Four - Paisley
That went better than I expected. I’d had a blast and met two potential friends for a private game. Although ‘friends’ was possibly underselling it. It was clear Kevin was into me. Aaron was an enigma I was having fun trying to figure out.
Was he into guys, as Kevin had suggested? He’d certainly gone very quiet. But then there was the way he kept looking at me. Was he into both? That would be like hitting the jackpot and Christmas all at once.
My husband had never understood the appeal of watching two guys together; even though he shamelessly consumed so much lesbian porn, he couldn’t seem to flip the idea. I blamed it on a lack of imagination.
Two guys? Together? He hadn’t shared my enthusiasm, let alone ever been willing even to role-play the idea. Faced with it as a possible, real-life prospect, my imagination was working overtime.
I knew I was being silly. The most likely outcome would be a nice game, Kevin asking me out on a date, and me choosing whether to make future game nights awkward by refusing him or accepting. One would hurt his ego. The other would make Aaron a third wheel. Unless he joined in….
There was that thought again. As intrusive as always, and insistent.
It had become my ‘go-to’ fantasy when I was alone, picturing the swirl of Kevin and Aaron tangled up as they lost themselves in one another while I directed their every move.
Would they be willing participants in my live-action fantasy?
It was fun to imagine how far I might be able to push things with the two of them, even if things never got that far in real life.
The group chat Aaron had set up certainly suggested that they would be willing to let me be in charge.
Despite things starting innocently, conversation never failed to get a little flirty.
I also seemed to be the one directing things, the one who they both gauged just how far they could push things.
Maybe they were simply being respectful, or maybe I was filthier than both of them put together, despite what Kevin thought.
Amid the suggestive comments and double entendres, details still needed ironing out. The gaming group only met every two weeks, and the next planned date was canceled while the building underwent much-needed renovations. So much for a regular social life.
So, we started with setting a date and deciding on a game we all wanted to try.
I was up for a surprise—fuck, I could do with a surprise involving these two—but Aaron insisted we nail down some ideas.
I guess he liked to be prepared. Any thoughts about springing my idea of watching the two of them together might need planning—no room for seeing where the night took us all, as I hoped.
Choosing a date was hard enough. We were all adults with busy lives. The original two were both canceled—first because of a commitment Kevin had, then because Captain Snowball ate something he shouldn’t, and an emergency vet visit forced me to pull out.
I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen, but Kevin kept pushing for it. I’m pretty sure the whole idea would have collapsed without him, as Aaron was much too reticent to push things, and I didn’t want to come across as needy and desperate as I felt.
The truth was, I had felt something when I was with them both, something I’d not felt in a long time. It was desire. It was an urge, a longing, a craving, and it wasn’t for mere social interaction.
I wanted contact, skin-on-skin contact, and either of them would do, although both would be better. Christ, I was getting greedy in the absence of a regular dick, and all the dildos in the world weren’t cutting it anymore. I needed something real.
Kevin stepped up, and with the most dominant tone one can summon in text form, declared that we were doing it this Friday. It was only two days away, so minimal time to move things around if one of us were busy, but minimal time to cancel. At least, that’s how Kevin framed it.
The timing of his message was a little suspicious. It was later than most of us were active. Did he have late-night horn? In the glow of his aroused state, was waiting no longer an option?
“This Saturday. Aaron’s place. No more fucking about. This. Is. Happening.”
I read the words a few times, digesting the push and intent as much as the details. I was ready to head to bed, but teasing Kevin was a much more attractive option now that it had been presented to me.
“My, aren’t we being dominant. Not taking no for an answer?”
I was feeling super flirty. Curled up on my sofa with Captain Snowball purring happily beside me, I was as cozy as I could be. With a towel around my hair and my comfy pajamas after a pleasant late-night shower, I wasn’t looking as seductive as I was feeling, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I mean, a no always means a no, and I respect that.” He signed off with a bunch of funny emojis that made me snort with laughter before quickly adding. “Except for this. I won’t be taking no for an answer on this. You in?”
