Karen and her friend, Lauren, scooted over to the bar at the conference hotel, their arms grazing lightly as they settled into barstools and ordered their martinis.
Karen is a curvy brunette with dark eyes, a deep tan, and a full mouth. For her friend, she is a willowy blonde, petite and graceful, with big expressive eyes and an irresistible sweetness. She have a normal body and well endowed in perfect places more than Karen.
Karen is a beautiful girl but not to be compared to Lauren. They do make quite a pair, and they are as close as friends can be, except that Karen had a secret that Lauren don’t know.
Karen and her friend arrived at the conference a few days before, two young and pretty grad students trying to act mature and collected as they worked their way through a sea of professors. They always got a fair amount of attention when they entered a room together. They are here for their graduation program.
Karen smiled at Lauren, trying to look composed, smoothing her skirt and crossing her legs toward her. They raised their glasses and toast.
What Lauren didn’t know is that there was someone else at the conference that Karen was planning to meet. Planning very carefully, and for a very long time. Although she had never met him in person before. They knew each other quite well… their fantasies, their desires, the things they never tell but Karen has one secret which she never told Lauren.
His name is Sylvester, a professor in another university, who she has been chatting with online for months. He was so exciting, pushing all her buttons, pushing her limits, urging her to come to the conference, to come to the bar at the end of it all, to buy drinks for her and her friend, to drink with them and laugh with them, but most importantly to keep pushing her boundaries.
A few months earlier, Sylvester and Karen were online chatting while she was at a café. she was sitting at a table across from Lauren, both of them, clicking away on their laptops, and Karen began describing Lauren body to him when he asked about her friend’s body description, telling him about the soft curve of her breasts, the way her shapely legs were crossed under the table.
“Have you ever wondered what she would feel like against you?” Sylvester sent.
“She is my close friend. Close friends don’t imagine each other that way.” Karen typed and send. As Sylvester was typing, her eyes wandered to Lauren’s bare skin, her long neck and pouty lips.
Sylvester pushed further and sent a dirty response, “What about a good Threesome? Fucking both of you at the same time. Will she look sexy with a dick in her delicate little mouth?”
Karen got the text and closed her eyes for a second, and let herself picture his dick sliding between her friends pretty pink lips, and she imagined herself in the mix.
She felt a deep blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, a heat that slowly made its way between her thighs. And the next thing she knew was she was concocting a dirty plan with Sylvester, for a threesome with her pretty sexy friend, Lauren.
The conference was only a few hours drive from Sylvester’s school, and she knew he could swing by today, even stay for the night. He had seen tons of photos of her, and even a few of Lauren that she had sent to him, so she knew he will be able to find them sitting in their corner at the hotel bar.
Her nerves were calming a little as the effects of the martini kicked in, but she had plenty to be nervous about. Although she had never been with Sylvester in person. She had been fantasizing about him for months now.
Lauren had never really taken their friendship to that next level which she has planned. Although she had been noticing lately that Lauren had been more playful with her, more flirtatious – especially when she is drinking.
She was hoping that Sylvester would work his magic, just manage to charm her into bed with them and make the threesomes work.
But still, Karen didn’t know how her friend would react. She looked in her eyes and smiled as she sipped her drink. She was already a little tipsy, she could tell.
“But seriously, Karen, did you see that guy in the back row during that last session?” Lauren giggled. “He was totally checking us out! He’s definitely your type too – he must’ve been at least ten or fifteen years older than us!” Karen’s heart skipped immediately. She didn’t turn around to confirm who she was talking about but she could sense it.
She stiffened a little, and her heart skipped a bit again, but she kept her eyes on Lauren. Even though it could’ve been any number of guys, She knew it was Sylvester. It was like she could feel him there, behind her, making his way towards them. Just as she imagined so many times before.
She watched Lauren’s eyes follow him as he moved to where they were, up to the bar. Then his hand was on her shoulder, she took a deep breath and turned around and look at him.
“Hi there,” He said easily, his eyes fixed on her eyes. He flashed her a slow, knowing smile.
“I was wondering if I could buy a round for the prettiest girls at the conference.” Sylvester said with a gentle smile.
Karen couldn’t think of what to respond immediately. She was staring at him and smiling like an idiot, continually reminding herself that they were in public and she couldn’t just mount him right there.
She had been imagining this scene for so long that it almost felt unnatural to have him right there in front of her for her to look at and touch. She looked over at Lauren, who seemed intrigued and nodded at her.
“Well, we could have another round, I think,” she smiled at him, her voice a little shaky from nerves. “I’m Karen, by the way. And this is Lauren, my friend.”
Sylvester waved the bartender over and ordered another round of martinis, and then extended his hand to her. “I’m Sylvester. its so nice to meet you both.” They each shook his hand, and she watched his eyes fix on Lauren’s. He was acting like a total stranger, as if he doesn’t know Karen.
He asked them the school they were from, how they were enjoying the conference. Karen let Lauren take the reins. Lauren was the one answering his questions, sizing him up.
Karen saw that Sylvester was doing a great job with her, making his easy jokes about the other professors at the conference, asking her what it was like to be a grad student, putting both of them at ease. Lauren was getting pretty tipsy, Karen could tell. She was laughing a little louder, flashing her sweet lovely smile at Sylvester’s direction, reaching over and casually brushing his arm with hers.