Chapter 6: Dating

Sheri and Maryann both appeared on my doorstep about ten a.m. Sunday. Owen had left after we woke up and dressed. I felt he was afraid I’d ask him to have sex again. I’d gotten kind of insatiable the night before and then twice in the middle of the night. He’d then not want to turn me down but would have to wait until he’d recharged. I learned most of that from Sheri later. I was satisfied but wanted more, more, more.

My two friends and I squealed and laughed over the loss of my virginity as I participated in the previous evening’s group sex party. I loved it, and I loved flaunting convention and doing something unique. I’m pretty sure most girls don’t fuck three different men the night they lose their virginity.

The three of us went to a breakfast-lunch place called the Breakfast House and had eggs benedict to celebrate my new status as a full-fledged woman. We compared notes, and they got me talking about all the nice things that had happened at our get-together and then with Owen back at my apartment.

We each confessed to how much we liked each of the guys and then how fond we were of each other. Our new relationships were based on more than sex, although that had taken the front of the stage the past couple of weeks.

Sheri suggested that I ‘date’ each of the guys, allowing for some nice sex, but doing some other fun things with them. I already had a bike-riding date with Luke, so she liked that idea.

I mentioned going out with Kevin and some of the other people from my department a few days prior. Both of them applauded my initiative. “Do more of that,” Maryann said. “Grow the number of friendships you have. You can never have too many friends.”

Sheri told me I should strive for a Constellation of Friends. She explained, “You have men and women friends, and try to have at least nine of each. Three men and three women should be older, and share their wisdom with you of having aged and done much of what you’re facing. Three of each will be about your age, to enjoy and have fun with – like the two of us. Three of each will be younger for you to mentor and help in their path to adulthood and into your age bracket. They’ll also remind you of the fun things to be done in life.”

I liked that concept, and assured them they were in my constellation.

I raised the issue of exclusivity, although it seemed in a peculiar way. “Will either Owen, Jake, or Luke want to be exclusive with me or either of you? Also, what if I were to go on a date with somebody else? Will I make somebody upset or angry with me because I violated some implicit expectation.”

Sheri asked, “Do you want to date?” She was grinning.

I smiled, “Yes. I have this nice guy Kevin about my age on my team. He’s a graphics artist but he’s loaded with computer skills the company doesn’t take advantage of. There are a few others he introduced me to the other night.”

“Yes, yes. Go on dates. You need experience. The experience will build your confidence and that will give you poise and empower you more. What seems awkward now will smooth out over time.” Maryann was nodding in agreement.

Sheri said, “To your earlier question, I wouldn’t sign-up for an exclusive arrangement with anybody for at least the next year or two. You’re making up for lost time and need to go out with a lot of guys and get into many new social situations. Being with only one guy will take you off that path. You’ll always feel like you missed something.

“I pledged to take you along to the situations as I can, but if you can find others, by all means take that opportunity. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I looked at her funny. “Is there something you wouldn’t do?”

Sheri grinned, “Not that I’ve found so far.”

I asked Sheri at lunch about ten days after I’d turned in my ‘V Card’ whether she wanted to join me and few others I’d ask to meet at Epoch’s after work. She begged off. I got about five of others to head to the club with me. It was Wednesday night, so we couldn’t be too late.

Kevin, Marsha, Sarah, Blake, and Aaron all said they would join me again. We had a lively table by five-thirty, and lots of laughter. There’d been some kind of shake up in the corporate management that affected many of our projects, so that was the main topic of discussion. Being a project leader, I was surprised at how much I knew about what was going on.

We ate, and then I suggested dancing at a place I’d researched called the Lemon Tree Lounge. We all went and I got a ride with Kevin, who promised to drop me back at my car later in the evening.

The six of us – three couples – mixed it up all evening long. Everybody danced with everybody else. The number of slow songs that invited cuddling and kissing on the dance floor increased in number as the evening progressed. We weren’t alone. There were many other people at the club that were romantically inclined.

