wonderful." Her eyes lit up more. "You're sure, honey? Scouts Honor?" I nodded. "You swear, one sexy cocksucker to another?" She burst out with a laugh, husky and throaty and inspired. I laughed too. "I swear. It was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. It feels like I've lived in a coma, or something like it, my whole life, and now I've finally woken up and everything is real, and staggering, and crystal clear. It's like, I don't know, it's like being re-born. That's the only way I can describe it." "Hallelujah, honey!" Then she wriggled her thin eyebrows up and down twice, and her eyes opened wide, and she beamed a big smile at me. "Wanna play dress-up with me?" "What's dress-up?" I asked. Mandy laughed out loud. "It's where we get to be sexy as hell!" She grabbed my hand, and guided me out of the bed. My legs were a little bit wobbly, but a few steps in and I found my rhythm. She led me through the giant bedroom suite and into the master bath. It was enormous. It had vaulted ceilings, and skylights. It had warm tile floors, and granite countertops that went on for a mile. There was a glassed-in shower, big enough for a crowd of people. Or a small jazz band. There were mirrors everywhere. She stopped us in front of one, and turned me to look at our reflections. "Honey, look at yourself, and tell me what you see." I saw me. Dishevelled, certainly. A glistening sheen of dried cum covering my lower belly and groin. A distinct redness to my skin, from the sun. "I see me." She shook her head. "What you see is a beautiful person, a loving person. A sexual person. You see an adult, who is now just beginning your journey in life. You see someone who is alive, and living that life to the fullest. You see," she paused, "the real you, the sensual you." Her words hit me hard. "The sexual you." Her voice became soft, and quiet. "The bisexual you." She stressed the 'bi' syllable. I gasped. "The truth," she whispered, "shall set you free." I just looked at my face, my mind conjuring up the images and reliving everything that had happened since I walked in the front door of their mansion. A cascade of excitement, like I was suddenly electric, different visual and neural images flashing in and out. Mandy's body. Rob's kiss. His cock, which I had wanted to suck so badly, and did, though only briefly. I saw her flowing pussy, bald and wet and tangy. His hands, on my hips, as he pulled me into him, as he pushed his cock into me, making love to me, fucking me, doubling the intensity of each stroke and doubling our mutual pleasure. Me, being fucked by a man. Me, with my face in between her thighs, eating her pussy, while her husband was behind me and above me, losing himself in his moans, while fucking me senseless. Fucking me. Another man. Then I thought, yes of course, another man. What's wrong with that? NOTHING! How could anything be wrong with two people being sexual, being open, and being free, with each other? I may have been born a male, but now that I'd experienced being on the receiving end of a cock, I realized being born male didn't mean I couldn't have feminine qualities. Or feminine attributes. Feminine feelings, perhaps, and urges. AND I HAD LOVED IT! Everything I'd ever secretly fantasized about, in the dark of night, and then repressed, my whole life, had wonderfully just reappeared and come true. All those completely honest and yet chillingly erotic dreams and fantasies, immediately labelled as wrong, morally, and pushed away, hidden from the world, now acted upon. It struck me as almost a metamorphosis. From average guy to liberated and sexual, from boring to unleashed, in the blink of an eye. I came back to the now, and gazed at her in the mirror. Her look was tender, and loving. "Welcome to the real world, honey," she breathed out, "where we work really hard at playing really hard. We know what passion is and we apply it to everything. Our families. Our jobs. Our support of others, our giving. And most importantly, our commitment to having really good sexy fun! All day and every day!" The loop in my head continued, all these flashes of erotic images tumbling and rippling away. I am bisexual. I am. I considered it for a moment. "What if I'm gay?" I wondered. Mandy laughed. "Well, duh, there'd be nothing wrong with that at all, honey," she paused, "but, um, speaking as someone whose pussy you did in fact eat, that would be a genuine shame for women everywhere!" She laughed again. "You, my young sexy friend, are really good at that. At eating pussy. And kissing too. You've got a very talented mouth and tongue there, honey." I giggled. Images of being between her legs came back to me, the sight- line up and over the curve of her belly, her fantastic tits bouncing up and down and side to side as she shook and quivered just before she soaked me in her cum. Moments ahead of her husband ramming his long thick cock into my ass, as far as he could, filling and expanding me like I'd never imagined, and then trying for more, holding himself in me while he groaned and screamed and started bucking his sperm into my ass. And then I remembered the whole blacking out thing. "Seriously, honey," she said, stepping closer, "we don't put limitations on ourselves. No one can predict your future, least of all you. And why would you want to, anyway? Life is about each new moment, finding joy, concentrating on those things that send your soul flying. Don't try to predict anything. Just open your mind to the possibilities." "The possibilities?" I asked. She nodded at me in the mirror. "Let your passions and your desires and your lusts, your joie de vivre, as the French say, let it all take you where they take you, through your entire life. Love often. Love men. Love women. Both. None. Whatever you like. It's entirely up to you, how you feel, what you're desires are, what turns you on, at any given moment." She made sense, so I nodded. "But," she smiled, "it's also fair to say with certainty that you are most definitely bisexual. And I say that with pride, honey. It's the most natural way to be. The best way. No biases. No silly moral bullshit. You love people. All people. You have the capacity and the nature to give and receive pleasure with anyone, regardless of their gender. You're not held back by the stupid mostly-religious rules people put on things. Love, Matthew. It's all about love. Celebrate your love. The spiritual love, of course, but equally the physical acts of love. Whichever ones you're inclined to do, from day to day. It's in your nature. It's who you are." I nodded again. Everything she'd said was true. I knew it. Then she grinned, like a lioness. Radiant, and fiercely. "And from what I saw, I'd say with confidence that you're a bisexual who really enjoys being on the bottom with another man." It took my new, enlightened brain about a second and a half to swat away my rational, societal-induced brain and recognize the truth. "You're right. I'm bisexual. I've seen what it means, now, and I can't imagine going back to being limited, to just being, you know, straight." She nodded. I looked at myself in the mirror. Studying myself. "I'm bisexual." "Yes, you are," she agreed. "And, tell the truth now, honey," she said, again in her conspiratorial voice, "how did you enjoy wearing the bikini bottoms? Did they send little ripples of erotic thrills through you, constantly? Did you feel how sexy it is to wear something like that? Deep down?" My new, enlightened brain was far faster at answering that one. "It felt divine. I mean, I loved it. I've never had those kinds of feelings before. Or maybe I did, and just never recognized them. The softness, the silkiness, the way the fabric moulded to me! I'd never considered, you know, cross-dressing before, but..." She interrupted me. "Not even with Jatinder?" Once again, in a heartbeat I was taken back to that night, nearly a decade ago. How smooth his body was. How brown and exotic his skin color was. His lips, soft and full and how it just felt right kissing him, my arms eventually wrapping around him, our bodies coming together. "We both just had our underwear on, that's it." Mandy nodded. "Imagine how you might have felt if you'd been wearing some sexy panties, or even better, sexy lingerie all over, and makeup, from head to toe a delicious feminine lover." I closed my eyes. I remembered. "While we were kissing, we hugged each other, and held each other. I remember how naturally he fell in between my open legs, and how we rubbed ourselves together." "In your tighty-whities?" she asked. I nodded. "That's called frottage." I opened my eyes. "It's called what?" "Frottage," she said. "Rubbing your groins together like that, it's called frottage." I stood there, looking at her reflection, and thinking about