The game got pretty exciting and we were all screaming and yelling at the TV. I downed a couple more beers. The two minute warning whistle blew before halftime and I looked over to see Bryan’s wife Heather moving toward the bathroom. As if they were moving on their own, my legs pulled me off my stool. Breezing past Bryan without a glance, I followed her.

She was in the stall when I hit the door and I looked in the mirror, pretending to adjust my hair and put on more lipstick. When she came out she smiled shyly and said, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said, taking a deep breath while trying to organize my drink addled thoughts. “Does your husband know how hot you are?”

She didn’t look up from the sink where she was washing her hands but her body tensed and she froze for a minute. “What?”

“Heather, Bryan told me about you but he forgot to mention how beautiful you are.”

“Um, okay, if you say so,” she said, subconsciously looking at herself in the mirror.

I came up close behind her, curious what her reaction would be. “Do you like women?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” she said, her voice shaking.

“So you’ve never been with a woman?”

“No, I guess the opportunity never presented itself.” She shrugged. Finally her eyes met mine and I moved toward her again.

“Look Heather, I hardly know what I’m doing right now but let me tell you, the opportunity is about to present itself. God, you and Bryan are so hot. I think he needs a little reminder about how sexy you can be.” I ran my finger gently down her body and she shivered in response.

“Yes, he definitely needs a reminder,” she nodded with a sly smile.

My lips met hers and to my surprise, she responded. As it continued, I moved my hands sensually to her sides and she breathed deeply. Taking another chance, I opened my mouth and offered my tongue. Her lips pushed against mine, clearly answering “yes.”

When we finally stopped, I stayed close and said, “You know it’s probably half time by now, what’s say we have a little fun?”

Bryan finally lost his cool when he saw us coming out of the bathroom holding hands. He looked around the room and his forehead crinkled in shock and confusion. Locking eyes with him, I smiled, this time I was the smooth one. “Your wife and I were just talking. We decided we need to take you to school.”

“Wha…” he was speechless. Bryan liked to be in control in the bedroom and immediately he was completely thrown off his balance. But he stood up, a question mark on his face.

Caught up in the intensity of the moment, Heather joined in, “Get out to your truck.”

He turned and walked toward the door. We followed behind him, almost as if we were herding him. He seemed almost afraid as he opened the door and looked at us. I wondered if he was afraid of me telling Heather about what he and I did or what she and I were going to do to him now.

Sometimes it’s a lonely thing to be a woman who loves football. “I’m an intellectual,” a friend once said, “So I don’t watch sports.” Needless to say I was a bit offended. I often muse that one of the reasons I am bisexual is because I have a little extra testosterone. Maybe sports appeal to the masculine predatory competitive instincts in me.

At any rate, I’m alone in a sports bar watching Monday night football, Smirnoff Ice in one hand, cigarette in the other. There was inane chatter of men all around me. The jukebox starts blaring “Foxy Lady” and I glance at the door. Who should come through it but Bryan with his wife on his arm. My body jerks in surprise and I desperately try to avoid eye contact. But smooth as silk (as always) he saunters right over to me and introduces me as the girl from the coffee shop.

“I think he spends more time with you than he does with me,” she joked.

As I laughed uncomfortably while I noticed how voluptuous she was. Short with long curly brown hair, gorgeous breasts and juicy ass, I had trouble understanding why he needed to forsake her for me.

Bryan’s always intense gaze met mine and he didn’t give a hint of nervousness at being confronted with his lover. I could barely conceal my trembling hands. “Well it was good to see you,” he said as he led his wife to a table.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with an insecure smile. I tried to return the smile but had trouble meeting her gaze.

Although I was trying to concentrate on the game, I kept running crazy scenarios in my head. If I could just find a way to get them both in bed maybe I could help remind them of their attraction to each other.

 

“What?” Darcy probably didn’t hear me over the loud pulsating music that filled the room. I would be thankful for that later.

Darcy stopped dancing and led me over to the bar once again. She sat down and ordered another Sam Adams. “Can I please have a shot of tequila with salt and a lime?” She kind of cut her eyes at me but didn’t say anything. When I tried to pay the bartender, she intervened and gave him the money. I stuck my money into the tip jar and he thanked me. “Are you in the habit of picking up strange drunk girls in bars?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her flirtation was unmistakable. She liked to put on a masculine front but there was an innate feminine quality that could not be ignored.

“‘I feel like I should be making small talk right now but I can’t think of anything to say.”

“You don’t have to talk to if you don’t want to.”

“The last few days have been so strange and crazy. I just kind of want to be you know? I just don’t even want my brain to work. I don’t want to think.” I grabbed the tequila and sucked it down with a shudder, hungrily sucking the lime dry between my lips. Darcy seemed to enjoy this. “I guess that’s obvious, huh?”

Dizzy, I suddenly felt the lights and movement of the dancers in the bar too much to take. “I need to get outside for a minute.”

