Message-ID: <44097asstr$1061856605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030825142823.29296.qmail@sunwave.com> MBOX-Line: From cyan@protgp.com Mon Aug 25 07:28:23 2003 From: cyan@protgp.com X-Track: Y3lhbjp1bmtub3du X-Spam-Status: No, hits=-99.4 required=5.0 tests=NO_REAL_NAME,USER_IN_WHITELIST version=2.20 X-Spam-Level: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 07:28:21 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} RP: Avoiding Trouble (fixed) Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 20:10:05 -0400 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: dennyw, RuiJorge Hi all, Here is a repost of the story I posted last week. This time I fixed the quote marks so you are more likely to see them correctly. If you have any comments on this or my other posted stories, please feel free to write me directly or to post them at: My previously posted stories can be found at: Enjoy! -Cy Avoiding Trouble by Cyan Copyright 2003 by Cyan "Hmm, well," said Angela and I could see she was contemplating the question *what next?* It had certainly been a busy day, and we'd been quite late getting to supper, so I could easily imagine just going back up to our room and reading a bit before falling asleep, even if this was our vacation. And I knew Angela enjoyed such evenings too even if she did tend to push herself out more than I did. At least we were no longer feeling so hungry. "I wonder where the men gather around here?" Angela mused. Well, that was Angela for you. And the truth is, when we envisioned this trip, we did indeed give some thought to the guys we might meet. But I suppose the difference between Angela and me was that she is inclined to follow through and put herself out there while left to myself, I'm likely to take the easy route and end up meeting no one. Perhaps she's been good for me. "Where do you get the energy?" I said. She grinned. "You're not pooping out on me, are you?" "We got up at six this morning," I pointed out. "Your idea, as I recall, and I pointed out the disadvantages. So what is it next, back to the ol' hotel room?" I said nothing and that was enough for her to get the picture. "There'll be other nights," said Angela, "gotta make sure you're not still a virgin when we get home." Now that was outright slander, but I knew she merely referred to the fact that my experiences tended to be infrequent. "We'll write off the sex for our first night." I usually just ignore her more outrageous comments like that one. "Of course," she added with a sly look, "with just the two of us a thousand miles from anyone, this would be our perfect chance if we wanted to see what *it* would be like..." "It?" I asked. She looked at me and grinned. "Don't say you never wondered. Every woman does." I began to think I knew what she was talking about but couldn't believe it of her! She grinned even more if anything. "I'm *not* suggesting something, but--you will admit you've wondered, right?" Had I wondered what it would be like with another woman? I'm sure I must have but I'd certainly never dwelled on the idea. I well knew what appealed to me and that was a relationship with a man. "Besides," Angela said, "I know a sure way to put a friendship in danger is to experiment with a little sex. Would both friends manage to keep it just sex? Or would they start feeling something? Or just one of them? And then what about when they wanted to move on? If it was more than sex to even one of them, carrying on the friendship afterward would be difficult." I admit I was getting uncomfortable with the way she went on about the subject even if I privately agreed with her objections. I felt I had to show her I understood but somehow agreeing seemed like it would also be admitting something that simply wasn't true, that without such specific objections I'd be open to the idea. Sometimes Angela is just a bit hard for me to deal with. "I know what you mean," I finally said. "Of course you do," said Angela, and though I watched for any hint that she was reading something into this, I sensed nothing. But I well knew there were occasions when it was hard to read Angela. "But, you know..." When she paused, I stared at her, no clue what she might say, but somehow very uncomfortable. "Purely theoretically, of course, I figured out a solution." I stared. She grinned at me again. "I said *theoretically,*" she said, apparently amused at my reaction. For moments, we said nothing. The thought crossed my mind that it would be an excellent time to change the subject, but as all too often, my mind came up short and I sat there paralyzed. "One