how amazing it had been to 'frottage' with Jatinder. At the time he was slightly taller than me, and wider than me, so I had by nature fallen into what I guessed would be called the feminine role. We were holding each other, yes, but his arms were more around me, almost protecting me. And my legs had spread, and his were in between mine. And I was holding him there, crossing my ankles behind his back and pulling him to me. I'd never considered the male/female, masculine/feminine dynamic before. I'd immediately fallen into the feminine, with Jatinder. And with Rob and Mandy too. It just seemed right. It just seemed real. It just seemed natural. I looked at her, with far more interest now than a few minutes ago. "What kind of dress-up were you thinking of, for me?" I asked, nervous anticipation filling me. I began to see clothes, in my head, from my two decades of movies and magazines and porn. Sexy clothes. Soft clothes, lacy clothes, delicate underthings, a jumble of cascading pictures, all of them girly, and all of them appealing to me like nothing ever had been before. Mandy smiled at me, big time. "Well, that's up to you, honey. How do you feel? What kind of statement would you like to make? I'm just assuming you might like to wear some more women's clothes, because of earlier. But it's up to you. I'm not here to push you in any direction. If you're feeling more masculine now, wear something of Rob's." I turned and looked at his side of their walk-in closet. Shirts and jackets and pants and ties and belts and shoes. They all seemed to scream 'Rob', and while I had no doubt they were all of the finest materials, they just didn't say anything to me. Her side of the closet, on the other hand, looked so sexy, and delectable. It made my heart race. It made my blood swirl faster through my veins. It excited me, and drew me in. It seemed to promise more sheer unabashed fun than any Christmas present. Ever. Blouses, skirts, dresses, heels, and drawers already opened showing panties and bras and slips and hosiery, all of it was like a magnet. "I was thinking..." An hour later, I was ready. She'd sent me into the shower, to clean up. She'd covered me in some hair-removal cream, and let it do its magic. She'd introduced me to something called an anal douche, which is a long prong that goes up inside you connected to a squeeze bottle, for cleaning yourself out. The mixture of Rob's sperm and the sun block and whatever was in my bowels naturally was, frankly, rude and disgusting, but a second and then third use of it and everything ran out clear, and clean. Smooth as a baby's butt and clean inside and out, Mandy began humming to herself as she sifted through drawers in her closet. It was like she was shopping, for two. She seemed to have a very definitive idea of what she wanted herself to look like, whereas for me she was making it up as she went along. She wore a garment called a bustier. It's like a stretched-out bra, going down her torso almost to her belly button. The bra cups were three-quarters lace, and you could see her areolas through the material. It looked deliciously sinful, and sexual. And her nipples were huge. As hard as I'd ever seen on any woman. I remembered sucking on one of them, earlier, nibbling on it, biting it, out on the deck. Just before I ate her pussy. Just before she practically choked me to death with her juices. Her bustier was a deep royal blue, and satiny, and it shimmered in the light, and she added matching panties, garter belt and stockings. Then she slipped into some sexy shoes, also a solid deep blue, with what had to be four or five inch heels. She towered over me. She looked amazing. Unbelievable. She looked sexier and more feminine and more womanly than I had ever seen anyone achieve before, online porn or not. She made me hard, standing there, smooth and hairless and clean as a whistle. That did not go unnoticed. "Looks to me," she said, giggling, "like there's no worries for you about being exclusively gay." She pointed at my erection. I laughed, defensively. "I can't help it," I said, "you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Her look of playfulness turned to one of love, again. She came to me, taller by at least three inches, and slid her hands to both sides of my face. Then she lowered her head, and kissed me. Softly. Sensuously. Smoulderingly. I thought I might just cum again, from her kiss. I shuddered. She backed off the kiss, and looked at me. I couldn't tell her thoughts at first. Until she grinned, in that deliciously sexy conspiratorial way. "Honey," she cooed, "I'm sorry." "For what?" I asked. She giggled. "I just realized you still haven't had your cock sucked, have you?" I looked down at myself. I was harder than I've ever been, bobbing with my breathing motions, covered in my own precum. "No." And then she dashed my hopes. She laughed. Not derisively, or meanly. Playfully. "Let's get you ready first, okay?" She led me to a chair in front of a mirror. She showed me how to put lipstick on, and then gloss, and how to apply just a small amount of powder for my face, to blend out any freckles or nicks or imperfections, and then some color for my cheekbones, and then some powdery rust-red eye shadow, topped off with some eyeliner and mascara, to bring out my lashes. She led me into the sexiest pair of panties I've ever seen. They were black, and lacy, and were more or less a v-shaped sling for my penis and balls. Not quite a G-string, since the straps were thicker and not stringy, they were meant to ride up high, on the hips. On a woman's hips. Mine, as it turned out, weren't as pronounced as Mandy's, since she had the hourglass figure and I didn't, but the effect on my body was almost the same. They looked hot. Then she slowly slid some sheer black silk stockings up my legs. They stopped close to the top of my thighs, and were held up with bands of lace elastic. They clung to me like a second skin, and created the most sensual gap of pale skin between the stockings and the panties. They just shouted out the word "sexy"! Mandy apologized for not having a bra that would fit me. Hers were all much too big for my frame, she explained, and the cups of her bras would just look empty on me. She wished she had an A-cup bra, a push-up kind, for me, that would look sexy and actually give me cleavage, and I mentally made a promise to myself to find a way to get one. Or ten. She found a black robe for me, almost knee-length, with sleeves that came down just past my elbows, sheer enough that you could see my panties and thigh-highs underneath, but dark enough to almost look like a little black dress. It was lighter than any fabric I'd ever felt before, and when it settled on my shoulders it felt like nothing at all, like I wasn't wearing anything. It felt like how clothes should feel. Boy clothes had substance, they had heft and weight. All the women's clothes I'd worn so far today felt like a whisper. They felt like satisfaction. It blew my mind up, making me realize that there are pleasures to be found in this world far beyond my previous imagination. I was loving wearing women's clothes! Before she'd let me see how I looked, by keeping me away from any mirrors, she sat me down again and brought out a pair of shoes for me. They were black, and almost nothing more than the sole of the shoe, with two tiny straps running over the toes and one tied just under the ankle, and three-inch heels. Again, she spent a few seconds apologizing, since these were expensive shoes meant for her and her feet were a little bit smaller than mine. She told me they'd probably be tight on me. She was right. But they weren't so tight that I felt cramped, or in pain. They seemed to just be the form-fitting extension of my own feet. Except now I was being supported by little thin stiletto heels. When she got me to stand up, my left ankle shook and teetered so much I fell back in the chair again. It took two more tries until I could stand, and balance without falling over. The first step she made me do scared the crap out of me. I felt like there was no way I could ever get the hang of this, that these shoes were designed to hurt me, designed to not let men wear them. We didn't know how to walk in these things. I mean, I'd never had any experience, or training. Mandy worked with me, holding my hands, gently guiding me and encouraging me, like she had all day long. She was my guru. She'd encouraged and convinced me to do so much already today: kiss her husband, kiss her, wear women's clothes, and then go right into the ballistic areas of my new life: sucking cock, eating pussy, and getting fucked. Being made love to, by a man, his cock in me, his semen in me. I trusted her. Finally, after ten minutes or more walking tentatively around