EYE CONTACT

They couldn't believe their luck. Scott and Amanda talked in general terms, joked even, about picking up a woman to take home to bed. In public it became a silly game--"look at her, how about those legs in bed? " she'd joke to him. OR he'd joke to her, "think she's a good kisser?" In bed, the jokes became erotically charged. As they used their hands and mouths on each other, they'd describe what their imaginary third partner would be doing. On her knees, with him mounting her from behind, they'd pretend their third partner was below them, her tongue soft and warm, licking both of them at the intersection of their sex. This imaginary playmate made him hard and her wet, as each pictured the fantasy in their minds, but neither really knew what the other was picturing.

Then, when they met Megan, there was no question. She was hot--sexy hot--with a drop-dead body, and lovely face. They both fell for her instantly, both wanted her, and to share her. As they talked, the more they liked Megan. As they learned more about her life, relaxing over drinks on their couch, Megan told them that in college she'd dated both men and women, that she liked both, but that it in college everyone was experimenting, and now, out in the work force, it was hard to meet people who were both sexy and normal. Amanda and Scott's eyes met: we've found the one, they silently said to each other.

More drinks flowed and more talk of college and sex, and Scott and Amanda continuously meet each other's glance--a check in and an afirmation that this was really happening. Their looked, wild with anticipation, kept saying yes.

Megan shared that she'd broken up with her last boyfriend, and to get some distance moved to this city. She thought it'd be an easy next chapter to start, but she'd found everything difficult, finding an apartment, getting a job, and making friends.

"Impossible," said Amanda, "you're so beautiful and funny."

Megan smiled, but shook her head. "No, it's amazing how hard it is to make a circle of friends on a new town. I've been temping for the past 6 months--when it's lunch time or happy hour after work, no one asks "the temp" if they want to come along. I even joined a gym. But when I go their, everyone's working out, with headphones, totally doing their thing."

"But I'm sure you get hit on," insisted Amanda.

"Yeah," said Megan, with a laugh, "hit on by exactly the meatheads you don't want to be hit on. It's not like the normal, sexy people like you two actually hit on me. I mean, think about it. You guys have each other and have a hot sex life. I don't want to get hit on by the lonely, desperate, and dumbass men who think they're players."

"Well I would hit on you," assured Amanda. It was a bold thing for her to say, and when it came out, she felt instantly nervous and exposed. But Megan smiled and hugged her.

Amanda and her husband Scott exchanged looks. It was on.

Amanda took a cue from what Megan had said. She began bragging about her sex life with her husband, and went into detail about his generously-sized member. She was trying to get Megan to picture her husband's cock, hard. Amanda was so proud of it. She loved to suck on it, and she imagined it out and within reach of her lips. She wanted to taste it and give Megan a taste. To share his erection, like a favorite toy she'd share with a BFF as a girl.

Megan told her she was lucky to have a hot and hung husband like Scott. Amanda agreed, but said that she was slightly jealous of Megan.

"Of me? Are you kidding--look at you two. You are both so gorgeous, You have a house, and...you've like got it all."

"But you have experience I never had," confessed Amanda. The two women had not moved apart since their hug, and were sitting closely together. Amanada lower her voice, almost to a whispher, as if confessing a deep, personal secret. "I've never even kissed a girl." She glanced at Scott. He nodded.

All three could sense the direction and the next step.

"Oh, well, it's no big deal," said Megan. "It's just a kiss."

The two women looked into each other's eyes and slowly moved together, until their lips met. Megan began to kiss Amanda. Amanda melted, letting herself be carried by the new sensation, and by the eagerness of what would come next. They kissed for what seemed like several minutes. Megan's tongue and lips so soft, so gentle. It was not at all like being kissed by a man.

Everything next seemed to flow as if a dream. No one talked, but everyone seemed to move as if they'd all done it a dozens of times, as if they were already familiar lovers. Perhaps it was because Megan had been with both men and women before, or perhaps because Scott and Amabda had imagined and re=played the scenarios over and over in their minds. Or perhaps their is a deep-down, inherent human memory of sex from thousands of generations that kicks in. Clothes came off and within seconds Megan was naked, Amanda only in her panties, and Scott only in a t-shirt.

Scott had reclined to let Megan turn her attention to his cock, which was, she found, large as promised. It was stiff and eager and waiting for her mouth. Megan's upturned hips seemed to invite Amanda for her first taste of a woman. This would be it--the crossing point and no turning back. Amanda and Scott sharing Megan, pleasuring her, and in turn, being pleasured. Amanda was inches from Megan's pussy. She could see it wet, glistening, and inviting. She leaned her face forward, inhaled, nd took her first taste. She looked up at Scott, fixing his stare with her eyes. He was blissed out, getting the knob of his thick cock sucked by Megan. Their eye contact said it all. It was exactly as they had pictured it.