Darcy followed me. I walked tentatively to the corner and sat down on a cold concrete bench, staring intently at a white brick in the wall across the street. Darcy lit a cigarette. “Are you okay? I think you’re cute but I’m not quite ready to start holding your hair out of your face, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sorry, don’t worry it’s not going to come to that.” When I stood up, Darcy gently grabbed me by the waist and pushed me up against the wall. She kissed me forcefully on the lips and moved across my cheek and down my neck. I felt my knees going weak under me and I surrendered, burying my face in her neck and putting my arms around her. Our lips met again and my mouth gently opened, inviting in her tongue. She began tracing my teeth with her tongue. It was astoundingly erotic. I started wondering if she was one of those women who could tie a knot in a cherry stem with her teeth. Her hand clutched at my ass and her breathing was labored. Did she expect me to have sex with her in the middle of the street? We were in the dark shadow of a building but anyone passing by could see us if they looked hard enough.

It had been a couple days since I’d seen Bryan and I was feeling pretty blue. He had brought me to new heights of pleasure and it was difficult to just let that go even though he was married and entirely unavailable to me. I couldn’t even call him or tell anyone what happened.

I closed at the coffee shop that night and decided to go out on the town. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a Margarita on the rocks and guzzled it as fast as I could. Listlessly, I wished I had brought a friend. I tried not to think about Bryan but I kept looking at my phone and glancing at the door. I don’t know why I expected to see him waltz into the bar but stranger things had happened. I knew despite his silence that he was as lonely as I was, he just didn‘t have the courage to make the necessary changes in his life. Even if he left his wife we probably wouldn’t end up together. He didn’t approve of my bisexual polyamorus ways and I knew better than to try to change for anyone. In truth I just wanted some more mind bending orgasms.

A woman sat down at the bar next to me. She had short, curly flaming red hair and wore a blue jean jacket. Even though I was trying my best to be alone, her eyes caught mine. “Hey how are you doing tonight?” she initiated.

“I’m sitting in a bar by myself drinking margaritas. How do you think I am?”

She ordered a beer and held out her hand, “I’m Darcy Umland. Now you’re not drinking alone anymore.”

I shook her hand and gave a half hearted smile. “My name is Silver Cloudfire.”

Darcy chuckled. “Either your parents are hippies or you’re a witch, am I right?“

“I’m a proud pagan, thank you very much.“

“I’m an atheist myself. Have you been here before?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. I come here all the time. It’s a pretty laid back hang out.”

“Yes, it seems nice,” I lied. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t taken the least bit of notice of the surroundings. A lot of my coworkers recommended this bar, though. Unwillingly brought out of my self centered haze, I scanned the room. As the night wore on it had been getting more and more crowded. Darcy sipped her beer contentedly, glancing at me occasionally. I felt guilty ignoring her so I started talking. We engaged in some small talk. Darcy had the kind of manner that made you feel at home immediately. After a little while she said, “I love this song, do you want to get up and dance.”

“Why not?”

We bounced onto the dance floor and began moving to the strong rock beat. The release of moving my body did a world of good. Tension began to fade from my body as I let loose to the music. “You are a great dancer,” Darcy said.

“No, I’m not but thanks for saying so.”

Darcy shook her head and reached for me. I smiled, thinking this night could get better as she confidently came towards me and gently put her hands on my hips as we danced. Smiling wide, I turned my back to Darcy and she danced up behind me, her pelvis against my ass. In a momentary look around the room I saw a few guys ogling us. I locked eyes with one of them and reached behind me to caress the side of Darcy’s thigh. His eyes and mouth grew wide. I almost expected to see drool come pouring out of his mouth at any moment. Darcy didn’t see me looking at him. I wondered what she would think if she had. Observing her mannerisms and way of speaking it was pretty clear that she was a dyke. I imagine she didn’t think much about the opposite sex. These dudes were a perfect example of how not to act as a man. I turned provocatively toward her and put my arms around her shoulders.  My pussy tingled as she pressed her small yet firm breasts against mine.

She reminded me of the boys I crushed on in high school. She was just the right blend of feminine and masculine. Her light freckles were only visible from close up and her icy blue eyes were easy to meet. Darcy’s soft curly hair smelled like Pert. Shampoo and conditioner all in one step, “You smell practical,” I muttered, a bit drunkenly.

Well I felt the need to finish up the story, or at least this installment.  Probably not as exciting as all the discussion about ejaculation and golden showers but here it is:

We lay there speechless for a while. I would start to fall asleep and then I should feel his body against mine and jerk awake. I twisted my fingers in his ample chest hair and smiled.

“Oh I shouldn’t be here,” he groaned.

“Try not to think about that right now, just enjoy the moment.” I sucked on his neck and let my fingers tickle his thighs.

Bryan signed heavily and grabbed my ass. His cock sprang back to life and this time I climbed on.

