Chapter 13: The Bimbo

The Saturday night party at Ross and Crystal’s house was well populated; twenty-two people were there. When it came time to choose up partners for some lovemaking and sex, there were a lot of choices. I think both the men and the women liked this.

Beth gravitated to Ross over dinner, so they paired off for the first round. I didn’t keep tabs on my sister. Ross was a superb lover and would give my sis a treat.

I went off with Myron – Sheri’s husband. His attendance at these parties was rare since he usually took the opportunity to go off for a liaison with his secretary. I teased him by asking whether his secretary hadn’t been available. He looked surprised that I knew of his weakness for what Sheri referred to as the bimbo. He deflected the question.

Myron turned out to be a rather lackluster lover, or rather sex partner. He was in the game only for his own gratification. He climbed on, pumped a few times, and came. I was glad I’d asked him to use a condom. He then went off to the bar. If that was how he usually was, poor Sheri.

Over the evening, I learned that my sister had become somewhat of a legend for her sexual prowess and experience. I’d never asked her how many men she’d been with, but apparently Allison did at dinner with others around to hear the answer; she was forward like that. Beth told her that the number was probably around three-hundred men and maybe twenty or thirty women, depending on how she counted. Those numbers certainly impressed me.

I asked about Beth being a legend with Molly, who had also finished early with her partner. She told me, “Oh, your sister has it all. Besides all that rich cock she gets to play with, she’s the most empowered woman that I think I’ve ever met. She gorgeous, oozes sex appeal, success, and accomplishment, has a large number of men as repeat business, and has her head screwed on straight with no remorse about her career path. She’d having fun in life and is happy. That’s what makes her a living legend.”

I logged that away as a personal goal for how I’d like to be perceived by my friends. If I changed the sexes involved, I could certainly think of Dax that way. He had all those characteristics. The only part of his job that he didn’t like was the travel and need to stay away overnights each week.

Beth added to her mystique over the evening. Apparently, she did a few things during sex that were unique, at least for the men in our group. I noted what they were to practice and adopt them into my own repertoire.

Beth was a championship twerker. She could move her hips, and hence her pussy in a way that could probably bring a guy off in seconds. She had those muscles tuned up for that, and could do it rapidly. She could also use her Kegel muscles to milk a cock even while sitting almost stationary. She also had a vocabulary for ‘dirty talk’ that transcended the ordinary.

Beth played with her partner’s hair, varied her rhythmic movements, used the skill of touch, lick, and kiss, and the touching of erogenous zones better than the rest of us, I learned. I made lots of mental notes about what to do in the future. I even started some of those with my second and third partners that night.

Later, Beth told me that she had learned a lot of her lovemaking skills from her friend Amy when they double-dated on some of their escort dates. We hadn’t had a request for two escorts yet, but Beth was sure that we’d get something like that when some guy and his wingman were in town and feeling needy.

Sunday, we hung around the house. Beth used her laptop to do some updates to her website, even using some photos of her beside the pool that she had me take. She was more technically smart than I’d given her credit for. In the afternoon and evening, the two of us ganged up on Dax. I sure didn’t get any complaints from him.

Monday, Beth and I did some shopping together. Being in Florida, we had more summery things in the department stores than up north.

In the evening, urged on by Beth about how to do the ‘cross sell’, I set up a double-date with a guy I didn’t know that well named Matt Wentworth. I called him back regarding his booking for an evening, and explained that I also had a ‘hot’ sister also available. Matt sounded interested and said he’d call me back. He did, and so we booked a double evening. I boldly made sure we’d both be paid separately.