Sleep did not come easy that night when Allison never called. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall watching the two of them. Every time I started to fantasize about them having sex, I would remember Brad’s promise that he would not seduce her when she came over. If nothing else, I trusted him.
The ring of the phone next to the bed woke me. I glanced at the digital clock as I picked up the receiver. It was already nine o’clock and I had overslept.
"Are you up?" asked Allison.
"Well, I am now." I fell back into my pillow and yawned. "Thanks for waking me. I overslept." I heard the static of her cell phone. "Where are you?"
"In your driveway. Get up and let me in."
"Oh Jesus," I laughed, hanging up the phone. I grabbed a robe and walked through the house to the front door.
"Is Mark gone?" asked Allison, following me into the kitchen.
"Yes, he left hours ago." I poured the remnants of his coffee down the drain. "I couldn’t sleep last night wondering what was going on with you guys."
"Well, it was quite a night." She plopped down on the breakfast stool, dropping her purse on the floor. "I didn’t get any sleep."
I looked at her with a raised eyebrow while I filled the pot with fresh water.
"Oh, don’t worry. Brad was a gentleman." She grinned and gave me a wink.
"I can see why you like him. He’s has… presence."
"Presence?" I chuckled.
"Yes, presence. Regal-looking, calm, thoughtful, commanding."
"Commanding?" I leaned against the breakfast bar, arms crossed, and stared at her.
"Oh Joni, stop," laughed Allison. "The man never touched me, alright?"
"Then what was so commanding about him?"
"His presence."
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I was trying to make my frustration sound humorous, but my nerves were showing through.
"Yes, as soon as you’re through questioning my use of words." When I didn’t respond, she continued. "Brad had another guest when I arrived – a friend of his named Troy Hawkins. I assumed from their conversations that you had never met Troy."
I shook my head no.
"Troy was also invited to Warren’s party, but wasn’t going because of work commitments today, and I think perhaps because he didn’t have someone to bring."
"So Brad was fixing you two up?" I asked.
"Well, he was introducing us, as well as meeting me because of your call."
"So what did you think of Troy?"
"Well…" she grinned mischievously. "I just left his bed."
"Good grief," I said, pulling up a barstool. "You’ve got a lot of talking to do."
She giggled and continued. "Oh God, Joni, what a night. I haven’t even slept, and yet I’m not even tired. It must be the adrenaline."
"Start at the beginning."
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "When I got there, Brad poured me a glass of wine and the three of us sat around and got acquainted. They took turns asking me about what I did for a living and what kind of activities I enjoyed. Brad was easy to talk to, but Troy made me nervous. There was an immediate sexual connection between us and his questions made me feel like he was strategizing."
"Strategizing?"
"You know, like each question has a purpose and is building on the next question until suddenly you’ve exposed something you didn’t realize you were exposing."
"Oh," I laughed. "And we know how much you like exposing yourself."
"Right. I found myself resisting his questions, and limiting my responses, which only seemed to build the sexual tension between us. He enjoyed the sparring and Brad fostered the game occasionally."
"How?"
"Oh, by saying things like, ‘I don’t think she answered that question, did she?’ and Troy would ask it again. After about an hour or so, we got on the subject of D/s. I was feeling the confidence of my second glass of wine when I recounted my experiences with James and the parts of our relationship that I enjoyed."
"What did they think of that?" I asked.
"Neither of them really commented on it, but Troy seemed more aroused when I talked about the spankings. He wanted to know all about them, like whether I preferred his hand on my bottom or a wooden paddle."
I felt myself getting aroused at the thought of their conversation. "What did you say?"
"I looked him in the eye and said that I preferred his hand because I wanted him to feel my pain, and that I also liked how hot his hand got when he spanked me."
"What did he say then?"
"Nothing. He just got up and walked outside onto Brad’s patio." I laughed as she continued. "Brad seemed rather pleased with my effect on Troy. He made some kind of comment about me showing great promise."
"Wow, I don’t even think I’ve shown great promise."
"Oh, he adores you," she confirmed. "There’s no doubt about that."
"What makes you say that?" I was anxious to hear what he said about me.
"Anytime your name came up he referred to you as "my Joni". What’s that about?"
"I don’t know." I was surprised by the news. "How did he use it?"
"All the time. Like when he introduced me to Troy he said, ‘This is my Joni’s friend, Allison.’ And when we were discussing spanking he said that I had ‘certainly turned my Joni on with that story’."
