Message-ID: <28045asstr$977821803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200012260314.TAA29279@mail10.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "First Name Last Name" Subject: {ASSM} Deja Vue, 1/2, a flashing MMF story by Marc Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 04:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw It was a story book romance. We met through a personal ad. Both of us were in our early 30's, both childless in our first marriages, and both divorced for a couple of years. Three dates later we were lovers. Jerry was an exquisite lover. My experience had been that first times with other lovers were often disappointing - - too fast, too rushed. "Slow down," I pleaded, "I don't want to rush." "I'll go slow, Barbara" he insisted, "but I want you naked now!" I thought he would be quick, most guys lost control quickly. I was ready for that, even if it hurt, sometimes. "Jerry, I have some KY in the bath room. Let me get that, it'll be easier. . ." "We're not going to need that," he promised, "there's no hurry now." He took his time. Kisses on the lips, long, soft kisses. On the neck. On the shoulder. Lower, teasing forever it seemed, until I took his head in my hands and guided it to the center of the breast he had been teasing, so I could finally feel his tongue on my nipple. His tongue teased my belly, my navel. My ankle, my knee, my inner thigh. I've never had a first time lover do that, go so slowly, so erotically, but he did, and he positioned his own body so that I might hold his leg, but he wasn't interested in me pleasuring him - he wanted to do all of the work, and he told me so. I tried to push his head, to center him over me, but he refused. Finally, at last, he took my hands from holding his head and guided them to my pelvis, instead. He looked up at me, his head was between my knees now, and his body further down the bed. "Open yourself." "Huh?" I didn't understand. He positioned my hands on either side of my vulva, finger tips right at the edges, and with his hands over mine, caressed them into a spreading motion. "Open yourself for me, open yourself wide!" No one had ever asked me to do that before! I did what he wanted. I felt a cooling as his breath excited me, and then a shock as I felt the softest touch, it must have been his tongue, on my clit! An orgasm, just like that! A little while later, another, as his tongue served as a surrogate penis. Finally, lifting up, his face wet with him and me, he said "Barbara, I can't wait any longer. I need to be in you." "Don't wait," I told him, "do it now. " I pulled him up over me, felt him, his penis, there, guided it to me, felt him penetrate - ecstasy! He was right: In his hands I didn't need lubrication from a tube, I produced more than enough! He controlled himself a long time, sometimes going fast and hard, sometimes slowly, but still hard, until after what seemed like hours, he said "I can't hold back much more, I'm sorry, I have to . . ." And his pace increased, I held his cock as he pushed in. I felt in it his bounding pulse, felt that other feeling, too, as that vein throbbed, and he emptied himself into me. "I'm sorry," he said moments later, "I was too excited, I couldn't wait." Couldn't wait? It was 1 AM, and I know we were in the bed at 11! I had, while we were making love, worried that maybe I wasn't exciting enough for him, he seemed to be able to go on forever, at least compared to other lovers I've known. He couldn't wait? He thought that was fast? Wow! What'll happen when he can control himself? Those were wonderful thoughts to fall asleep with in the arms of this man. Over the next weeks, he showed me what would happen when he had control. Love making, at least his version of it, took time. Hours, sometimes all afternoon, and when we spent the night together, most of the night.. "You're a wonderful lover," I told him many times. "Only with you," he assured me, and went on to demonstrate just how wonderful he was at it. It was inevitable that we began sharing friends, too. We were spending so much time at each other's place we were thinking about admitting what was going on, and living together, too. "I want you to meet Jack," he said. He told me Jack had been his friend for ten years - Jack knew his first wife, helped him emotionally through his divorce, and had been an all around good guy. Jack had been on a month's vacation - in the month Jerry and I met, dated, became lovers, became an 'item' among our other friends. I did want to meet Jack, the man who meant so much to Jerry. "Dinner for the three of us at Jason's", Jerry told me. Jack was breaking up with his girlfriend, and didn't want to share the evening with anyone but his good friend so he could meet me. "He wants to see if you meet the standards he's set for my girlfriend," Jerry told me with a smile. My god, Jack was a doll! He was