“How can I even begin to refuse such a forceful command?”
A pause. “You like it when I’m forceful?”
There it was. He was in a flirty mood, too.
“I can see the appeal. It might make a lesser woman weak at the knees, submitting to your demands.”
“But not you?”
I let it hang for a while. Enough to tease him. Enough to test him.
“I didn’t say it didn’t have an effect, although I usually like to be in charge.
” This was a ball-faced lie. My husband didn’t like submitting to me, no matter how many times I asked him to give it a try.
While I was by no means dominant, the idea of stretching my wings and legs that way held a mysterious appeal.
“Happy to let you drive while I watch from the backseat.”
“You don’t mind a woman driving?”
“Not if she’s taking me where I want to go.”
“Oh? And where might that be?”
“Is ‘pleasure town’ too crude an answer?”
“Not if that’s where you want to go….”
A longer pause. I hoped he was touching himself, rather than struggling to find the words. I found my own hand snaking its way into my pajama bottoms, ready to touch my aching clit.
“Pleasure town? I don’t think I own that game.”
Holy shit. Aaron was up too, and had been witnessing our exchange in real time. My hand paused its downward journey, but stayed just above where I wanted it to be. For now.
“I can think of a few ways we could make that game happen. The rules might be a little loose, but I promise we’ll all have fun.” I typed the words without thinking, and hit send before I had a chance to back out.
That was enough to stun them both. I was expecting something immediate from Kevin, or at least a timid reply or emoji from Aaron, but my comment was met with crickets.
Had I gone too far? I really hoped I hadn’t scared them off, but there was the very real chance I’d misinterpreted how far I could push the flirting.
I’d been out of the game a while, but hoped things were different now.
I hoped that women were free to say that they had needs, that they had the same urges men had.
That they liked sex, and didn’t have to be ashamed of it.
“I can’t speak for Aaron. I know he’s a stickler for the rules, but I’m happy to see how the game of pleasure land plays out. Tell me, is it a game for 2 or 3 players?”
“Hey. I’m not a stickler for the rules!” Aaron protested before I could answer.
“Really? So if Paisley had some impromptu idea for a game she just made up, with rules only she knew, you would be fine with that?”
Silence.
“What if I promised it would be fun?”
“For me?”
“For all of us.” I smiled, hit send, and let my fingers finally find my clit.
I sighed into it, thoughts and fantasies of the three of us together filling me as they both went along with my imaginary ‘game.’
“I think I can get on board with that,” Aaron replied tentatively.
“You think? A beautiful woman promises you something fun, and you’re not sure? Man, you’re so clueless sometimes.” Kevin’s response was biting, but it made me smile. Clearly, he was down for anything.
“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever you two are cooking up.” Was Aaron feeling left out? I had to reel him back in and get him on board as quickly as I could.
“You really are clueless if you think I’m going to let you miss out on all the fun.” I typed with one hand while the other took care of my needs.
“Yeah, share the love!” Kevin chimed in with his trademark enthusiasm. The comment was funny enough to have me laughing, but the idea behind it was more than enough to tip me over the edge.
Kevin and Aaron together, with me directing every move. Aaron and Kevin sharing me, worshipping every inch of my body in ways I’d never felt before.
The conversation had gone quiet while I rolled and thrashed with pleasure.
Captain Snowball slept through the entire thing, bringing me back down to Earth with a bump.
It was hard to feel sexy when even a cat sleeping next to you wasn’t moved by your orgasm, but it didn’t stop this thing I was feeling.
This hope rising in my chest that Saturday was going to be something special.
“I’ll get on working the rules out for Pleasure Town. See you both Saturday.”
“Leave ‘em wanting more.” I chuckled under my breath, signed off, and dragged myself to bed.
After our little exchange, a lot more was riding on the night than just making friends and having a good time. There was a pressure, but in a good way. One I knew I would rise to once I was placed in the spotlight.
Now I just had to workshop some impromptu rules for a game called ‘Pleasure Town’ that didn’t yet exist. No pressure.