the walk- in closet, I began to understand things. Stick out my chest, as if I had breasts. Lead with my groin, using my ass stuck out for balance. Let the stiletto heel touch the ground and then shift all my weight onto the toe, during each step. The click of the heels on the floor was sharp, and enticing. The fact that I could look down and see what I was wearing just made it so much more satisfying. And when Mandy guided me back to the full-length mirror, after she'd run some sort of product through her fingers and then brushed at my hair, I moaned out loud, in joy and surprise, and longing. I looked fantastic! Long sexy legs, silky delicious panties covering my sex, smooth milky- white skin, my nipples and areolas a deep red and obvious on my breasts, the feminine silk robe, gauzy and flowing as I moved, and my made-up face, womanly and attractive. My worries that I'd look like an ugly man wearing makeup disappeared. I looked like a feminine sexual creature, striking and proud and celebratory. "Wow." Mandy stood my side, now the same height as me, and nodded with me. "I know, right?" she asked. "You're a natch, honey!" "A natch?" I asked. "Short for natural. You've already proven you're a sexy bi bottom, and now you see just how girly you can look. My god, honey," she paused, "if this is your true self, your true nature, you're going to have to fight them off with a stick." I giggled. "Fight who off?" "Horny bi and gay men, that's who! And probably a whole lot of straight ones too." I full-out laughed. "And truly enlightened women," she added, "like me." I turned to look at her. "You think I'm hot?" She stood back and examined me from tip to toes. "I think you're the sexiest thing I've seen in a long long time." I swelled with pride at that, and turned back to admire myself in the mirror. "And Rob," she continued, "is going to take one look at you and go crazy. You'll be lucky if he doesn't just throw you down on the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you silly!" We both giggled at that. "That sounds like fun," I said, because it did. She grabbed my hand, and interlaced her fingers in mine. I looked down and noticed her nails, which were a deep scarlet red in colour, and shaped perfectly. I suddenly wished I could get a manicure, and a pedicure too, for that matter. Mandy beamed at me. "Let's go give Rob a heart attack!" We walked out of their master bedroom and down the long hall to the main living area. Music was playing, soft jazz. I heard a couple of sounds as we walked which led me to understand that Rob was in the kitchen, doing something with dishes and cutlery. Our heels went click-click click-click as we came into view, and were loud enough that he turned his head to look at us. He was still magnificent. His back was to us. He was naked, his body tanned all over, his glutes round and muscular. There was a thin strip of cloth around his neck, and one around his back. So he wasn't completely naked. He was wearing an apron. "Ta-da!" Mandy called out. I'd never seen someone's eyes pop open like that before. He turned towards us, and I giggled at the words on his apron. Kiss the cook. I swelled with pride, knowing that I'd already done that. And it was the best kissing of my life! His penis hung down again, just as big as the first time I'd seen it, when it was still flaccid. We could see its shape, behind the fabric of the apron. Just like in the speedo, earlier. Before the events of this afternoon. Before I'd kissed his cock, and licked his cock, and sucked his cock into my mouth. Before I'd tasted his precum, and marvelled at its deliciousness. Before he'd lubed my ass up, slowly and lovingly, and then changed my existence. Before he'd made love to me. Before he'd fucked me. Man, he had a great cock. It jumped and rose, when he saw us. He had a spatula in his right hand, and there were some bowls on the counter near him that had what looked like a salad in them, with something grilled on top that looked like chicken. Rob's jaw dropped open. He dropped the spatula. His eyes kept bouncing back and forth, from his gorgeous sexy wife to me. Dressed in lingerie, and a sheer robe, and heels, with my hair fluffed out and my lips a vibrant red, and my eyes popping. The person he'd made love to, just a short time ago. The younger man he'd just unleashed himself into, fucking me with a passionate fury I could never fathom generating on my own, if I was the one doing the fucking. And the amazing part is, I had so easily fallen, willingly, into the receiving role, the taking role. A male. By birth. But, as it turned out, with an abundance of femininity. Me. Mattie. He started to say something, and then stopped. We'd stunned him into silence. His cock kept getting bigger, and instead of pointing straight down now was creeping upwards in angle. I couldn't wait to touch it again. And kiss it. And suck it. And this time swallow his cum. Then again, my brain reasoned, if he wanted to penetrate me again instead, to mount me, to service me, well, who was I to deny him that which he yearned for? Especially when I just knew it would make me feel so amazing at the same time. Better, and unlike anything I'd ever known. Rob walked to us, his cock rising. Mandy giggled and I watched her watching him bob and weave. When he got closer to us, he stopped. He looked at me, hard. Seriously. Appraising me. From the top of my hair and then slowly down my face, my body, my penis encased in the softest panties, my legs long and sexy, sheer black stockings glinting in the lights, and sexy heels. Then he travelled all the way back up again. Just like on the patio. Then he turned to look at his wife. Their eyes met, and their love for each shone, wordlessly. They communicated on that intimate level for a few moments, and I watched as her breathing increased, and her nipples began to shoot out, looking like small golf tees, and then I saw him silently say "I love you" to her. She nodded, with pride, her smile gloriously huge, and mouthed the same thing back to him. Then he turned and looked at me. His face was mature, and studious, and yet alive, and glowing. His energy was positively throbbing out of him, I could feel his passion. And his elation, I realized. "I love you", he silently mouthed to me. I said it out loud, immediately. "I love you. Both of you." Then he stepped forward again, and took Mandy into his arms, and leaned down and kissed her. Her left arm wrapped around him, and she kissed him back. Her right hand kept hold of my left hand. She squeezed it a little harder as he kissed her, sharing the moment with me. Their kiss was long and moist and tender and romantic and quite possibly the most honest expression between two people I'd ever seen. A minute or two later, he turned to me, and swept me up in his arms. And kissed me, the same way. I felt Mandy stroking me, and knew she was doing the same thing to him. When we broke our kiss, he held me in his arms, and we just stared into each other's eyes. His were infused with joy and warmth. "Mattie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful. I...I...I don't often find myself speechless, but I don't know what to say." I think I was more nervous than I'd ever been. "Do you...do you..?" I stammered. "What, Mattie, what?" he asked. "Do you like it? Do you like me dressed like this?" I felt his cock rise yet again, hindered somewhat by the apron. He stared at me, deep through my eyes into my soul. "More than words can say," he whispered. "More than anything. I can't believe it, getting to make love to you and now seeing you like this, so sexy, so feminine, so fucking gorgeous." I smiled at him, happier I think than I'd ever been. "Thank you," he continued, "thank you for this afternoon. Thank you for sharing your love and your tenderness with me. With us. You're fantastic! I had hoped, well, we had hoped to get to know you better today, to explore this feeling that we had that you might be receptive to expanding your outlook on life, seeing relationships in a different way. I'd thought you might enjoy increasing the intimacy between us, all of us. Only in our wildest dreams did we even consider that it would go so far as to you making love with us. But," he paused, his smile getting bigger, "it was the best! I had no idea it would work out so fucking great!" All three of us laughed. "And now," he said, "look at you. Look at the both of you. Two completely outstanding visions of femininity and sensuality, and all for me! How lucky can one man get?" Mandy answered for me. "Play your cards right, mister, and you'll find out." I nodded my agreement. We all stood, silently. Gazing at each other. Occasionally touching each other, gentle supportive caresses and rubs. "Do you like it?" he asked, "do