Chapter 2

Sasha and Sofia

We arrived a little after 7pm, already having eaten dinner. Brad and his wife led us through the living room to a nicely set up modern kitchen. We stood around the long granite topped island drinking wine and snacking from trays of appetizers. The tastiest were small cheese pancakes called Syrniki served with sour cream and raspberry jam, yum. The two teenagers took glasses of red wine and grabbed a corner to get to know each other while the rest of us talked, and I was introduced.

We had been hanging out for maybe half an hour and I was talking with Terri and Sasha, probably about my travels in Eastern Europe when Sasha asked Terri if she minded if she gave me a tour of the house. Terri said, ‘of course not’ and gave me a little wink before going to join her husband and Brad.

“Honey, I’m going to give Pete a tour of the house,” Sasha said picking up her wine glass and leading me away from the kitchen where the others sat on bar stools or leaned against the granite-topped island.

“Good idea. Meet us in the bedroom when you’re done,” Brad said raising his wine glass in our direction.

I looked at the others one last time. Terri and Jon both dressed nicely for the evening sat together on high-backed stools with Brad. Beth, wearing a tight black low-cut cocktail dress leaned against the countertop talking quietly with Sofia who wore a strapless blue mini dress. Terri gave me a knowing smile as I walked off following Sasha’s ass and form hugging red dress.

The house was a large single level home in a good neighborhood. Being the week before Christmas the house had colorful lights strung around the outside of the house and a big green holiday wreath on the front door. Four bedrooms by my count with a large living room, kitchen, and formal dining room. A tastefully decorated Christmas tree stood in the back living room with plenty of presents around it. While six stockings hung over the brick fireplace.

After poking our heads into various rooms, including her twin’s bedroom and Sofia’s, we stopped to talk in her husband’s den. A big desk, computer and monitor, a worn leather couch, some audio video equipment and lots of books on shelves. There were family pictures on the walls that drew my attention. I was curious to know more about this family.

Sasha was a good-looking woman in her late 20s or early 30s. With her well-kept figure, curly shoulder-length chestnut hair, dark brown eyes, and classic heart-shaped face it was hard to be sure of her age and I was not going to ask her, yet. She stood about 5’3” with probably B cups under her tight red velvety looking party dress that showed off plenty of slender leg and a hint of delectable cleavage. It was obvious Aleksandra was a lot younger than her husband Brad who was closer to Jon and Terri in age, in his early 40s. She must have been very young when she had Sofia.

Listening to her accented English as she showed me around reminded me of my time living in Eastern Europe and all the pretty and crazy girls I met from Poland, Ukraine, Romania, and so on. All looking for something better. Many of those girls worked as escorts or gave erotic massages to get by while going to school or working at a low paying day job that didn’t pay their rent.

Where did Sasha fit in in all this was one question on my mind. Did she somehow skip past all that darkness and strike gold with Brad? I knew there was a story, and I was just waiting for her to tell me as little or as much as she felt she needed to. Experience had taught me girls like her kept a lot of stuff locked away until they needed to use it to get what they wanted.

“This is where Brad works when not at the office,” Sasha said standing just inside a doorway her arms folded across her chest, holding her wine glass.

I went in, drawn by the photos. On his desk was a framed picture. I pointed at it as I turned it so I could see it better. Brad, Sasha, two young kids, teenage Sofia, and an older woman stood together dressed casually.

“Your kids?” I asked.

Sasha came and stood next to me. I could smell her perfume, heaven. I would see her naked soon, I hoped.

“Yes,” she said. “The twins are my pride and joy, and you met my niece Sofia who is fifteen in that picture.”

“Niece?” I said confused. I thought Sofia was Brad and Sasha’s daughter.

She must have seen the confusion on my face and smiled as we faced each other.

“I see you didn’t know. Brad met my older sister years ago in Prague when he was on his Mormon mission.”

Ahh. Now she made more sense. Sort of. But what was a girl from Ukraine doing in the Czech Republic? I would ask another time, but I had an idea. I had met more than a few girls from Russia and Ukraine in my travels in Prague or Praha and none of them were selling postcards to tourists.

She continued. “Brad left the Mormons when he married my sister, and brought her to the U.S.”

“Okay, and you came along later?” I said.

“Yeah, my sister is six years older than me. Long story short as Americans like to say. A couple of years after Sofia was born, she left him and moved away, going back to her old life. I came over to help take care of Sofia and get away from a bad situation at home. I was nineteen. Brad helped me get a student visa and paid for my schooling. A couple of years later we were married after Brad and my sister divorced once she had her new US passport. We brought my mother over soon after. The woman you see in the picture with us.”