way to make sure it's just sex and nothing else is if you had *three* instead of two. Then no one would mistake it for..." We sat there again, the pause far too pregnant. I even briefly wondered whether I regretted the whole trip. And it's funny, but my mind hadn't even come to the issue of how such a thing might be done, merely the fact that Angela was saying these things, obviously with *that* in her mind. "Excuse me," Angela said. It was our waitress she spoke to, who had come to take away our plates. When the waitress paused, Angela said, "come up to our room when you get off. We'll have a couple of drinks." I sat there in shock. The waitress stared at Angela a second, then recovered. "I'm afraid I have to get home, but thanks." She looked as if the issue was closed, and I could see she meant to finish clearing and leave as soon as she could. "Just a drink," said Angela, "certainly you can use a minute to relax after working here. To show our appreciation." I needed to say something to prevent this from going any further, but the idea of making some sort of scene was beyond me. "No, but thanks," said the waitress, with deliberate patience. "We could use the company. And would love it if you could give us the inside scoop on this town, right Leah?" She glanced at me! She was pulling me into this. "Well, our room number will be on the check," said Angela, "at least think about it." The waitress hesitated a second, then said "Sure," and I could tell she was just glad for an easy way out of the conversation. "It'll be fun," said Angela, "just a little different talking to someone besides the same people you see every day." But the waitress left without saying more. "Angela!" I said, but then didn't know where to begin. She just smiled. "It's no big deal," she said. "A drink, and maybe find out about this town, maybe the neat places tourists overlook." She made it sound so innocent, but I knew Angela had a way of explaining away her wilder schemes. But on the other hand, it was very difficult to imagine the Angela I'd known so long actually doing what she'd just been suggesting and it was very like her to merely flirt a touch with something outrageous without going through with it. I withheld further comment and the only other thing that happened in the restaurant was that Angela kept smiling when the waitress was back and Angela told her we'd enjoyed ourselves immensely. "Come if you can," was the last thing she said to the waitress. By then, Angela and I had fallen into one of our typical patterns: she embarks on outrageous conversations with other people while I stand there embarrassed, begging her to stop when I have the chance. We looked a little more around the hotel, checking out what sort of crowd was in the club, but soon headed for our room and it wasn't long before I was reading and Angela had the TV on. And it wasn't too much later when there was a knock on our door. "Come in," said Angela as she opened the door, sounding delighted. I wouldn't have credited it, but it was indeed our waitress whom Angela quickly determined was named Kirsten. "You've made our day," said Angela, a touch too enthusiastically. And she pulled out a bottle of wine we'd acquired earlier during the day as well as our bathroom cups. "Tell us, where are you from?" And we soon knew that she went to college in Boston, was working through the summer, and we'd shared with her just a little about life in the midwest in corporate America. "Have you got a boyfriend?" Angela asked. "Well," said Kirsten, hesitating a touch, "not really." "Now *that* needs an explanation," said Angela though it was one of those times that I could see that it would be kinder to let the subject drop. Turns out Kirsten had broken up with a guy right after the end of the semester. "Well, it's obvious that you could have another guy at the snap of your finger," said Angela. Kirsten actually blushed. "You're a sexy little thing," added Angela. Kirsten blushed scarlet. Possibly I had too, at such a comment after Angela's earlier performance, but I was so amazed at what I was watching I don't recall. And as I watched, Angela scooted closer to Kirsten. "Are guys always coming on to you?" said Angela. Kirsten looked out of her depth. "No," she finally said. "But they do, sometimes," said Angela. And as she said it, she lifted her hand and rearranged Kirsten's hair on her shoulder. "How could they not?" After just a little more hesitation, Kirsten said, "Listen, I have to go." But she didn't. After a moment more touching her hair, Angela said, "No you don't." Kirsten suddenly stood. Once out of