you? Expressing yourself in those clothes? Does it turn you on to show your girly side?" I looked at him, seriously. "More than words can say, Rob." His smile was priceless. "And, as far as being made love to, I don't know that there are even words that could describe how grateful I am, that you showed me parts of myself I barely knew existed, and showed me moments of physical love that I'd never dreamed possible. It doesn't even compare, this day of mine, to any other day in my life." And we just kept looking at each other. "So, you two wanted to talk to me about a job?" I asked. Mandy laughed out loud. Rob laughed too, and then nodded towards the kitchen island. "On the counter over there is a blue binder, with your name on it. Inside is a contract from the Foundation, offering you the position of 'Graphic Design/Event Coordinator', a full-time position of course, with the complete package of benefits including health and dental, pension, profit-sharing and bonuses, etcetera, and a salary that starts you at fifty-five thousand a year." He let me go, and I walked over to the island, swaying my hips without even thinking about it, the way I'd seen Mandy walk, all slow and languid movements. I could feel both of them watching me. "The Foundation employs sixteen people," Rob said, and then paused, "well, seventeen should you accept. We've always prided ourselves in hiring people who are capable, intelligent, and passionate, and after the board unanimously approved creating the position, you were our first choice, Mattie. Everyone who knows you has seen you become a truly beautiful person, inside and out. Your honesty, your drive, your integrity, your stick-to-itiveness, your can do attitude, your smile," he paused, and beamed at me, "that smile, and those eyes, they light up the room, Mattie." I blushed. I couldn't think of a thing to say. "Mattie," he said, again. Then he shook his head slightly. "At this moment, seeing you, right here, now," he softly said, "the way you're dressed, those clothes, oh my goodness so sexy, knowing you, as I've come to know you, emotionally and physically, and yes, sexually, I'm having some trouble now actually calling you Mattie. I don't mean to offend, and believe me I promise of course to call you by whatever name or pronoun you prefer, but right now...um..." Mandy filled in the brief silence. "You don't look like a Mattie anymore, honey." I laughed out loud, and took two steps to my right, where I could see my reflection again, in a hallway mirror. I studied how I looked. Poofy hair, makeup, lipstick, sexy clothes, panties, stockings, heels. I absolutely loved every inch of it, every fibre of it, and couldn't imagine taking any of it off, for fear of switching off the fire inside me. The tremors, deep in me, bubbling with energy and passion and lust. The first image of anyone I'd ever known or seen who I even might remotely resemble just popped into my head. I turned back to look at them. "Yvonne." They both spoke at the exact same time. "Yvonne?" I nodded. "You know the meteorologist on the local news? The late night one? I forget her last name. Anyway, don't you think I look like her now? A little? And I've always liked her style, the way she dresses, ultra feminine. So I think I'll call myself by her name." Rob's big deep voice hit me. "Yvonne." The way he said it made me shiver. It made my penis twitch in my panties. "Yvonne, as I was saying, we've all seen your great design work, your computer stuff. You've done projects for us, as well as other events, and both Mandy and I have always found your ideas and visuals unique, you really draw our eyes. We need some new ideas for our campaigns. You're the perfect choice for us. And some of the time you'll be doing what you've already done for us for years. Event coordinating. Except this time you'll be getting paid for your efforts. We couldn't have achieved nearly the same amount of good work over the years if it wasn't for volunteers like you, and Emily too, of course, which is why we hired her last year." I knew my sister loved them, and loved working for them. She'd told me a few times that they were the best bosses, and she wouldn't trade her job for anybody else's. It was part of the reason I was so excited to come here today, to get even the discussion of working for them. "I accept." Rob smiled, but it was tinged with seriousness. "No, not yet. Before you do," he paused, "would you allow me some words? Could we sit for a while, and share a drink? There are some aspects of the offer that need explaining, or at least defining, in light of our relationship, the way our relationship has changed today." It sounded reasonable. "I'm also going to suggest that we all eat something first. After what just happened," he paused, looking at me and grinning from ear to ear, "the way you drained me, I, for one, feel the need to keep my strength up." Before we ate, though, we just stood and gazed upon each other. Mandy, the sexiest sultriest woman I'd ever know. Rob, handsome, masculine, and with a throbbing hard cock now, under his apron. And me, little old me. Boring as a male. Feeling completely and diametrically the opposite now. Sexy. Feminine. Attractive. Horny. We stood around the huge island in the kitchen and ate Caesar salads with grilled chicken. It was delicious. Rob knew his way around the grill. Nobody said much of anything. We just looked at each other, and smiled, and sipped at the glasses of champagne Rob had laid out for us. After the food, we shared a joint of marijuana. I'd smoked lots in high school, so it wasn't a new thing for me. But their stuff was potent, and all three of us were feeling no pain a few minutes later. We sank into their huge sectional sofa. I pulled my legs up, and slid them underneath myself. Mandy noticed, and grinned at me. Rob noticed her grinning and then he plopped himself down right next to me, between her and me, and he stuck out both of his arms. His two 'girls' each scooted closer to him, both of us taking up his shoulders to rest our heads. His cock was about halfway between flaccid and erect. "Yvonne," Rob said, "do you know what an NDA is?" I'd heard the letters before. "A Non-Disclosure Agreement?" "Right in one. In my world, in business, I would normally ask you to sign an NDA before we even began our conversation. It's precautionary, is all. It shows we're both serious, and that whatever the nature of our discussion, that the details will remain firmly between us. Both of us will guarantee not to talk about it afterwards with anybody else." I looked up at him. "You want me to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement about the job offer?" Rob shook his head. "No," he said, with finality. "I bring it up purely to let you know that under normal circumstances that kind of reasonable and binding document would be used, for both of our benefits." Mandy jumped in. "What Rob means is that what we talk about here today stays between the three of us, honey." I nodded at both of them. "I understand. Of course." Rob squeezed me with his arm, and pulled me closer. Close enough that, looking up at him, with his head turned he could kiss me, if he wanted to. He wanted to. It was soft and gentle, and sweet. It tasted of a shared appreciation for events passed, and a delicious teasing of future possible events. Mandy pretended to clear her throat. Rob stopped kissing me, and looked at her, in the crook of his other arm. "Sorry, darling," he whispered, and leaned over to kiss her. They kissed for a bit, and then she broke away, leaned over his chest, and kissed me. Lipstick on lipstick. Three kisses, shared amongst us. Rob's hand caressed my back, and made me feel warm, and protected, and safe. Mandy's hand stretched across his tummy and rubbed my thigh, her delicate touch sending jolts of excitement through me whether she touched bare skin or whether she touched the stockings on my legs. I'd never known such intimacy, and such joy. "Okay, let me talk about some things." I nodded. "You were invited here today because we want to offer you this position. Period. We'd hoped and believed that you would say yes. At the same time, because we do know you, and admire you, and have always had personal feelings for you, we'd hoped," he paused, "prayed, even, that we could get to know you better as well, on a far more personal level. Best case scenario, on an intimate level. Both of us," he pointed at Mandy, "but most especially me, have for many years been attracted to you, your vitality, your capacity for joy, and your genuine honest sexy humanity. Your beauty, inside and out." I looked at Mandy, and she nodded and smiled softly. "For me personally, I'd hoped that the vibe I've always felt about you was correct." I looked at