I’m not going to tell you how old I was when this happened. I was old enough to have sex - certainly not a virgin. I just don’t want to get anyone in trouble. Police shouldn’t go around telling people who they can be with.

I’m Paige. My friend Jane and I liked to sing Karaoke at Stuart’s, this restaurant near her house. Stuart’s is a small-town family place, so it’s always full of all sorts of people on Saturday nights: families having a meal together, plant workers out drinking, high school cliques, old couples, and the occasional lone soul.

The singing and dancing were fun on their own, but the best part was all the attention from the guys. I liked the way they look at me. After a song, lots of people wanted to talk to us - to compliment our performances, or flirt, or just make conversation. Sometimes it was completely innocent and we were just being social, but sometimes there was desire hiding behind their words. It didn’t matter if they were old or young, it was fun to have them pay attention to me. I liked to imagine that after they had gone home, the men were all thinking about me while jerking off or making love to their wives.

The Schultz’s were a young family of four. Derek was handsome in an academic way. His job involved some sort of design work at a metal shop. Victoria had this strange combination of young woman beauty and mom beauty, if that makes any sense. Her job was something about business; I never really understood when she talked about it. The little girl, Paula, always begged me to sing that song from the movie Frozen. Thomas, the boy, liked to showed me games on his iPhone.

A week before, Derek and Victoria had shown up without their kids, so I wasn’t surprised when they did this time, too. The kids were off visiting their grandmother in Arizona. Conversation that previous week had differed from the normal small talk about work and school and music. It had been more personal and a little bit flirty. They had asked if I had a boyfriend, and teased about what I may or may not have done with boys in the past.

This time was like that too, but more direct and specific. Derek definitely flirted with me this time, and I definitely flirted back. Victoria clearly didn’t mind.

I sat with them for several rounds of after-dinner coffee, and somehow we ended up talking very openly about sex. It was a bit surreal: Isn’t there some unwritten rule that you can only talk about that stuff with people from your own generation? But it was exciting and intimate and I loved it. They accepted my sexuality, unlike most adults who push me to repress it (even if they are staring at my boobs at the time). I doubt any of the other patrons heard us over the guy on stage butchering “Sweet Home Alabama.”

They told stories from their wild years. Victoria remembered a time when she blew four strangers at a college party because her best friend had yelled at her and called her a prude earlier in the night. Derek reminisced about the mess-free days of dry orgasms from prepubescent masturbation. On hearing that, we girls joked about a world where men don’t need to make things sticky and gross to be happy. Victoria did admit, though, that for the sake of her children she was glad he shot hot goo out of his penis. I walked them through all of the times I had had sex, detailing my revelations and disappointments. Every once in a while I caught them sharing secretive glances with each other. They also shed some light on what married sex was like. When time allows, for instance, they read amateur erotic fiction from the Internet together before fucking. I didn’t know there was such a thing.

Eventually, Victoria suggested that we continue the conversation at their house over tea. I didn’t know what I should think. I knew what I thought, which was that they were hitting on me. But that couldn’t be right, could it? Did they want me to fuck Derek? What would Victoria expect from me? Was that something I really wanted? Yes I did, I decided. Whatever it was they had planned, if anything, I wanted to try it with them. But what if I was reading the signals wrong? How screwed up would if be if I started undressing and they were like, “What the hell are you doing?!?” We were having a lot of fun talking, and even if it was just tea, I didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity. I wouldn’t do anything risky until I was sure that I was right. They waited patiently for an answer while I worked through the flood of questions in my head. I’m sure my face was bright red. I said yes.

Their house was wonderful, the tea delicious, and the conversation sexy. My body was a mess of nerves and arousal. My heart was racing, I had butterflies in my stomach, and there was warmth and wetness in my crotch. At the end of our cups, Victoria suggested we see the bedroom.

Derek sat down on the bed, leaning back against a big pile of pillows. Victoria stood with me at the foot of the bed. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “Derek has had a vasectomy,” she said. “He can’t get anyone pregnant. Do you understand?” Her meaning was clear: We were going to have sex, and if I wasn’t up for it, now was the time to back out. After this we couldn’t pretend that they had brought me home just to talk.

I nodded. She seemed satisfied. She took off all of her clothes and joined Derek on the bed. He stripped nude, too, without any ceremony.

They were both so beautiful. This wasn’t photo-shoot beautiful, or movie sex-scene beautiful. They looked casually beautiful - a couple, lying on the bed that they sleep in every night, about to do sex stuff like they probably do every night. They were both looking at me, as I was looking at them, and I didn’t know what to do. Derek must have seen my indecision, because he asked, kindly, “Would you mind doing a little dance for me while you take off your clothes, Paige? I love the way you dance.”

His affirmation put me at ease and gave me direction. I started circling my hips and swaying my arms. “So sexy,” Derek said, when I pulled my blouse up enough to reveal my belly. Both were watching me while Victoria absently stroked Derek’s penis to full size. Victoria chuckled when I lifted my skirt to flash my frilly peach panties. (I like to wear nice underwear to Karaoke, in case someone “accidentally” gets a peek while I’m dancing around.)

I did a slow twirl so my back was to them while I pulled my blouse up over my head. My bra was a plain white everyday thing - nothing fancy about it. For a moment I was self-conscious about that, but that thought quickly disappeared when I turned back around. Victoria was kneeling next to Derek, her mouth deep down on his cock, with one hand around the base and the other on his balls. His eyes were stuck on me.

Victoria’s slurping got louder and faster as I took off my bra and skirt. Derek groaned softly when I dropped my panties. Once I was naked, Derek patted Victoria on the back twice, and she slid back next to him on the bed. “That was fantastic, Paige. You really are a beauty. Thank you.” He said. Victoria smiled at me, and gestured at Derek’s wet erection, with a flourish. I climbed onto the bed and took over the blowjob.

I worked his head with my mouth, and his shaft with my hand. I was very focused, and seemed to be getting good results. Then I remembered what Jane had told me about eye contact during blowjobs, so I looked up at Derek’s face. He had already been close to coming, I think, but when our eyes met it must have pushed him right up to the edge. His body tightened. “Try not to swallow, dear,” Victoria said. I continued my work, and tugged on Derek’s balls a little, and within seconds he was erupting. I managed to keep most of it in my mouth, although I wasn’t sure why.