Chapter 58: Conversion and More Firsts

We ate Sunday dinner in the nude. Aidan came by. He’d already met Loren, but seeing her nude was new experience for him, and certainly for her. She again blushed the color of a stop sign, but quieted down after no one made a big deal about it. I think Fran or someone had cued him in about Loren’s reticent nature, so he played it really low key. After our dinner, Chinese takeout, we dressed and I walked Loren home the twelve blocks to her flat.

I made love to Loren again, this time in her bed. I thought it might give her something to think about. She was more relaxed and into the session more than earlier in the day, and I gave her six more orgasms before I let her loose. We cuddled a bit, and then I dressed and went home. Back home, Aidan was fucking up a storm with Ivy and Ally. I collected Fran, René, and Sheila, and my last thought before I fell asleep was how fortunate I was to be so loved and cared for.

Monday morning, after catching the early flight to Newark, I heard my phone beep from receiving a text message. At a stoplight, I glanced at the screen. It was sext message from Fran, but it showed skirts hiked up and two bare pussies standing next to each other in what appeared to be a ladies room somewhere. Fran’s headline on the photo said, ’Loren and I miss you.’

I marveled at how Fran had gotten Loren to pose half naked while at work. Our slow seduction of Loren was working. We still had to work on her acceptance of a weeklong bisexual polyamorous fun romp – an orgy – between mutually consenting adults all intent on having more orgasms than they’d ever had before in their life – to wit, our wedding party.

The week in New Jersey produced some wonderful results. For one, I sold some more systems development work, of all things, to TCI. I hadn’t intended to and didn’t even know about the opportunity when I started the week, but Pam, my friend, client, and lover, introduced me to a colleague who had a problem and a budget. Those are the two things that a consultant loves to find, instead of just a problem. The budget was $750,000, and that’s exactly what my estimate for the work turned out to be. Funny that.

In the meanwhile, I was cozy with Pam on the twenty-six prior systems development projects scattered around the country, and with John Ringler for the corporate wide strategic planning work we’d started a couple of months earlier. The nearby Marriott Hotel was half-full of FDC personnel working on projects that I’d sold or now oversaw in some way. In Denver, I had a few more projects underway with my friends Jane and Brady.

Monday night, Pam joined me at Jane’s house. Because of my crazy travel schedule and hers, Pam and I hadn’t made love for over a month, so we had a comfortable reunion where the two of us made up for lost time. I loved Pam because she was so inventive, and passionate. Her husband, Pete, and boyfriend, Bob, often joined us, tonight she’d waved them off so the two of us could just be together. They were otherwise occupied with Zoey, the brilliant slut we all loved, and our new friend Kristen.

Both Kristen and Zoey were in love with me, along with Pam, because I’d given them the Big Steve Experience – a lovemaking session where they ultimately pass out from too much pleasure. The result with other women had been much the same, a transformation and mindset that left them wanting my fulltime attention, and left them with a yearning to do nothing but love me the rest of their lives. This love for me occurred independently of their marital status or age. I had to be careful of whom I did ‘The Experience’ with, but I was coming to realize that it had more to do with ‘me,’ instead of any particular lovemaking technique I used. Fran understood this and was helping me manage the situations in my wake.

Tuesday night, Pete, Bob, Zoey, and Kristen joined us at Jane’s house for a little orgy. Zoey turned out to be slut extraordinaire, motivating Kristen and Pam to adopt a similar posture where no sexual idea was too bizarre or too ridiculous to try. The men made each of the women airtight over the course of the evening after having received a three-girl masturbation show that turned into an all-female lesbian encounter.

I took a couple of pictures and two short videos of our evening’s adventures, figuring that I’d decide what to do with them in the morning after I had a chance to review them. I already knew I’d send one of the videos to Jane because it featured Pam, her protégé, being triple teamed with the other two girls attending to left over parts such as breasts.

I thought about sending something to Loren, Fran and my emerging butterfly. She was just like a butterfly – beautiful, skittish, over-thinking things, and on an emotional rollercoaster, but then I realized that I’d attributed too many human attributes to the butterfly.

The next morning, I found myself back in the conference room outside Pam’s office working on a deliverable for the strategic planning project that I’d taken on. I took a break and reviewed the pictures and videos from the night before. I sent off the video of Pam to Jane and Marge, and also Fran and Sheila.

I also texted Loren, ’Don’t want to shock you, but I have some sexy pictures from my adventures with friends last night – reminiscent of Sheila’s video. Definitely NSFW. Any interest in seeing them? Love. Me.’

Less than a minute later I got a reply, ’Yes. Yes, please. Send them all. Shock me PLEASE. I’m changing with your help. Love, hugs and kisses. XOXOX Loren.’

I loaded up an email with all the pictures and videos, and sent it off to Loren. I cc’d Fran on it so she’d know what was just down the hall from her in another office. I didn’t hear back from either of them until after lunch when Fran wrote first; “You’re getting to Loren. Nice pix and vid. Wish I was there. Interesting morning here, however; Loren will tell you. I love you. Fran.”