him, surprise no doubt registering on my face. "Vibe?" He nodded. "From time to time, I get vibes from people. We all do, don't we? Sometimes you meet people, and something about them puts you off, or attracts you. Without trying, you just come to some sort of understanding about them, that they're excited, or sad, or confused, or na?ve, or elated, or any number of things. Maybe even things they don't know about themselves. Do you know what I mean?" "Yes. I do. Like you two. I've known you both since I was in kindergarten, and I've always felt safe and loved around you, that you were the kindest, most caring people. I know now the word is liberated. You both have shown me that." "My vibe about you has for some time been quite passionate, and sexual as well. It's been a long time since I've shared that part of myself with anyone, Yvonne," he said, and smiled, "and if you'd told me that I would get to live my wildest dearest sexual fantasy today I probably would have called you nuts. And yet it happened, so naturally, so organically. We were three people enjoying the outdoors and each other's company, and everyone was open and honest and giving, and we became lovers. Three people expressing their love of life and their love of each other in the most beautiful kinds of expression. Passion." He looked at Mandy, and shared that same intimate look from before. Then he looked at me the same way. "I'm so happy it happened. I hope you are too. But you need to know, Yvonne, that the job at the Foundation is yours, if you want it, and it has nothing to do with our intimacy." I nodded. I knew. "And seeing you like this, dressed as you are, so, so feminine, and sexy, and exotic. You're touching me inside, Yvonne. I can only hope you're feeling even one-tenth the joy I am." "Rob," my voice cracked, "I'm feeling more joy than I can put into words. I was telling Mandy, I feel like I've been, I don't know, reborn. It's as if before today, everything I thought I knew about life was like wearing blinders. I couldn't see what real pleasure was, outside my narrow view." I looked at both of them, trying to radiate my gratitude to them for helping me see. "Thank you both, so much!" The three of us grinned and beamed at each other. "But," I asked, tentatively, "how did you know I would, you know, let loose, like I did? How did you know I'd be, um, that it would turn out that I am bisexual? Mandy answered for him. "We didn't know any such thing, honey. We just thought you might be into some fun. Honestly, we hoped that you'd be open to the idea. Worst case scenario, we assumed, was that you wouldn't be interested in anything other than the relationship we've had for years as friends, and that would have been perfectly fine too. We never want to lose that. And, well, there's another piece of information we need to give to you, before you accept the job. Information that helped us, that led us to believe that you were a seething smoldering cauldron of bisexual passion waiting to be unleashed on the world." Her words made us all giggle, but I couldn't even imagine what she was alluding to. "As far as whether you might be someone who might be bisexual, deep down inside, and not even know it, like Rob said, we've both felt that vibe from you for years. But also, if we're being honest, and truthful, we had some help on that." "Help? From who?" Mandy's look softened, and became like a warm blanket, soothing and gentle. "Don't be upset, promise?" I nodded, even though I didn't know why. "We got help in that regard from Emily." "My sister?" They both nodded. "She told us about the night you spent with Jatinder," Mandy admitted. I was flooded with shock. How could she know his name? I never mentioned it. "How could she have helped you?" "First," she said, getting serious, "you should understand that Emily loves you, and always has. She's often spoken highly of you, of your artistic abilities, and your kindness. She's very proud that you're her brother. And the truth is," she paused, finding the right words, "well, I might as well just say it, Emily and I have developed a very special, very close relationship." The way she was smiling was mischievous. "Close? How close?" I asked. "As close and as special as you and Rob have become." I felt my heart stop. "And we've talked about you from time to time." My mind went blank. Did she just...? Mandy saw the light bulb go on over my head, and nodded. "Emily and I are lovers. We seduced each other months ago." My eyebrows shot up. "What? You seduced each other?" "Yeah," Mandy laughed, "she thought she was seducing the unsuspecting sexy older woman, and I thought I was seducing the unsuspecting sexy young woman. As it turned out, we seduced each other." Then she stared at me, and grinned from ear to ear. "You're not the only one in your family who likes to eat my pussy, Yvonne." I was flabbergasted "Does that mean...?" "NO!" she almost shouted. "Let's not go near any other kinds of fantasies. And no, it does not mean Rob and I conspired to collect the whole box set. Rob is right, he hasn't been with anyone like you in a long time, and we both know he's missed it. He's got so much loving to give, and it's been forever since he's known someone who is vibrant, and passionate, and full of life. Those are qualities you and your sister share. For Emily, it meant realizing something she'd been dreaming and fantasizing about her entire life. It doesn't mean she's any less devoted to her boyfriend, or to anyone else. It just means that we enjoy spending time together as well, laughing and loving as two women, together." I stumbled on finding the right words. "Does Ben know?" Rob looked questioningly at Mandy. She winked at him. "Ben is her boyfriend," she said, and then turned back to look at me, "and no, he doesn't know. It's not about him, it's about her, her passions, her desires, and her sexuality. And what we said earlier still counts, Yvonne. What we talk about here stays here." I nodded. Of course. I would never betray Emily's secret, to anyone. The same way I innately knew that she would never betray mine, especially since she knew it before I did. "Well, how did she help? I mean, um, how did she know about Jatinder? What possessed her to think...?" "Yvonne," Rob whispered, drawing my attention, "please don't think the less of her. You were both just kids in those days. The long story short, Emily read your diary. How else do you think we knew his name?" I shook my head, emphatically. "No, she couldn't have read it. I shredded it." "She'd been snooping, which she knew then was wrong and knows now is wrong, but she was a kid, and sometimes kids behave like kids. She read about you and Jatinder. Before you destroyed the evidence. She shared that story, your words, with Mandy one evening." Mandy took over. "The thoughts you expressed, honey," she said, her voice caring and soft, "as she related to me one night, out on that patio, as we cuddled and kissed, sharing our own bisexual bliss, those words shook me, honey. They were staggering. The love and adoration you felt for kissing him, for holding him, for loving him, were like poetry. She remembered so much of it verbatim, word for word. That's how affected she was, by what you wrote. By how you felt. And she's spent the last eight or nine years thinking about you, about your bisexual yearnings, and they only fired her own bisexual yearnings, her desires. She cried, Yvonne, as she lay with her head on my breast, after suckling me, just like you did earlier, she cried with sadness that you had found something that gave you such peace and such pleasure, and that you'd denied yourself those feelings ever since. You wrote about his lips, how you wanted to sail on the ocean of life protected only by his kiss, that you imagined heaven to be like spending eternity being held in his arms. Do you remember those words?" I nodded. I could remember them, I realized, even though I'd spent almost a decade trying to forget them, ashamed of the way I felt about another boy. Now, after realizing all my hidden dreams of same sex loving so emphatically with Rob, and dressed as I was, revelling in everything I could find that screamed 'feminine', those words gave me strength, and pride. And a glowing sense of righteousness. "I loved him," I said, "and, you know what? Now I'm so mad that I spent almost ten years trying to deny it. Trying to deny my desires. For this," I said, waving my hand up and down myself, pointing out my attire, "and for everything that happened out there on the patio." Rob squeezed me against him. "Can I tell you something, honestly?