“Good to know. I understand a little better now, I think.” I said watching her face which was damn near close enough I could kiss her.

“Let’s sit,” she said pointing at the worn brown leather couch.

I must have glanced at the door. “Don’t worry Brad and Jon get talking tech and about his startup and they forget why we are here.”

We both set our empty glasses on the desk as I moved to the couch. We were here to have sex I wouldn’t forget that. But that’s me, the single dude.

Jon was in semiconductor sales or something, I didn’t really follow tech. Brad, besides his practice, was working on his online therapy idea. I preferred sitting down with my therapist. The idea of talking via a screen on the computer using a video camera didn’t sound appealing (what little did I know).

We sat hip to hip just inches apart. My heart was racing for some reason, as I remember. My right arm was across the top of the couch as she sat with her hands in her lap, facing me.

“By the way, I like the wine your brought, very smooth.” Sasha said leading with a compliment.

“Oh, thank you. It’s Syrah, from Santa Barbara. And I agree, very smooth,” I replied. Making a mental note to bring another bottle if I was invited back.

“You have another question, don’t you?” she said reading my mind and getting back on subject.

I did. She was looking at me. Waiting. I wouldn’t look at her, couldn’t with my question just yet. I looked at the doorway and then down at her hands folded in her lap. She had at least a 2-carat diamond on her left hand in a platinum setting. Brad had not skimped on the high-quality engagement ring and band for his bride. This gorgeous woman was happily married as far as I could see to a guy who could take care of her.

My brain was processing. In a little while, along with her niece and Beth, both underage teenagers, they and maybe me were going to have sex. Why were the girls invited? I had crossed some lines at the resort but that was six months ago, and I had time to think about it. The right and wrong of it. No harm no foul, right?

“Yeah, Beth and Sofia. Why are they here? Not that I object, I’m just curious. I’m sure all of you have talked about it.”

She smiled. “Yeah, we, or Brad, is a little unusual in how he is choosing to raise his daughter. Let me explain, then we can go join them.”

Now I was watching her face, her eyes, staring at the swell of her breasts and her cleavage, the little gold charm resting between them. Inhaling her perfume.

I’ll condense what was probably a 10-minute explanation. Me listening and nodding along.

Brad was working on his doctorate in marriage and family therapy. His area of study was teenage sexuality. Specifically normalizing sexual behaviors in teens. He was studying the effect on teenagers if they were exposed to healthy sexual situations from a young age. Terri, who has a master’s degree in psychology found a synopsis of Brad’s thesis proposal on a university web page and they connected over the summer.

Sasha and Brad had begun swinging, just with two couples, but stopped when they had kids. They were looking to start up again when Terri contacted Brad with questions about Beth’s sex education and her marriage. In addition to providing counseling to Terri and Beth, he was looking for families who would be willing to put his ideas to the test, not just talk.

Sasha explained that at home for the last year since Sofia turned sixteen, they had slowly introduced a clothing optional rule in the house during the week and no clothes worn on the weekends. By the beginning of summer Sasha and Brad began leaving their bedroom door open when they had sex. Sofia had been diagnosed with mild Asperger’s when she was little, about when her mother left. Sasha had worked hard with her since she was four to improve her social, speaking, and other skills. Now the main issue concerned her social skills. Brad wanted to socialize Sofia with other like-minded families. Exposing her to sex and healthy social situations. They both wanted Sofia to avoid the pitfalls that both Sasha and her sister had fallen into as young girls in Ukraine.

I just nodded my head. Not really following all the reasoning. Painfully aware of the hard on in my pants even as I smiled at Sasha.

I listened. I spoke before I thought, “What kind of situation?” I said before I realized that might be too personal.

Sasha looked past me out the dark den window towards the backyard. A little nod of her head.

“My older sister was a bit of a rebel, thought she knew what she was doing, breaking rules. My father drank a lot of cheap Russian Vodka and made life at home hard, especially on my pretty sister.”

I didn’t say anything, just watched Sasha’s face as she talked.

“She moved to Prague with a girlfriend of hers when she turned eighteen. Unknown to anyone in our family she had already been making amateur porn. Traveling up to St. Petersburg for long weekends while still in high school. No one cared about her age and the fact she looked young was a plus. In Prague, after she left home, she continued making videos and working in clubs. That’s when Brad met her and tried to save her and for a while, he did.” She said. Watching my face for any reaction.

“I understand.” I did. Trying to keep my face neutral or at least look supportive. I had erotic massages from girls like her sister during my visits to Prague.

But what about Sasha? She had said they wanted Sofia to avoid the pitfalls they both had fallen into.