Angela's reach, she stopped and said, "I *really* have to go, I'm sorry." Angela patted the bed where Kirsten had been sitting and backed up slightly. "We're just getting started," she said, smiling brightly. "We need you tell us about this town." After a pause, she said, "we're just going to talk, OK?" Kirsten stood there, looking indecisive. "What do you need to know?" she asked without moving an inch. "Well," said Angela. "What to see, where we might go that's *better* than these tourist places." "I really haven't been here very long," said Kirsten. "Just relax," said Angela. "You've had a hard day." She picked up the wine. "Come on, just one more drink. OK?" After another excruciating five seconds, Kirsten said, "Look, I thought..." She didn't finish. Angela stood, still with the bottle. She picked up Kirsten's cup and poured. Kirsten stared at her. "Just a drink," said Angela, handing her the cup. "Please..." said Kirsten, but again she didn't finish the thought. "Relax, it's OK," said Angela. Then she drew Kirsten's hand, leading her back to where she'd been sitting. "You've had a hard day," repeated Angela. "Just relax a bit," she said as she sat again. "Tell us about Jim." Jim had been her boyfriend. She looked nervous as she gave us a little rundown of Jim's interests and points, good and bad. As she spoke, Angela again moved close to her. Kirsten still looked nervous though talking seemed to calm her a bit. Angela then put her hand on Kirsten's back. "Well he was an idiot to lose a stunner like you," commented Angela. Kirsten said nothing, and this time didn't move. Angela moved her hand slightly in a little caress. "You are a beauty and he doesn't deserve you in the least," said Angela. "An absolute beauty." I *knew* Kirsten would get up and leave again, but she just sat there and I wondered if she were as paralyzed as I sometimes feel when I'm out of my depth. Angela slowly raised her hand and caressed her head. Then she slowly leaned over and softly kissed Kirsten's cheek. Then, still with no sudden movements, she began to unbutton Kirsten's blouse. There was no doubt now, in Kirsten's mind or in mine. The room was totally silent except I heard Kirsten's breath, slightly ragged as if she were frightened out of her mind. Angela continued unbuttoning and soon Kirsten's blouse was open. Angela managed to give me a momentary sly smile, then began pushing Kirsten's blouse off. Kirsten never moved a muscle, but after a moment, she said "I can't do this." "We're just relaxing," said Angela. She pushed the blouse off and Kirsten sat in her bra. Then, Angela slipped up on the bed behind her and concentrated on undoing it. She had it undone in a second, and in smooth motions, slipped it off. "No," said Kirsten. "Drink," said Angela and picked up the cup and put it to Kirsten's lips. Angela hadn't made any show of looking at Kirsten's breasts which were now totally uncovered. Angela put the cup down. "Stand up," she said, standing herself and drawing Kirsten up by the hands. Then she knelt in front of Kirsten and began undoing her pants. While she was doing it, she gave me a little look and with a motion of her head told me to come over. I heard Kirsten make a tiny noise, almost a squeak. I could feel her fear and embarrassment. "Leah," Angela said, looking my way again. Kirsten's pants were down at her feet and Angela slid her underpants down with them. "Please, no," said Kirsten. Angela stood. "Don't worry, we're just going to relax a little." Then she guided Kirsten over to me! As I sat, they faced me, Kirsten totally nude, Angela standing behind her. Angela ran her hands over Kirsten's hips and sides. Then she reached forward and took one of my hands which she put on Kirsten's stomach. Angela stood close to her, her head over Kirsten's shoulder. "You are so sweet," she whispered in Kirsten's ear. I sat there, my hand on Kirsten's stomach, watching Angela's hands roam up and down her sides. Seeming unsatisfied, Angela reached and lifted my hand until it was on Kirsten's breast. Kirsten's eyes were closed. "You know women love your body," said Angela. "You've done this before." "No," said Kirsten. "I think you have," said Angela. My hand was still on Kirsten's breast and Angela reached up and held her other breast. "No," said Kirsten. "In your mind you have," said Angela. She kissed Kirsten's ear and neck and reached to take my hand which hadn't moved and started moving it. "Your breasts are perfect," said Angela. If not perfect, they were awfully good. She moved to Kirsten's side, then began to lower her down onto the bed next to me! Soon