Looking back on it now I am surprised at how completely we melted together. We didn’t really know each other. We had no reason to trust each other and yet our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity.

“I’ve never done it with a barista before,” Bryan chuckled as he sat up to get dressed.

“I hope my customer service was adequate.”

Me:  So you did Bryan, huh?

Barista:  All for the love of fiction, baby.

Me:  That hurts!  We should conduct a poll, though, because I’m starting to think Bryan and Joe need to fuck each other.

Barista:  Joe’s a loser!  I’m not letting him near my Bryan!

Me:  Yea, well, Bryan’s a cheat…and you saw how much he was into that Finger.  God, those bitches are everywhere these days!!  Anyway, it’s a small leap from Finger to dildo, and then dildo to dick.  Yea, I’m thinking Bryan needs to experiment.

“Do you have a break coming up?” Bryan asked.

“Actually, I’m fixing to get off.”

“Oh are you now?”

I rolled my eyes and flashed a sheepish grin. “Why don’t we get some lunch?”

“I could eat,” he said. “I’ll meet you outside when you get off.”

I hoped he didn’t notice how bad my hands were shaking when I walked out to the patio to meet him. His smile melted away any resolve I may have had about doing the right thing. There was no way I could resist him. I followed him to the restaurant with my heart in my throat.

Over lunch Bryan told her about his wife. “She loves me but I think I wanted so desperately to be loved and have a normal life that I compromised. I don’t feel about her the way I should. Things have gotten so boring. We’re complacent with each other and it sucks.”

“You don’t have to talk about that,” I said, staring into my food.

“You are so sexy with that salad dressing coming out of the corner of your mouth.”

My food almost came out of my nose, I was so flattered and shocked. I wanted so badly to tell him how I thought of him when I touched myself but I was too shy. I wiped my mouth with a napkin. I could hardly eat I was so excited and nervous.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I said.

Bryan nodded.

We walked in the door of my apartment and before I could turn around his hands were on my waist and he buried his face in my neck. His hot breath made my instantly wet and I closed my eyes to give myself to the feeling. Bryan’s hands found my breasts and I let out an audible sigh as he grappled at them. I turned toward him and my lips searched for his. We sank into each other in a long kiss. I buried my hands in his hair as our hips ground together. Bryan deftly unhooked my bra before I even got my shirt off. He pinched my nipples erect as I tore at his shirt. “You are so hot,” he murmured. It was music to my ears.

“You are so sexy,” I reciprocated, reaching for his pants.

I giggled as he kissed me again. “You have a beautiful cock,” I said, kissing it and looking into his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back. He never let a compliment go unacknowledged. He turned around to rinse the soap off and I went to my knees. My tongue found his ass and he moaned. He grabbed me and threw me on the couch. I lay down and trembled in anticipation of his touch. Positioning himself between my legs, he roughly pressed against my clit. I closed my eyes and melted into the pleasure of the moment.

His eyes focused completely on my sex. He loved to watch my come. His fingers found their way into me as my back arched for him. He knew just the right spot to send my over the moon. Come spilled out of me like a waterfall and I cried out his name when he found my g-spot and massaged it mercilessly. My whole body felt like liquid, as if it had no form or function, only ecstasy, floating weightless in space. Bryan let an approving noise escape his lips as he watched me writhe with delight. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t stop,” I managed to say, clutching at him desperately. He pleasured me for a few more minutes before pulling me over on top of him.

I gleefully took his cock in my mouth. He put my hand on his ass, signaling my to put a finger in. I gently slid my lubricated index finger into his ass. “Is that good?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” Bryan choked out.

“Do you want more?”

“Yesss.” I was surprised when the rest of my finger slid easily in. He moaned and squirmed with pleasure as I sucked his dick hungrily. He guided me to thrust my finger in and out.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged, letting his dick slip out of my mouth only briefly. As my mouth filled with come, I felt the spasms of his orgasm against my finger. He cried out from an intensity that I could feel inside me too. I reveled in the salty taste of his come because I knew it would linger long after he had returned home to his wife.

I pulled away from him and rubbed my hair against his chest. I wanted to bathe in his scent so that I could pretend he was still there.

Even though I had never thought about Bryan sexually before, now it was all I could think about.  I felt fortunate I was a woman because if I was a man I would have been walking around with a boner all day.  My panties were warm and moist.  Normally I masturbated every once and a while but that day I sneaked away to masturbate four times.  And every time I was picturing his eyes, his face, his butt in those skin tight softball pants.  I called out his name as I came just to hear how it would sound.

Thursday morning I had dragged myself out of my wet dreams to open the coffee shop before dawn.  I couldn’t concentrate.  I kept spilling drinks and making them wrong.  I feared I might create a riot of sleepy coffee drinkers on their way to work.

Around lunch time Bryan schlepped into the store right before my shift ended.  I tried to hide my shaking hands and my racing heartbeat as I smiled and said hello.  His irresistible grin and the gleam in his eye made me want to go insane…