“Would you like a drink?” I asked as we neared the bar. I didn’t know about her, but I sure could use another one. My recent bout of anxiety had burned through the two drinks I’d already consumed. and I needed something to help take the edge off if I was going to make it through what came next.
“Sure,” she said, flashing me a wide smile. She still held my hand as we walked up to the bar and placed our orders. Needing something strong, I got a whiskey while she chose a strawberry daiquiri.
I watched quietly as the bartender poured everything into a blender and began mixing her drink. I wondered idly how Gayle was doing. It was odd to think of her going off to have sex with another person, but it didn’t bother me like I’d worried it might. I guess that was proof that we were really and truly over. Instead of feeling sad, I felt relieved to know that we weren’t making a big mistake by being there.
“So, what’s your name?” the woman asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Oh, um. It’s Samuel, but everyone calls me Sam,” I told her. I turned my head toward her. “And you are?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Carmen,” she responded, stepping in closer to my side. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin layer of my shirt.
She ran a manicured fingernail up and down my arm and I swallowed hard. It had been so long since anyone had flirted with me and I was severely out of practice. Now, in the space of an hour, two people had flirted with me and my mind wasn’t sure what to make of it. The bartender handed our drinks over just then and I gave him a grateful nod. I shoved a couple of bills into the tip jar before grabbing the glasses, then turned around to find a place for us to sit.
While many couples had chosen to go inside the house, others, like us, were enjoying the fresh air instead. We made our way over to a set of lounge chairs and claimed them for ourselves. I set our drinks down on the small table between the chairs then waited for Carmen to take a seat before sitting down.
Moaning off to my right caught my attention and without thinking, I turned in that direction. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I saw a couple, not more than a few feet away from us. The man was kneeling on the concrete with his head buried under the skirt of a woman who lay stretched out on a lounge chair with her knees bent. His fingers disappeared under the skirt as well and by the sounds she was making, she was very appreciative of the things he was doing to her. I cleared my throat and then turned back around to reach for my drink.
“Is this your first swap party?” Carmen asked.
A sense of deja vu came over me as I responded. “Is it that obvious?”
She chuckled. “Just a little. Your face turned bright red when you saw them. Don’t you like to watch others having sex?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Unless you count watching porn, but I haven’t even done that in several years.” My face grew hot again with my admission.
“Trust me, porn is great, but live shows are always the best. Take what they’re doing, for instance,” she said, gesturing across the pool at three people who hadn’t wasted any time getting naked. “It’s sex in its rawest, most animalistic form. Nothing scripted or rehearsed. Just pure lust and forceful need driving them.”
Carmen’s tone had taken on a husky quality and I looked over at her as I finished taking a drink and set my glass back down. Her skin was flushed, and her fingers trailed over the thin gold necklace at her throat, slowly working the charm back and forth in an unconscious gesture. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her eyelids lowered halfway.
I turned my gaze back on the threesome who were sprawled out in a tangle of limbs. One woman was stretched out on her back, both legs spread wide and her knees hooked over the arms of the chair. A man leaned over her head pushing his swollen cock between her plump lips while the other woman buried her face in her pussy.
It was a very erotic scene, but my attention was drawn to an upstairs bedroom as a light suddenly flicked on. The window reached from floor to ceiling and allowed me and everyone else around the pool to see a good portion of the room. I watched as two figures walked into the room, kissing as they made their way closer to the window and I swallowed hard when I realized it was two men. A lamp flicked on next to the window, illuminating their bodies and keeping them from being in shadow.
One was tall, with short hair and the physique of a bodybuilder. I could see the play of muscles in his bicep as he halted their kiss long enough to reach over his shoulders and pull his shirt off over his head. With his torso on display, he was enough to make any person, gay or straight, sit up and take notice. But I barely paid him any attention as my eyes zeroed in on the smaller man he was with.
He had perfect, honey-colored hair and even with his back to me, I knew he had the warmest brown eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. My cock began to stir as I realized the show I was about to watch would be starring the one man who had been stirring things inside me ever since I first laid eyes on him.
Oliver.
As if he’d heard me thinking his name, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder. Right at me. My breath caught in my throat.Had he known I was there? Was he putting on a show for everyone or was this all for me?The wicked grin he gave me told me it was probably the latter and I had to bite back a moan.
He used his hands to maneuver Thor, as I’d begun to refer to the larger man in my head, so that their sides were facing the windows. I watched as Oliver looked up at him, running his palms up and over the man’s massive chest. He said something to Thor which caused him to grab Oliver and kiss him hard and I felt a spark of jealousy that it wasn’tmylips pressing against those perfect lips, it wasn’tmytongue that was delving deep inside to taste his mouth.
My cock pressed painfully against the zipper of my pants as I watched Oliver’s hands slip down between their bodies. He pulled the man’s belt free then worked the button open and lowered his zipper. I stopped breathing as he reached his hand under the waistband of Thor’s boxers and pulled his cock out.
Oliver gripped the man’s erection in his hand and I gasped as if I could feel his slender fingers around my own aching shaft. Somewhere, in my sex-hazed brain, it began to dawn on me that I wasn’t just imagining things. I was feeling actual fingers.
Confused, I looked down and was shocked to find Carmen kneeling next to my chaise, grinning up at me like the cat that got the cream. Even more shocking was the fact that I’d been so absorbed in watching Oliver that I hadn’t noticed her undoing my pants or pulling my cock out. In fact, I’d completely forgotten she was there, but my brain seemed to have a way of short-circuiting whenever I saw Oliver. I looked around embarrassedly, but everyone was too engrossed in their own activities to care about what we were doing. Or rather, what Carmen was doing to me.
“You go on and enjoy that,” she said, nodding her head toward the window. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.” Her eyes darkened as they looked back down at my cock.
I should have felt badly for not focusing more on her. I should’ve pulled her up my body and feasted on her lips. I should have been squeezing her ample breasts and licking her pert nipples. But one glance at the window and all of my attention was back in that room. Back on Oliver.
My heart hammered wildly in my chest when I found him watching me and when he saw that he had my full attention, he smiled; a sinfully wicked smile that promised so much more to come. Slowly, his tongue slid out and licked over his bottom lip and I visibly shuddered as goose bumps raced over my skin. I held my breath as I waited to see what he was going to do next. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long.
Oliver grabbed the man’s jaw and gave him a scorching kiss right before he lowered to his knees. I tried to hold myself steady as tremors of need began wracking my body. I’d never felt so on edge, so filled with anticipation, in my life. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like if I were the one standing in that room with Oliver kneeling in front of me.
What would it be like to kiss another man? To feel a strong, tight body pressed against my own instead of the softer, curvier body I was used to. What would it feel like to have those plush lips wrapped around my cock, licking and sucking me and taking me down his throat? What would it be like to taste his cock in my own mouth? My cock began leaking as the desires I’d locked away for so long suddenly sprang to life, refusing to be ignored any longer.