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes, of course." He fixed me in his gaze. "I'm a bisexual man. That part you know. I have been my whole life. It's a significant part of me, one that is pure, and valid. And I've been with other men, over the years. Not too many, but some. It depends how you define lots. But anyway, I've made love to lots of men, and I treasure every single one of them." I smiled for him, happier than I could even grasp. "But you," he continued, staring at me harder than I've ever seen him stare, "my dear Yvonne, you are in a league all your own." "I am?" He nodded. "You are. There's never been anyone who took me the way you did, so easily, so honestly, so naturally. And especially for their first time. It's like you were made for it. I'm not bragging, or anything, but I am a pretty good size, in the cock department." I laughed out loud. "From what I've seen, mostly in online porn, you are at the top end of the scale, Rob." I moved my right hand, and gently caressed his cock, under the material of the apron. Mandy agreed. "You're right, honey, Rob is bigger and thicker than most." "Mmmm, he sure is. I can't thank you enough for sharing it with me." Rob grinned from ear to ear. "For a first-timer, the fact that your pussy opened up and swallowed me whole, it's astounding. It's amazing. It's the absolute best fucking thing I have ever felt, or as close to it as makes no difference. Your pussy just seemed to be the perfect fit for my cock. And that, my sexy lover, is beyond anything I could have hoped for. So it's me who should be thanking you." Mandy's left hand joined mine in rubbing his cock. He looked at her, and they smiled, and then they kissed again, long and deep and earnest. When they broke, they stared into each other's eyes again, wordlessly. "Darling?" she asked. "Uh huh?" She broke into a wide-open grin. "You should make love to Yvonne, don't you think? You've had Matthew, but you've only just met Yvonne. And I know for a fact that she really wants to be made love to again. I can see it in her eyes." He turned to look at me again, his eyes deadly serious. "Wild horses couldn't stop me." He kissed me, the same way he'd just finished kissing his wife. It was fan-fucking-tastic. Then it was back to business. "The job offer is completely independent of our personal relationship. That's the takeaway here. Whether you choose to continue spending time with me, and with Mandy too sometimes, or not, is up to you. Whatever you decide, the Foundation wants you. And most importantly, what happened today, and what I hope happens more in the future," he leered at me, "will never change how Mandy and I feel about you, how much we admire you and love you and how much pride you give us." I was blushing. I straightened up, and kissed him again. I made sure he knew that the answer was yes, to everything. In one soft sweet kiss. Then he kissed his wife again. Then they shared a look, a knowing, agreeing sort of look. "You know all about the Foundation, Yvonne," he said, "and yet you don't." I was confused. "Huh?" "Truth time," he continued. "The Foundation is, and always has been, about granting wishes for kids. We started it in honor of Isaac, our son, who you knew, and carried on with it after he'd passed." A tender moment of wistful sadness fell upon the room. This must be so painful, for them, I thought, to talk about. Their only child. "Throughout its life, the Foundation has been about raising money, and then spending it on the kids." I nodded my agreement. "We've been blessed, at the Foundation, to have people like you, and your parents, and family, and so many other generous people in the community to help us out, to donate their time and energies and spirit. We're also blessed that there are corporate donors, and when we squeeze them they add to the mix. And of course," he said, "we've had lots and lots of private donors over the years. People who give money, without getting involved in the actual events. And it sounds clich?, but every little bit helps. We don't discount anything. Five bucks, and we're grateful. Five thousand, and we're equally grateful. Sure, it's natural and obvious that we try to be extra special thankful to the five-g donors, because it takes an awful lot of five dollar donors to match them, but we don't favor them, or treat them any differently. Do you understand?" "Of course," I said, "it makes sense." Mandy and I interlaced our fingers and rested our hands on Rob's belly. "Several years ago, about six or seven I suppose, a situation came up that moved us to change direction somewhat, and for the first time ever, we granted a wish to an adult," Rob said, "someone who had contributed to the Foundation for years, behind the scenes. A person of some wealth, who always insisted on keeping his rather large donations anonymous. He didn't want the publicity, or the tax write-off. He'd always just wanted his money to do good; he wanted the kids to get their wishes. He simply wanted all of that to happen without any attention being put on him. I'm sure you understand that we've had many donors of that kind since we started." "I imagine so," I said. "When he found out he was dying," Rob continued, his voice a tad strained, showing his emotions, "he did what any caring intelligent person would do. He got his business affairs in order. He set up trust funds for his children, and his wife, and other people in his family and circle of friends. He made sure his employees were taken care of, and always would be. He was the epitome of responsibility, at that most horrible time of his life. But," Rob paused, "as it turns out, there was one thing he'd always wanted to do, his whole life, one thing he'd always fantasized about, and never told anyone. It was only through the sheerest luck, a pure coincidence, that he even mentioned it to anyone. Mandy heard about it, from a very discrete friend of a friend of a friend, and told me. We were beside ourselves with worry, and fear. This was someone we knew. Someone we'd done business with. Someone who was smart, and successful, and generous to a fault. It seemed like the worst thing in the world was happening to one of the best people in the world, and his off-handed dream was so easy to fulfill. So we did. We used the Foundation to give him something he'd always wanted to do." "What was his wish?" Rob waited for a few seconds to tell me. "Remember, Yvonne," he cautioned, "this is an adult, a grown man, we're talking about. A rich man. Someone who lived most of his life doing what he wanted when he wanted, because he could afford it. Someone with a professional reputation to worry about, his standing in the community a concern. No one could know, about his, um, fantasy. His wish." "I understand," I said. "So what was it?" Rob looked at his wife, and she nodded, as if agreeing that he should tell me, that I'd somehow gained that extra-super-secret level of trust. He turned and looked me in the eyes. "He wanted to be in a porn movie." My eyes shot open. "What?" "He wanted to be an actor, just for one scene, in a professional adult motion picture. Not the cheap tawdry kind anybody can make with their own home equipment, or their own phone. It had to be the real deal. Sets, lights, cameras, crews, the works. Dialogue, plot, or as much as the top-level porn gets to. Now, his condition was such that he couldn't, um, perform, sexually, on camera. At least not with his cock. But he could do other things, of course. So we arranged it for him. It was all very hush hush. He had to be disguised, so it could never get back to his family, or friends, or his community, even after his death. We contacted one of the biggest production company's there is, and arranged everything. We secretly flew him to L.A., under the guise of seeing a specialist doctor. We made sure that there was literally zero chance of anyone finding out who he was. He acted in two different scenes, on that day, as it turns out. Group scenes. In both of them, he ended up actively performing oral sex on camera." My eyes must have been the size of saucers. "Oh my god," I gasped, "so he got to eat pussy in a porn movie?" Rob shook his head. "No," he said, definitively. Mandy squeezed my fingers, drawing my attention. "He sucked cocks in a porn movie." I giggled with delight. "And no one has ever found out?" They both shook their heads. "No. And they never will," Rob said. For a few moments my brain went wild with speculation. Who was it? Did I know him, or had I ever heard of him? What was the name of the movie? Could I download it from the net? I looked at Rob's eyes. They were serious, and loving, at the same time. "And we wouldn't tell you the name of the film even if we knew it, Yvonne. Which we don't." Mandy shook her head, agreeing with him. "We've never seen it, honey," she assured me, "and that's not because we wouldn't necessarily enjoy watching it, because we probably would. He