With my curiosity piqued, I had to wait another thirty minutes before an email from Loren arrived.

Steve

Do you know how horny you’ve made me, and that was just me thinking of you BEFORE you sent me the pictures and video of last night. I knew you were sexually inventive but I had no idea. You inspired me so much; I spent twenty minutes in the ladies room here at work doing lewd things to my pussy that I know you’d like. I wish it was you doing everything you did to me. I confessed my little sin to Fran and she laughed and told me to tell you. She volunteered future help and told me she’s been known to do the same things in response to your emails or texts – sexts?

I know the two of you are softening me up so I’ll be a full participant at your wedding, and I am truly enjoying the journey you’re taking me on now that I can reflect back and see the steps and loving care you’ve taken with me. Thank you. I will move along with your help, hopefully a little faster now that some of the borders and boundaries have been blown away and I’m getting used to the feeling of being unsettled part of the time. I had no idea sex could be so wonderful and so emotional. Don’t give up on me please.

The video of Zoey becoming ‘airtight’ (a term Fran had to explain to me) by you, Pete, and Bob left me wishing I could do that. That sexual act will mean I have to get used to being with other men, improving my blowjob skills, tasting cum, enjoying anal sex the way Zoey seemed to be, and letting myself go into what Fran called ‘total sluthood.’ You can start me on these new skills when you get home. I’m ready – reluctant (??) but ready (!!). I have something to aim for.

Lastly, you have stolen my heart, and, yes, I know I’m not your only friend or lover, and I’m okay with that, mainly because there were never any other expectations that I had. You are so loveable and caring, what more could a girl want? I just hope after your tutoring is finished (my sex lessons!), that you’ll still include me in your life – even in your married existence. Fran says she’s pretty sure you will and wants that, too. We had a really good BFF talk about you – it was glowing words between your two lovers. She really loves you, and is such a sweetheart. I think I’m ready to do more with her, too. Come home this weekend and we’ll do some new stuff. I’m so excited about you, Fran, sex, life, everything that I can hardly sleep. I’m running on beautiful and sexual adrenalin.

I love you.

Loren

PS. Fran said I could sleep with you this weekend. I’m beyond excited at that prospect. I hope you’ll have me in your bed.

I felt glad that Loren and Fran were now having open talks about sex and what we’d been doing. Loren was loveable and a sweetheart, and she seemed to be past at least part of the barriers that had sheltered her from the romantic and steamy side of life. I wondered if Fran would want her to move in with us.

That latter thought, led me to think about our overall living arrangements. The six of us lived in what had been Aidan’s condo before he moved to the suburbs to be nearer to his work and his primary lovers – the Dunns and the Reddicks – the Fabulous Five. At the condo there were officially me and five women.

Adding a new, seventh live-in such as Loren would mean someone would always be sleeping outside the ‘main bedroom and loving room’ as we called it. I worried they’d feel isolated and omitted from the main action, and thus rejected. I didn’t want anyone I loved to feel that. Maybe we could fit one more in, or possibly enlarge the queen bed in some way. Could I move the door to the closet?

Of course, there were the ‘awake’ hours, too. Six of us padding around the living room, dining room, and kitchen areas made for tight quarters, but because we cared about each other and made love with each other the situation seemed tolerable. Another person would stretch those limits plus there’d be virtually no private space in the apartment, although there really wasn’t now.

I wondered about getting larger space. I thought of what an ideal layout would be for our growing polyamorous family. Family! That led me to think that I was ready to have children. Fran was ‘warm’ to the idea, and that would probably mean that Sheila was too. Ally, René, and Ivy were younger and would be content to wait. If Loren joined she might still be a couple of years away from hearing her biological clock. In other geographies, Zoey and Kristen were younger, but I could imagine Brenda wanting to get pregnant, if Mike were willing to start playing daddy. Pam, Pete and Bob might also be considering something. Jane had already told me she wanted to play ‘aunt’ and not mother.

I had a sudden image of a suburban home overrun with children and angry housewives. How would I prevent that vision from ever developing? That was a thought worth pursuing.

A tipping point in all this thinking about kids had been the announcement last week by Chip and Gale that she was now pregnant and expecting in about six months. They were over the moon. I didn’t dare ask if they knew who the father was, but I don’t think they cared. Gale spent time with Lyle, Chip, Aidan, Matt, and me back in that timeframe of conception. Might I already be on the way to being a father? I’d hear more the next time we saw them, maybe even this weekend according to Fran.

One of my friends in college had become an architect in the Natick area. He might be a good one to consult about some living ideas. I’d give him a call when I got back to the home office on Friday. Maybe Fran and I could see him over the weekend and start to think about new and expandable quarters.

I started a Wish List for a new home. Later in the day, I talked to Fran and started her thinking about those things. I suggested she talk to the others and see what their thinking was about our housing situation.