handsome, as handsome as Jerry, but in a different way. Tall, dark haired, with a wonderful warm smile. "I wish I had met you before Jerry did," Jack said, the ultimate complement for a woman like me. "Well, I'm glad to meet you too," I told him, "But Jerry's the guy for me, even if you are tall dark and handsome." It was a wonderful dinner, I was being escorted by two handsome men who were good friends, and one of them was my lover. "There's not a woman here who's not jealous of me," I announced, looking over the crowded room. "There's not a woman here as lovely, any of those guys would trade places with either of us," Jack said. I was basking in the attention throughout the meal. Afterwards we walked toward Jack's apartment, me in the middle, a handsome man on each side. "Huh?" Jack said something I missed. "I just said 'deja vue' to Jerry, Barbara." "About what? What's that mean?" Jerry changed the subject: "Jack, let's not go there. We can go right home. It's been a great evening." Jerry knew me well enough to know I was going to get to the bottom of the deja vue comment. He knew for sure that his attempt to distract me wasn't going to work. "Oh, come on up, have a drink," Jack said. "Yeah, Jerry, let's go up, I'm having a good time," I cast my vote, too. In a couple of moments we were in the apartment, brandy in snifters, enjoying the view of the city and lake. "What did you mean, deja vue, downstairs?" I asked, being relentless. "Well," Jack started, when Jerry interrupted - "We really should be going, Barbara." There was a secret here, and I wanted to know it, and Jerry knew I wouldn't give up. That -- what Jerry just did, is called a pull away close in sales training, and I'm a sucker for it.. "Come on, talk!" There was hemming and hawing, and finally after Jack extracted a promise that I'd bear no grudges, agreed to tell me what it was about. "A couple of months ago, before Jerry even met you, the girl I just broke up with and I took him to dinner where we went last night," "Oh, you mean just like tonight, except it was your girl friend?" "That's right, that's what happened," Jerry said, interrupting Jack. Jack countered: "Not only that. She said she liked being with two handsome guys, too." "I can understand that," I said. "There's more. We got here and were sitting like this." We were all three on the sofa, facing the window, the lights were low, it was a romantic setting. "I began kissing her," Jack said, "and then to keep things fair she said she wanted to kiss Jerry, too." "Oh." "Well, one thing led to another, and, well, it didn't end with kisses." "Oh. Uh, where did it end? You mean . . .?" "Uh, Barbara, it's not polite for men to talk about things like this. Let me just say the three of us had a great time messing around." I sat up. This was new stuff to me. Two men, one woman! A sudden thought: "Are you two, like, gay, or something?" "No, no, Jerry and I are as heterosexual as can be. But I'll tell you, it was sexy for her, and for me." "Ah, and you were thinking that circumstances were almost the same, and. . : "Yeah, something like that." "And Jerry, you went along with that, just like that?" "Yeah, I guess so, I did." "Wow. Two men and one woman. That's mind boggling. Two handsome men and one woman. Is that why you broke up with her, Jack, because of that?" "No, no. She just got a great job out of state, and she became 'geographically undesirable'. We still see each other, but not with Jerry, of course, but the relationship has ended for that reason, not because of what happened here." "Let's go, Barbara," Jerry pleaded. Another pull away. "Not yet, honey. Tell me, did doing those things to her with Jack there bother you? Did you think it bothered Jack?" "No to both questions. I think we should go." I wasn't ready to go, not yet. I was learning things about the man I thought I loved. "Jack, did it bother you?" "No, of course not. It was fun. Great fun. I mean, what could be nicer? I was here with a girl I really liked, and my best friend was here too, and the conditions were just right, and those things happen. It made a wonderful memory for me, and I know for her, and I think for Jerry, too. Right, Jerry?" "Yeah, it is a nice memory, but that was then. Honey, don't be mad about this," Jerry told me. "It started out light-hearted and fun, it happened only once, and everyone went away happy." "Is that true?" I asked Jack. "Sure is." Jerry kissed me, closed mouthed, gently. "I'm not mad," I assured him. Jack was watching. "I thought he could kiss better than that - he sure did that night," he said, and put a hand on either of my cheeks, turned my face to him, and kissed me. It started soft, hardly touching. Then his lips parted, I could feel that. A moment later, his tongue was at my lips, then between them. It was almost involuntary on my part, my own lips opened, and our tongues touched. Electricity crackled. Finally