My first kiss of the evening was actually with Blake and not Kevin. We made out while standing up and swaying to the music. Later, Aaron and I did the same thing, and then I was with Kevin. The other girls were behaving in a similar fashion, so I didn’t see anything wrong.

Around eleven o’clock, Marsha and Sarah both said they wanted to head home for their beauty rest. We all broke up and headed out. Kevin and I were parked furthest from the club door, and we held hands as we walked. At his car, I pulled him into another clinch for more kisses. We leaned against his car and made out some more.

Kevin got a little daring and started to feel one of my breasts. I pushed into his hand, and then took it and pushed it up under my loose blouse. I hadn’t worn a bra that day, so he got primary skin contact with my boobs. He smiled at me, and then we started to wag our tongues at each other again.

I told him, “Suck on my tits, please.”

He bent down as he pushed my top up and latched onto the nipple on my left breast. He was good, and gave me some nice jolts of pleasure. I started to purr, and whispered, “Great job, Kevin.”

After a few minutes some other people came out of the Lemon Tree and headed our way. We broke our short make out session and I got in the car. Kevin got in and we started to head back to the office so I could get my car. At work, my car was the last one in the parking lot.

I leaned across the console in his car and kissed Kevin, and then I reached into his lap and felt the erection in his pants. I guess our make out session had excited him. I fiddled with his zipper and belt and then finally extracted his cock. He had to help. I bent over and took him in my mouth.

Kevin groaned. I worked on him for a minute when he gasped, “I can’t hold out any longer, Brie. I’m cumming.”

I suctioned the end of his cock as he started to erupt. I got about eight large shots of semen that I held in my mouth. One of the movies that my role model had me watch showed this sequence of sexual things.

After Kevin had calmed, I extracted off his cock without losing a drop of his viscous white liquid. I opened my mouth and showed Kevin what I’d captured, and then quite obviously swallowed. I then showed him my empty mouth. There was enough light from the outside spotlights that he had a very accurate picture of what had just happened.

“God, Brie; you’re the sexiest woman that I’ve ever met.”

I kissed Kevin on the cheek. “Gotta head home and get my beauty sleep. Thanks for the late snack. See you in the morning.” I was out of the car and in mine in seconds. He followed me out of the lot and we turned in different directions.

I was up to my eyeballs in my new project. I was blocking out the web pages that would display the client’s products depending on what a user selected on their search engine. There were many tiers of ‘if-then’ logic involved, and I was trying to keep track of all of it as well as how it fit into the overall marketing plan we’d put together, especially as it went down ten or twenty layers of pages from the home web page.

About four o’clock I hit a logical stopping point. Instead of pushing on, I started to make a list of the things I still wanted to do, at least as best I could tell. Even though I put things on the list, I might reserve the right to not do them when the opportunity presented itself. My list was not comprehensive, but did include: anal sex, being DPed, having a gangbang, fucking more guys, doing more girl stuff with Sheri and Maryann or ‘?’, doing a porn video, exhibitionism such as stripping on stage, getting a tattoo in a sexy location, getting some sexy piercings, and being more outward in my approach with other people.

Later, I shared my list with Sheri. She loved the idea of the tattoo, and after dinner led Maryann and me to a local tattoo parlour to be ‘inked’. We all got buzzed with the ink gun that night.

I got a pretty two-inch heart about three inches to the left side of my mons. I really distracted the guy doing the tat because I hadn’t worn any undies that day, and I was aroused at having somebody doing something so close to my genitals, so I was both wet and odiferous. Tattoo Guy behaved himself, but he sure did look and sniff around. I got a page of instruction for how to care for the tat for the next week and a small jar of ointment.

Sheri got the words ‘Fuck me’ embossed on her body, right above her slit. Maryann had the branches of a tree put on the back of her left shoulder. In her tree, there was one green leaf. We were each given a small amount of salve to put on our tats for the coming week.