didn't want anybody he knew to ever witness it, and we've kept our promise to him. That's part of what the Foundation does, as you know. Lots of things behind the scenes, lots of wishes granted that don't get filmed and put on the six o'clock news. It's not about, and never has been about, publicity." She paused. "The Foundation exists to grant wishes, not to advertise itself." I let the gravity of that sink in. A grown man, dying, wanting nothing more than to have one final thrill, one final kick at the sexual fantasy can. "There's been a few other adult wishes that we've arranged, over the years. And you should know, they're not all provocative, or sex- related. One donor wanted to conduct an orchestra, that's it. You know, stand on the little riser and hold the wand, or the baton, or whatever they call it, and lead the philharmonic through something classical and uplifting. We helped with that. Another donor wanted to skydive naked. That actually took some doing, but we managed to get it arranged." Mandy laughed. "You'd be surprised how many skydiving clubs we called before we found one that was okay with a naked eighty-something year old jumper." I couldn't seem to get their first example out my mind, the guy who wanted to be in the gay porn movie. I was suddenly filled with elation, that whoever he was, he'd gotten his wish. He performed in porn. Gay porn. They were both looking at me. A question popped into my head, and I knew that they were waiting for me to ask it. "Are you telling me this because it will be part of my job, working on these adult wishes?" Rob's voice became louder, and deadly serious. "No. No. Emphatically no. A hundred times no. The position the Foundation is offering to you has nothing to do with adult wishes. Not one thing. The job is yours, and believe me, you'll be plenty busy enough working on all the kids' projects we always have going." He looked at me, still very serious. "I want to be clear on this, Yvonne. When you're at work, you're Mattie, and you'll be working eight hours a day on the regular Foundation work. That's it, end of story." I nodded, because I assumed he'd explain himself. He took a deep breath, and paused for a moment. "I bring up the adult wishes, as you call them, because someone very near and dear to my heart," he paused, and then looked at Mandy, "well, near and dear to both our hearts, has recently received the worst kind of news. I'm sure you can imagine, I wouldn't be bringing it up if it wasn't the worst kind. His situation is dire. This man is more than just a friend of mine. He is one of my mentors, and has been since I was in college. And now," Rob paused, looking away into space for a second, finding the strength to tell me the rest of the story, "now, he's been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor." "Oh no," I said. Rob nodded. "It's true. What's worse, he spent close to two years caring for his wife, who fought her own battle with cancer and lost. He was just getting back on his feet again, and then, boom, this!" I snuggled into Rob's shoulder, and ran my hand down his belly, resting my fingers on the bulging fabric of his apron. "How can I help?" I asked, because it was such a terrible thing for anyone to go through, let alone someone who was so obviously important in Rob's life. And now, after our love-making, I was connected to Rob, in some way bigger than I had been before. If it made Rob sad, and there was anything that I could do to change that, I would. Mandy reached over and stroked my arm. "You are such a beautiful person, Yvonne," she said, softly, "like always, asking what you can do to help someone else, someone you've never met and don't know. That's why we want you to work for the Foundation, honey. You're full of love." We leaned towards each other, and softly kissed. Lipstick on lipstick, again. It made me question which I liked more, kissing Rob, or kissing Mandy and her glossy slick lips. Then I decided that I liked them both, and wanted them both in my life. Every day. Every hour. Every second. But if I had to pick, I realized, I'd have to go with Rob. For his kisses. Amongst other things. "So what can I do? Are you planning some special event for him?" Rob smiled at me. "Yes. We are. If all the stars align." "Is it something I can help with?" I asked. "Just after his diagnosis, I invited him over here, for a boy's night in, to have some drinks and shoot the shit. Mandy made herself scarce that night." She giggled, and then looked at me and grinned. "I was busy having a play-date with your sister." Rob guffawed, as if he found her choice of words funny. "What did you play?" I asked. Mandy's nipples shot out. They grew about two or three times their normal size in a second, maybe two. It was staggering to watch. "We role-played. I was the horny but inexperienced lesbian cougar and she was the na?ve curious college graduate. We met at a movie theater, pretending we were just two lonely women, watching a rom com, and ending up going home together for hours of pussy sex." Rob looked at me and grinned. "Sometimes, once in a blue moon, they let me watch." He paused for a second, and waggled his eyebrows. "It's fan-tas-tic!" Mandy laughed, proudly. "It sure is," she said. "Anyway," Rob started up again, "over the course of a few hours, my friend and I shared a lot of stories, and laughs, and the better part of a bottle of some very fine Scotch. And the thing is, I've known this man for longer than I've known Mandy. He is an honored alumnus at my college, and early on in my years there he immediately took an interest in my projects, and my mind, and began mentoring me. So I've known him forever, and yet it just goes to show that sometimes you can't know a person fully until all the inhibitions melt away, until the walls of proper behavior and conformity come tumbling down. A moment of drunken honesty, and I learned something about him that I didn't know. Something that I never would have imagined." I nuzzled his neck, and kissed him there gently. "What did you learn?" I asked. "I learned that he had held a life-long fantasy. A romantic, sexual fantasy. It turns out he'd always dreamed about being able to spend a getaway night, or better still a weekend, in a secluded five-star resort or hotel with a young, sexy, beautiful partner, someone unquestionably womanly and lovely, someone he could hold and kiss and hug and wine and dine and romance, and make love with, over and over again. No expense spared." "You said he was married, didn't you?" "Yes, he was," Rob answered. I thought for a second. "So, for his whole married life he wanted to have an affair?" I felt Rob nod his head. "Of a sort." "What do you mean, of a sort?" Rob looked at me. I felt him move his head, so I lifted mine slightly and looked up at him. "For his entire adult life, he has harbored the desire to spend a weekend in the Bridal Suite at the Opal Hotel, with the softest, girliest, most feminine lovely creature possible. Someone who oozes the gentle, and tender aspects of living. Someone who lives for romance, for flirting, the gentle ins and outs of the softest kinds of love, building to heights of passion never before seen. Those were his words. And most importantly," he paused, staring deeply into my eyes, "under all those sexy, delicious, feminine clothes, he wants her to be a he." I gasped. "You mean...?" Rob nodded. "He wants to make love to someone exactly like you, Yvonne. Someone who embodies and personifies so many traits normally associated with the female of the species, but with a male's passion, a male's seemingly unending sex drive, and a male's equipment." I looked at him. His eyes were blazing with light, and energy. His was a look of happiness, of unexpected but much-appreciated joy. "If, and only if, that is something that might interest you, or intrigue you, then we might pursue the organizing of such an event. But again, it's imperative that you understand, it has nothing to do with your job at the Foundation. Nothing. They're two completely different things. I'm not asking or implying or insinuating..." I touched his face. "I understand, Rob," I whispered, "I do. This adult wish, like the others, is independent of the Foundation. I understand." He looked at me. "You do?" I smiled, and nodded. "I have a couple of questions, about the job offer." His back straightened up somewhat. "Of course. Shoot." "One," I said, "is the workplace open and liberal enough to allow me to dress as Yvonne from time to time without any repercussions, without pissing anyone off?" The look on Mandy's face was priceless. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes even wider. Rob stared at me. "Wha?" "Because, make no mistake," I continued, "now that I know how other- worldly it makes me feel to dress like this, I can't guarantee I won't want to dress like this a lot more." Then I looked at myself again, up and down. "Although," I added, "I'm assuming that any workplace probably might object if someone wore see-through things, like I am right now, but you get the idea, right?" They both nodded, looking shocked beyond repair. "Two, can I have an advance on my first paycheque, so I can go out and buy a whole bunch of new sexy clothes?" They both nodded again. "You can borrow anything of mine you like," Mandy said. I leaned over and kissed her, quickly. "Thank you, for your generosity. Not many women that I know would offer to loan their own clothes to the person her husband has seduced. And, by the way, I will want to borrow some things. But like you showed me, I'll need to get my own bras for sure. And I'd want some of my own panties anyway." She laughed. "Of course, but only if I get to come shopping with you!" she giggled. I kissed her again. "Deal!" Then she went to speak, but stopped herself. I could see her thinking about what to say, or how to say it. Finally, she just blurted it out. "What about Emily?" I didn't understand. "What about her?" Mandy's mien softened. "Can she come shopping with us too? I know she wants to." "She does?" Both Rob and Mandy nodded their heads. "She's always wanted you to discover yourself. Sexually, sure. Like her, accepting and exploring same sex relationships. Embrace it all. Cherish it all. But she's also the one who suggested to us that you might be interested in, you know, wearing women's clothes, which, by the way, made Rob think he'd won a lottery or the Nobel Peace Prize, just at the thought of it. And that's not based on anything, it's just a vibe she's had about you for years. So I know she'll want to be a part of this with you." I thought about it. I didn't need a lot of time. "I love my sister, and I know she loves me, so yes, of course, I'd love for her to be involved," I said. "I've created a monster!" "No," I said, quietly, and confidently, "you've just helped introduce the real me. By opening my eyes, and sharing your husband with me. You must be the most enlightened person I've ever met." Mandy blushed. "I want Rob to be happy. For him, that means expressing the male side of his bisexuality as much as his female side. And for me too. I can't very well be lezzing it out with your sister and complain about his extra-curricular activities." My mind was flooded with images of Emily and Mandy, together. I'd never seen my sister naked, so that part I had to totally make up, but I had seen her in bathing suits, and bikinis before, so pictures of them softly kissing, caressing, breasts on breasts, and fingers searching crept into my mind. Then an impromptu vision of them sixty-nining, legs spread, tongues exploring. I saw a fleeting image of Emily's face, buried in Mandy's pussy as much as mine was earlier. I saw my sister with the biggest smile of her life. "Did you tell Emily I was coming here today?" Mandy nodded. "She knows about the job offer, yes. And she knows that Rob is very attracted to you, both of us are, and that we were going to see if we could delicately become closer, without offending you. To be honest, neither Rob nor I knew exactly how that would work." Then she paused, and smiled. "But it did!" I nodded in total agreement. "Two more questions," I said. Rob nodded and I watched his Adam's apple go up and down. "Shoot." "One," I paused, "when can I start?" He smiled. "Anytime you want. Now." I nodded my acceptance. "And two," I asked, "what is the name of this mentor friend of yours, the man who is going to spend an entire weekend making love to me?" I watched a tear rise in Rob's eye, and then silently fall down his cheek. "Walter. His name is Walter King. He's sixty-five years old, about the same height as me, with probably twenty pounds on me. A widower now, their two kids are both grown up and have kids of their own. Just so you know, although I'm sure it doesn't make any difference, Walter is a black man. Looks-wise, he has a thin moustache, and most of his head is bald now, with a little ring of short hair between his ears. Walter plays the piano, pretty well, and loves Scrabble, which he always wins. He played some college baseball, and he's been pretty athletic his whole life. He's got a big smile and a bigger heart, and, well, I've seen him a few times in the gym locker room and saunas and hot tubs over the years and I know that he's bigger than me in one other key important area." I felt my eyes flicker open a little more. "Do you mean...?" Rob nodded and grinned. "He's hung like a horse." I swallowed. Everyone heard the gulp. "Is he...could it be...too big?" Rob smiled at me, and reached to brush the back of his fingers across my cheeks. "The way you took my cock, Yvonne, the ease with which you opened up and swallowed me, I don't think you'll have any worries with Walter. You were built for fucking." I sighed in relief. "The only one of us with worries will be me." Shock must have spread across my face. "Why?" I asked. Rob looked at me, seriously. "I'll be worried that you'll fall in love with him, with his size, and grow tired of me." Tears rushed to my eyes, and my first thought was that I didn't want to ruin Mandy's makeup job on my face. "No, no, darling, no," I moaned, "don't ever think that way." The two of them just studied me for a few seconds, as we caressed each other. "You'd really do that for Walter?" he asked, almost breathless. "Yes," I said, nodding, "of course. Mom always says, 'give of ourselves', right? What better way to make Walters' life better? And the truth is," I said, looking Rob straight in the eyes, "if making love with him is even remotely as delicious as making love with you, then I will give him the best weekend he's ever going to have!" Mandy sobbed, out loud, and I watched tears run down both her cheeks. "I love you, Yvonne," she gulped out. "I love you too, Mandy." I looked at her husband. "I love you, Rob, more than I can even understand." His tear became tears, and then we all just moved into a group hug. We held each other, for minutes on end, and gently cried. We eventually broke our clinch, and I reached over and handed them their champagne glasses. Grabbing mine, I proposed a toast. "To love," I said, reverently. They chimed in together. "To love." We clinked glasses, and sipped. "Now," I said, looking again at the lump in Rob's lap, and then reaching over and grasping it, "what does this girl have to do to get laid around here?" Mandy's laugh was uproarious. "Oh my god," she said, "we've created a slut!" Rob reached behind his back, awkwardly, and undid the tie of his apron. Pulling it up and away, he slipped the neck string over his head, and threw the garment across the room. His cock was rock hard. The head was shiny, and throbbing. His foreskin had unravelled down, and his giant helmet glistened in the light of the room. Mandy's left hand reached out and grabbed her husband's cock, at the base of it. I winked at him, and then kissed his mouth, and tasted his tongue, and then I bent over and slipped that cock head into my lips. I heard him moan, the loudest most affecting moan I've heard from any human, ever. Lifting off him for a second, I looked up at him, gaining his attention. "I'm going to suck you off, Rob, and I want you to give me all of your cum, okay? I want all of it. I want to drown in it. I want to swallow everything you can give me. And then I want you to take us into your bedroom and let me watch you make love with your wife, with this amazing woman. And then, if you've still got any energy left after that," I giggled, "I'm going to lay on my back, with my legs spread, and you can make love to me again, in the missionary position, so I can see your eyes when you cum inside me. When you breed me." Mandy took a huge gulp of her champagne, and then looked me sternly in the eye. "Honey," she cooed, "how about this: you suck him off, and then let him fuck you in the bedroom? I get to make love with him all the time, for years now, and I think the best thing for you two right now is some quality alone time together, just the two of you, without," she hooked two fingers of each hand and shook them up and down, "the ball and chain dragging you down." Then she leaned over and tongue-kissed her husband, completely open- mouthed, completely wantonly. I could see saliva on their tongues, and lips, and some trickling down her chin. When they finished a few minutes later, she looked straight at me, and winked. And then she laughed, a rich deep belly laugh. "Besides, while you two are fucking up a storm, I'm going to call your sister and tell her to come over. I am just dying to eat some pussy tonight!" THE END