Chapter 56: Seducing Loren

I was away in St. Louis and Denver the following week and a half. Fran reported that Loren had deepened their friendship, and even came by the apartment with her a couple of evenings to help do a communal dinner. In the process, she got to know Matt and Aidan better, but there was nothing overt that happened other than good friends getting together for a meal. She left early, and even said she didn’t want to crimp anyone’s style.

Fran and I found it surprising that Loren hadn’t even raised any questions about the wedding or the things we’d discussed at the Halloween Party. I know we’d pushed on Loren’s boundaries rather hard that night, and I suspected that she was going through a self-examination process.

My first Friday back home from that trip, Loren and Fran arrived at the apartment from work shortly after I’d gotten home from a grocery trip. I felt the need to exercise my culinary skills, so I’d planned on making some chicken marsala for everyone. I was pounding the shit of the chicken filets to make them thin when they arrived.

After declaring victory over the long-dead chicken, I washed up and went to Fran. She floated into my arms and we shared one of those toe-curling, mind-blowing kisses she did that always reminded me why I gave her a diamond and pledged to spend the rest of my life with her. After a few whispers about ‘Later,’ we parted.

Loren had watched us. She looked at Fran, and asked, “May I do that with Steve?”

Fran smiled with encouragement and nodded at me.

Loren came into my arms and tried to duplicate Fran’s hot kiss. I could tell she was trying, but I went along with her efforts and enjoyed every second of her attention. Afterwards, she just hugged me and seemed to purr gently as I held her in my arms and she had her head against my neck.

A minute or so later, I went back to my role as chef. Fran served up some wine for each of us. Sheila came home from the museum, Ivy appeared with kisses and a brief report about her new job at the main Boston library, Ally flew in and right back out after a change of clothes with apologies because she’d promised Matt they’d go to a hockey game, and René texted that her services in the ER were in high demand because of a couple of multiple car accidents and some victims from the collapse of a construction scaffold.

Thus, I set up dinner for the five of us around our dining room table. I’d made enough for a dozen of us, so there’d be good leftovers the rest of the weekend and good pickin’ for René when she finally could get home from the hospital.

I served up a really smooth meal with the flourish of a master chef. Jane had inspired me a few days earlier talking about the cooking school she’d attended in Europe. My mother had insisted when I was a teen that I know how to cook a nutritional meal for myself and not subsist on pizza alone, so I kept in shape in college while a lot of other guys got pretty pudgy.

After dinner, Sheila and Ivy did clean up, while Fran, Loren, and I turned into the living room space and fired up a romantic chick-flick on the DVD player. We’d dimmed the lights, but were nowhere near complete darkness.

Fran and Loren sat on either side of me, and I had my arms around them. This was the coziest I’d been with Loren since Halloween, and I was on my best behavior.

Fran pulled my hand over to her breast, and encouraged me to start fondling her luscious tits from outside her V-neck blouse. I slowly toyed with each breast, slowly enticing the nipples to an erect state through the thin material of her blouse and bra.

Sheila and Ivy cuddled up together on the love seat to watch the movie with us. I felt Loren lean around me to see how they positioned themselves. I suspect the sapphic intimacy might have piqued her interest and curiosity.

When I had my hand inside Fran’s blouse, I leaned in a kissed her. She whispered to me, “Do Loren. Kiss her too. I’ll have you later.”

I nodded my understanding, and reminded myself that we were still coercing Loren to a new way of life with new boundaries and borders for her behavior. I turned my attention to her, and she responded nicely to the first few kisses.

I had my left-hand fondling Fran’s bare breasts and enjoying the erotic feeling of her excited nipples rubbing across my fingers and palm. At the same time, I was French kissing Loren and stroking her arm.

I moved my arm around Loren so that my hand could cup one of her breasts but outside her clothes. Midway into the kiss, I could feel her stiffen as my hand made contact. I persisted since she said nothing and didn’t break our kiss. I felt a slight relaxation in her posture as I started to stroke her orbs through the blouse she wore that was similar to Fran’s. She was also wearing a bra.

I didn’t ignore Fran completely, but at each opportunity Fran pushed me more to Loren. I knew what her plan was, but I still liked kissing and fondling my fiancée. I wondered if Loren thought it too strange to have me alternately kissing the two of them.

After assuring that Loren’s nipples had risen to a possible white-hot condition beneath her clothing, I slowly slipped my hand inside her blouse after undoing a button. That act had a number of implications: I had to pull Loren closer to me and thus I could kiss her better and more passionately, I was touching her in a sexual way that might be too much for her psyche, and I started to develop an erection at the excitement of feeling new skin.

I cupped Loren’s breast nearest to me, feeling the luxury of her excitement in my bare palm. I kissed my way along Loren’s neck, focusing on what I knew about this erogenous zone. She purred again, and I could hear her breath get deeper and faster with the sexual excitement.

Somewhere in front of us the movie continued to play. Ivy and Sheila were kissing, but not in any rush to accomplish anything. I think they wanted to see where things would go with Loren.

Next to me, Loren started to rub her legs together. I wondered if later I should try to do anything beneath her skirt. I guess I’d see how the evening went.