Jason is waiting for us at home, having already dropped the kids off at Grandma’s house. When we arrive, I’m surprised at how nervous I am; it feels a lot like that night on the train.
“Hey ladies,” Jason calls from the kitchen, “can I get you two something to drink?”
It’s an innocent question, but I really don’t want alcohol lubricating the already slippery situation I’m sliding into.
“Hey Jason,” I say, entering the kitchen and seeing my innocent friend in a whole new way. “I’ll have an iced tea if you have one.”
“Me too babe,” Kara says, nodding us toward their back patio lounge, “we’ll be out on the deck.”
The space is comfortable with indoor/outdoor furniture in an enclosed three-season porch. We sit in adjacent wicker chairs with squishy covers and continue our conversation from the car ride over.
“So, you were saying… he just stared at your pussy?” I continue, hoping to pick up where the doctor had left off in her story.
She smiles, tucking a foot under her leg. “Yes, and it was clear he’d never seen anything like it. He asks me, ‘is it always like this?’ Deadpan I say, ‘only when I’m really excited.'”
“You didn’t,” I gasp, a hand covering my mouth.
“Didn’t what?” Jason asks, stepping through the French doors.
“Oh, just some girl-talk hon,” Kara says, taking a glass of iced tea from her husband, “it’s about the gynecologist, if you want me to fill you in on the…”
“Aaaa-I think I’ll pass on that one,” he says, sitting next to Kara opposite me, “change of subject maybe?”
“What do you have in mind, oh gracious host,” I ask, winking at him, “something a little more, exciting?” I uncross and recross my legs.
“What, no, I mean… no.” It’s fun watching him squirm.
“Okay Becca, you know how easy it would be to torture Jason,” Kara says, swatting my arm, “especially since you already spilled the beans to him. The elephant in the room is that you’ve been overly aroused lately, and I think our little discussions have been helping. Haven’t they?”
“Immensely,” I state, looking Jason right in the eye.
“Yes, well the reason Jason and I decided to invite you over is to be here for you as friends, and to see if we can help um, distract you from your issues,” Kara continues the charade.
“Okay. Well, talking about it definitely isn’t helping, so let’s… talk about you guys,” I offer as a way to start the night, “how often do you two fuck?”
“Becca!!” they say in unison, and I break down in hysterics over the looks on their faces. A glance and smile between them later and we’re all laughing together.
“I mean really, you invited me over because I’m having a horny problem. Either I have to poke some fun at it and keep it out there, or it builds inside me until I explode. We don’t want that tonight, believe me,” I attempt to be honest.
Jason looks to Kara, who gives him a nod. “Becca, look. We love you and have known you for most of our lives. It’s hard seeing someone go through something alone, so we want to be here for you,” he looks at his wife again, “whatever that means.”
I look back and forth between them. There’s something there. They talked about it already and are ready to get down and fu…
“That doesn’t mean,” Kara jumps in, “that we are going to jeopardize our friendship by bringing something very personal and very private into our relationship to run wild. We want to hear about your situation, and come up with some solutions that might help. Does that sound fair?”
I little wind leaves my sails, but I take a long sip of tea and say, “Fair. Believe me, I never thought I would reach out to anyone about something like this. You two call the shots. I want to have some good food and drink with my dear friends, and I honestly appreciate your support.
“Great,” Kara says, “let’s eat and see where some delightful conversation leads us.”
While the dinner cooks, we talk about more mundane, brain-poking topics; while behind the scenes my mind pushes everything into sensual, pussy-poking topics. I picture Kara face down, Jason ramming his thick meat up her tight cunt again and again. Her ass cheeks shudder with every plunging thrust as his fat cock screws the living…
“Becca?” Jason asks, snapping me out of my head. I look his way and he’s standing to walk inside. “I asked if you were ready to eat. Sure you’re okay?”
“Oh yeah, yeah,” I cover, shaking my head, “imagination getting the better of me, I guess. I’m ready if you guys are.”
Kara watches Jason step inside and leans my way. “What were you thinking about?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Thought so. Listen, I know what I said, but this just needs to play out. I laid some groundwork here, but mostly in terms of us getting together and not being afraid to come right out and talk about it. Jason is really uncomfortable. Just follow my lead.”
Jason serves a nice dinner and sets out some white wine if anyone chooses to have some. I have a single glass with both of them, who have two more besides. Just what I like to see…
After dinner we take our drinks downstairs. The finished basement is a mix of man-cave and playroom. Most of the kid-toys are organized and stowed, but it is clearly a multi-purpose room. Luxurious leather seating stretches across the back wall. Kara suggests Jason run back up to open another bottle of wine and bring it down.
Once he’s gone Kara tugs her sweater over her head and says, “Follow my lead. Blouse and panties only, quickly.”
My heart races as the night shifts into a higher gear. My sweater peels off with Kara’s, and our skirts fall to the floor. We are both wearing button-down tops and underwear, something she must have put on since we returned from Barnabe’s.
“You sit on the couch; I’ll sit here,” she says, pulling over a nice recliner.
We both sit with crossed legs as Jason descends the stairs. He stops at the bottom and looks between us, his eyes growing wide.
“What’s… going on…” he manages as we smirk and shrug.
“Just getting comfy hon, come on in. Sit next to Becca there, I’ll refill us,” she says, sitting forward and grabbing my empty glass. “So Becca, let’s talk…”
Jason sits next beside me, and I shift… uncomfortably, but not really. More like, trying-not-to-fuck-Jason-right-away-ably. Kara continues.
“I know this is strange, but we love you and care for you Becca. Why else would we bring you here tonight, right?” She fills the other two glasses, taking one of them and sitting back.
“Um, sure Kara,” I manage, looking to Jason who sits like a statue avoiding eye contact.
“So let me start by saying… Jason and I have agreed that anything we talk about or that happens tonight is fair game unless one of us objects, you included. Okay?”
I nod slowly, as if my head might tumble to my lap if it moves too fast.
“So, Becca… do you think Jason is good looking?” she asks, seemingly serious. I only shrug. “It’s okay, whatever your answer. Do you?”
“He’s alright,” I joke, jabbing him in the side. He smiles, but it’s awkward.