Kirsten was on her side and Angela immediately lay facing her, then grasping her, rolled so Kirsten was on top of her. She pulled Kirsten's head into a kiss. I sat there, still stunned by what was happening. As I sat, Angela reached and took my wrist again, putting my hand on Kirsten's rear. Before letting go, she moved it in a caressing circle. When she'd released me, I continued caressing. Angela had said her breasts were perfect, but her rear was absolutely beautiful and I don't think I could have withdrawn my hand if I'd wanted to. "You are pure sex," said Angela. "You are what women want." She went back to kissing Kirsten and for moments, I simply caressed her rear and the back of her thighs while they lay there like that. But after a minute, she rolled Kirsten back to the bed toward me, lying her on her back. Then sitting up, she leaned over and kissed her breast while fingering her sex. But after just another moment, she suddenly lifted her head, and pulled *me* into a kiss. I was kissing Angela. Releasing me after a moment, she guided my mouth to Kirsten's breast, all while still fingering her. "You come thinking about women, don't you?" said Angela. "No," said Kirsten, her voice breathy. "Yes you do. Even with Jim, you thought about it, I'll bet." Kirsten didn't answer as her breathing picked up. I was there with her nipple in my mouth, astonished at how this day was ending. Thinking about what sort of such tonguing appeals to me, I did my best, but I'm sure Angela's fingers were doing far more. Kirsten came. I withdrew to give her respite from the stimulation. "Kiss her," said Angela but I could see she meant kiss her cheek and mouth so I lay down next to her. As I did so, I found Angela had her own top off and was taking off her bra. "Kiss her," she repeated and I obeyed. Kirsten lay recovering, barely kissing me back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Angela was nude as she lay next to Kirsten again. Seemingly with no thought for me, she grabbed Kirsten's head and turned it so she could be the one to kiss her. Momentary left alone, I saw them both naked, kissing and wondered if I should be elsewhere. I sat up and found myself looking down at them, the mussed-up bed, the clothing, the empty wine bottle and cups. Angela noticed me, broke off the kiss, and said, "Get undressed." Somehow, doing that would be *it.* Then I would definitely be a participant, but of course in truth I already was a participant. "Hurry," said Angela. I still did nothing and seemingly reluctantly, Angela gave up kissing Kirsten and sat up, facing me. I remember the look on Angela's face. For a moment there was sort of frustration, but then she put on a deliberately sexy look, locking eyes with me. Reaching over, she began undoing *my* blouse! I knew I was committing myself to more just by sitting there. She leaned over Kirsten and kissed me on the lips as she undressed me. We all slept in one bed that night, the three of us. Kirsten remained in the middle, sometimes facing me, sometimes Angela. I touched every part of Kirsten's body that night, and I had my hand on her rear most of it. I woke in the morning to find them both dead to the world. Getting up quietly, and thinking about what had happened, I wasn't sure what to do. Finally I figured I'd better shower but I hadn't been there for more than a minute when Angela joined me, bringing Kirsten with her. I wasn't sure what to say to Angela but I never had the chance, hands were on me in seconds, all over me. We were together every night that week as well as one afternoon outdoor adventure which has to go down as my most daring experience ever. But the thing I remember most clearly was one night where after the two of them had performed miracles on me yet another time, Angela said to me, "you know, of the three of us, you're by far the one who likes sex the best." I wasn't at the time in any condition to ask her to explain it and I never have asked though it's always been on my mind. Of course, there's also the story of how well we managed to handle going back to the real world, whether Angela's little theory holds water. We've done reasonably well holding on to friendship. There have been occasions in public when she's given me a knowing glance, as if we were lovers or some such thing, and I have been surprised to find there are times when I am tempted to instigate a bit more fun. But the thing that gets me the most are the sly little looks she gives me when the two of us are out somewhere and we have occasion to talk to an attractive woman. 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