he stopped - it was surprising to me, he began moving away, and I followed him, holding onto the kiss those last few seconds. Erotic doesn't come close to the feeling of having a handsome man kiss me while my boyfriend watched. "I'm beginning to understand how something like that could happen," I muttered. "It's as natural as water running downhill", Jack said. He kissed me again. More fireworks. "As natural as that." "Jerry," I asked, turning to him, "was it just like that? Is that how it started?" "Like deja vue?" Jack asked, and after a thoughtful moment Jerry responded: "Deja vue." I looked from one to the other: they were waiting for me to say something. I couldn't resist, or at least didn't want to. They both looked at me. There was a long pause. "It's not deja vue for me. . ." I finally said, "Too bad," Jack sighed, until I continued ". . .because I wasn't here." "Oh? And if you had been here?" "It could be, I understand how it could have happened," I agreed, looking at my boyfriend. "Good," he said, "I'm glad you understand," and used the moment to pull me toward him, and our lips met in a not very subtle passionate kiss - mouths open, tongues caressing - more exciting than most kisses, and even more exciting because Jack was watching. "Being kissed by two handsome men," I muttered, "what more could a woman want?" "Well, maybe I can offer a suggestion or two as to what you might like," Jack said. "For instance, this sofa opens, and it's much more comfortable looking at the view laying down. I'll show you, if you get up." It took him just a minute to remove the cushions, and flip open the sofa. It turned into a queen sized bed. In another moment he had the top sheet folded back, and the upper part of the bed inclined as a back board. "Your place is in the middle," he said. "Is this what happened when your girlfriend was here with the two of you?" "Yes" -- "No" Jack and Jerry talked over each other. "Well, almost," they said almost in unison. "How is it different?" "Marsha -- she was my girlfriend -- she was very fussy about keeping her clothes neat." "She undressed??" "No, no. She just borrowed a robe that she changed into so her clothes wouldn't get all wrinkled." "A robe?" "Yeah, that's all. But you know, it was really exciting to have her between us wearing a robe. It helped make it something I'll never forget." My mind soared at the image of being on this sofa, this bed, between these two guys, in a robe instead of my pants suit. What an erotic idea. Jerry offered support: "I agree, I couldn't forget that night, ever." Well, if she did it . . . "Uh, I could understand that. don't want to get my clothes all wrinkled, either. Jerry, would you mind if Jack gave me a robe or something like that to wear?" "No, get comfortable -- get as comfortable as you like." "Come with me, Barbara." Jack lead me to a guest bath room. "There's one of my robes in the closet. There's some of Marsha's stuff still here too, for when she comes back to visit, but . . .." "I wouldn't want to wear anything of hers, Jack." "I understand that." He left. What would it be, I wondered, as I took off my jacket? Pantyhose and bra underneath the robe? Who was I kidding? I wanted to feel soft and erotic. If I went out there with this robe on I would feel that way. It would be for fun -- but only that, nothing serious. So I completely undressed, and was so aware of feeling sexy, and hot, and even wet, as I wrapped the robe around myself, and tied the belt tightly around my waist. The guys were on the sofa, shirts open at the collar, shoes and socks off, when I came back into the room. "You look wonderful," Jerry told me. "Come on here by me. Come here, between us." I did. For a few minutes we all lay there, looking out over the city lights, a peaceful and romantic moment. "Come here, Barbs." I rolled toward Jerry, and assumed my usual comfortable position with him, on my side, my upper leg over his hip, my arms around him. My head was on one of his arms, the other reached over my waist, and pulled me tighter. "Do you mind if I kiss you here?" he whispered. I didn't answer in words, I just held him tighter, and covered his mouth with mine. "Oh, that's sexy," Jack muttered, and I could feel him move on the sofa-bed while Jerry and I held each other. He rolled behind me, and then I was between the two of them, being pressed into each of them by the other. I knew Jerry was aroused, I could feel that extra hardness in his groin pushing into me, and then there was Jack's pelvis against my buttocks -- more than just his pelvis pushing there, too. One of his hands crept over my waist, and pulled me against him. "All this attention, it's nice," I said. "I think I understand how your Marsha liked it." ------------------------------------------------------------ --== Sent via Deja.com ==-- http://www.deja.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+