She took my hand, “One more thing. I know this is your first time, swinging. Brad looked into you and your background. We checked and you seem like a good guy. To be honest we like older couples and singles, less drama.” She said as she looked at my face. “You will be good for Sofia.”

I nodded that I understood.

“So, when we are in the bedroom just act naturally, follow your instincts. My husband will guide us along. This is your friend’s first full swing and they wanted you here. It’s also been a few years since Brad and I had a full partner swap and I was a lot younger the first time.” She smiled as she said the last bit.

I took it all in. Her, the information, my feelings. Now or never. I reached for her shoulder and gripped it reassuringly.

“Thank you. First, you are gorgeous!”

Sasha smiled at my compliment.

“Second, I appreciate the advice and you all allowing me to join you,” I said meaning it. Sasha was nice and so was her husband. Not to mention Sofia who I had only talked with briefly.

We hugged sitting on the couch. She smelled great and felt great too.

Sasha broke our hug and led me in standing up. It was time to rejoin the others.

“Would you help me with my dress, just the zipper at the back?” she said surprising me as she turned her back to me.

“My pleasure,” I said finding the zipper and pulling it down her back exposing the straps of a red bra.

An intimate moment.

She slipped out of her heels. I sat and unlaced my shoes.

“We’ll get undressed together once in the bedroom.”

I nodded, disappointed.

Sasha took my hand and led me out of the den. My eyes fixed on the golden skin of her naked back and red bra strap as we strolled back to the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, the centerpiece was the large king-size bed covered in a tight white sheet. The recessed ceiling lights had been turned down low and a few candles cast a yellow glow about the room. The room smelled nice, potpourri or something that smelled nice adding to the relaxed mood.

My date was Bethany, and she came toward me as soon as I entered the room. Her blonde curly hair rested on her bare shoulders Beth looked great in a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that showed off the round mounds of her generous teenage chest. She had already kicked off her heels by the time she took my hand, and we faced the others almost eye to eye.

Brad had his arm around Terri’s waist while Jon greeted Sasha with a hug and kiss on the lips. Looking at both women I felt a small flicker of jealousy even as I stood with my sixteen-year-old date.

The reality of the moment was kicking in. I would be having sex soon or at least be participating in an ‘orgy’ for the first time in my life if that is what three couples sharing a bed qualified as.

I glanced at Terri and saw her watching me and Beth even as Brad ran a hand up the front of her dress and placed a kiss on her neck. I gave Terri a little smile as I pulled her daughter closer to me and kissed her hair and ran my hands up and down her back.

Beth’s pretty blue eyes were watching me and soon lifted her chin for a kiss. I obliged, placing a kiss on her lips. Again, it’s not about me, the thought came to mind. Just as when I stood at the door of her parent’s bedroom in June watching her massage her dad. It wasn’t about me then either but her. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her so her back was to me so she could see both of her parents with their new partners.

This time without any hesitation I wrapped my arms around Beth pulling her close while pushing my hips and hard cock against her ass. I could feel my own heart beating faster and I am sure hers was too as she put her arms over mine pressing herself back into me. I kissed her bare right shoulder and I felt her shiver a little in my grip as we both watched the room.

“Are you okay?” I said quietly into her ear.

“Yes. You?” she replied, eyes on her mom and dad.

“Yup. I’ve missed you.”

“Me too. Just so you know, mom said you can stay in my room tonight, if you were wondering,” Beth blurted out as she turned her head towards mine.

I hadn’t given the sleeping arrangements at my friend’s house much thought. I had always been on the couch.

Her look said she needed reassurance.

“I would love that,” I said.

I gave her a kiss on the lips and brought my right hand up to her breast and squeezed her tit through the dress.

In front of us, Terri and Sasha were both in the process of being stripped of their clothes. Sasha of course had a head start.

“I think we are both overdressed,” Beth said. Aggressive. Nice.

I found the clasps at the back of Beth’s dress and got to work.

Beth and I sat together on the bedroom’s comfortable small couch. As if by an unspoken agreement between us we chose to be voyeurs. Beth had lost her dress and I had taken off my shirt and pants. Beth lay across my lap and turned on her side so she should see. My hard cock was pressed against her back. We hadn’t seen each other since June though we had texted and talked some. Like old friends, we were immediately comfortable with each other.

I was enjoying the feel of her skin as my right hand rested on her hip. She wore a black frilly bra with a plunging neck and matching panties, nothing more. In front of me, Jon had removed Sasha’s dress and bra. She did have gorgeous tits. Firm and round that hung just right on her chest with dark perky nipples.