“I don’t know how I feel about this,” she said as we were driving to our date.
“I don’t know. They’re so young.”
“Sweetie, you’re only 25 yourself.”
“But, they’re, like, college kids.”
“Kids,” I said sarcastically, “you were in college not three years ago now.”
“It just feels weird. They’re probably hippies who don’t shower.”
“I doubt that. They’re meeting us in a swanky hotel downtown, not in the parking lot of Phish concert.”
“Well, then they’re probably hipsters who don’t shower.”
“You saw their picture. He doesn’t look hipster at all. And she. Well, she seems to be very into you. Isn’t that all you look for in a person?”
“Just give it a shot. You’re always like this before meeting new people. You always think the worst.”
“I know,” she said humbly.
I reached my hand from the wheel to her knee. “You know why you do that, don’t you?”
“Cause you’re afraid of rejection. You reject them before they have the chance to reject you. But you’ve never been rejected.”
Her hand moved mine up to her crotch. “Pet me, Daddy.”
We were on a very curvy and busy road to the hotel. “Lo, not now.”
“Don’t you reject me,” she said. “Pet me.”
I pet her crotch. She leaned back in her seat. “You always know how to calm me down.”
“Don’t get too calm there, sweetheart, we don’t want to be pulled over.”
We got to the hotel entrance and the valet came out to greet us.
“You scope the place out, I’m going to park.”
“Just have the valet do it,” she said.
“Are you kidding? This place ain’t cheap. I’ll be lucky if we get out of the bar without having to write an I.O.U.”
“I don’t want to go in there alone. They don’t know what I look like and I barely know what they look like.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll be five minutes.”
I let her out and waved off the valet. She looked damn sweet. It was a Friday night and she wore her fine fitting jeans and a plunging top that accentuated the curve of her breasts. I waited a bit in the car to watch her hips move as she walked in her heels. She turned and blew me a kiss before entering the doors that were held open by the bellhop.
This was the big double-blind date with Zach and Erin. It had taken a long while to coordinate because apparently their social schedule is as busy as ours. More than once we thought that they might have gotten cold feet and we wrote to make sure that they hadn’t. We assured them it was ok if they wanted to back out. The last thing we wanted was to be pushy or coerce them in any way. It was bad enough that I was older than the two of them combined!
I had double and triple checked with Lo as to whether I should chaperone or not. At first she said she preferred to meet them alone, but then, when the final version of the plans was to meet up close to their place, she changed her mind and asked if I would come along. Of course I would! But she made sure it was ok with them as well. They were fine with it. By now they were avid readers of the blog and Erin had said that she had cum “many times” to it, so they were actually eager to meet me — the mysterious H.H. She went on to say laudatory things about my writing and the blog in general. I won’t deny that I was flattered. (Ecstatically flattered, if I am honest.) So I was very eager to join. I made sure Lo knew that I was content to merely be her chauffeur and chaperone were she to take it to the next level.
Already, through our e-mails, this couple was rapidly endearing themselves to us. They seemed worldly, well read (one of their favorite books was Lolita), and many of their interests converged with ours (and not just in the bedroom).
It was ironic that our most recent post put “being single” at the top of the list and here was a couple responding, but Lo wasn’t complaining — quite the contrary. The more they wrote to us, the more frantic she became in the bedroom, frequently whispering in my ear, “Do you think he’ll. . . ? Do you think she’ll. . . ?” It became a fun game of hers to go through the possibilities, combinations, and permutations that a threesome presented.
Through the course of our e-mails and phone calls a twist in our storyline came to light. It turned out that Erin was due to begin her fall semester abroad. She was embarking for Paris to study music history in only a few weeks. At the time that we found this out, Lo was in the throes of her summer final exams as well as work and we had two sets of summer vacationers staying with us. They were no less busy with preparing for Erin’s impending departure and summer jobs.
But the real twist was how incredibly enlightened and mature this couple was — Erin told Lo that though she would be going away, they weren’t going to be making the usual futile undergrad couple pact — “I promise I will be faithful to you.” No, not at all. They had already discussed and agreed that though their hearts belong to each other, there would be no harm in either of them taking up sexual partners to satisfy what they both knew to be their fierce sexual desire.
OK, we thought, we’ve definitely got to meet this couple before Erin leaves for Europe!
[Excerpt from the story, “Correspondences,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]