"Interesting…"
"Can I go on?" asked Allison.
"Of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sidetrack you. What happened with Troy?"
"Well, he came back from the patio and commented that Brad was playing on of his favorite CDs. He took the remote off the table and turned it up a notch and then came over and said, ‘dance with me’. The conversational tone was gone from his voice when he said it, Joni, and I can’t tell you how it impacted me."
"I think I know what you mean."
"It was probably the most intense dance I’ve ever had, that’s for sure." She laughed nervously for a moment. "Everything about him felt hard – his face, his body, his hands on my lower back… and definitely his cock."
"Whoa…" I whispered.
"I was so nervous being that close to him that I was shaking. He smiled when he felt me trembling and said, "don’t worry, I won’t bite… yet."
"Cute."
"I think it took about three songs before I started breathing normally again. He held me so tight that it was intoxicating, not to mention arousing."
"What was Brad doing?"
"Sitting on the couch watching us."
"Did that bother you?"
"No, I kind of liked him watching us. Weird, huh?"
"Nothing is weird to me anymore," I laughed.
"Troy was casually exploring my body while we danced and each song felt more erotic than the last. I can’t tell you how turned on I was. He knew it too. He wove his fingers in my hair and held my ear next to his mouth, half kissing, half whispering to me until I thought I was going to drop."
"What did he say?"
"Oh God, Joni… I don’t know if I can repeat it."
"Allison, don’t you dare stop now."
"Well, first he asked me if I could feel how I affected him. I didn’t trust myself to speak and nodded my head yes. His cock was practically breaking through his pants. Then he said, ‘so you can see that I want you.’ I whispered yes as he bit my ear. If we weren’t dancing, I swear I would have fallen. Then he asked me if I wanted him. I couldn’t speak; I just nodded my head yes. The he said, ‘show me.’"
I let out a screech and gave her a hug. "Oh my God, what did you do?"
"I stopped breathing, what do you think I did? We continued to dance while I thought about it. I swear I didn’t know how I could show him that I wanted him more than what my body was already showing him."
"So what did you do?"
"You won’t believe this." She hid her face in her hands and laughed before continuing.
"What?"
"I took off my clothes."
"Oh my God!" I gasped. "What happened?"
"When he realized I was unbuttoning my dress he loosened his grip on me and watched. It was a powerful moment between us. Then he stopped dancing when I let my dress fall to the floor. I was glad my back was to Brad."
"Were you naked?"
"No, I had on a bra and I wore stockings and a garter."
"Oh, you slut, you," I teased. "What did Troy do then?"
"He picked up my dress from the floor and laid it across one of chairs and then took me back in his arms and started dancing again. And then he kissed me… and kissed me… and kissed me, until I could no longer move. I was intoxicated by him and his hard cock pressing against me."
"What did you do?"
"I begged him to let me have it."
"Oh God, did he?"
"Yes, he unbuckled his pants right there in front of Brad and pulled out his cock and told me to suck it. I’ve never wanted a man so bad in my life. Crazy huh?"
"No, not at all," I assured her. "What did Brad do while you two were doing that?"
"Oh Joni, that was so hot," she continued. "He got up and poured a glass of wine and then came over and stood at the side and watched. Troy was trying to control his pleasure in front of Brad but he was so ready to come. Brad reached into my hair and pulled my head back at one point so that only the tip of Troy’s cock remained in my mouth. Then he said, ‘I liked the way she begged for that’. Troy grinned and said that was the only reason he gave it to me. Brad suggested that Troy make me beg for his cum as well."
"I assume you did."
"Oh yes, quite nicely, I must say," she giggled. "Brad released my hair and stepped back to watch. It was so hot. God, Troy gave it to me. He was pretty turned on too."
"So what happened after that?"
"Troy took me home and we fucked all night. I told you I haven’t even slept yet."
"Who would have guessed? No wonder you didn’t call me last night."
"Sorry, I was a little busy."
"So are you going to coming with us today to Napa?" I asked.
"Not today. Troy has to work and wants to spend some more time alone with me tonight. He says we have to bond first." She laughed as I poured her a cup of coffee.
"Sounds like you bonded last night."
"Well, it was a hell of a start. I think we’re going to drive up on Saturday."
"Oh, good. Then you will be coming."
"I think so, but you know us subs don’t make the decisions." We both laughed.
©Copyright 1998 Angela Preston. These stories may not be reprinted in any form without written permission.