Group Sex Robin's Wedding

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When Jenny met Raine

October 7

* * * Jenny Parker * * *​

"Jenny!" I heard Robin call to me as I looked around.

Denver was beautiful in early October, the leaves on the trees turning gold, red, and orange.

I took off my shades as I slung my carry-on over my shoulder and closed the door to the rental. I had just, an hour earlier, landed at DIA and rented that SUV to drive to John and Robin's little house. I inhaled deeply of the cool crisp air that blew down from the mountains in the far distance to the West.

"Robin?" I asked, not quite sure from where her voice had come.

"That's me!" she replied as she walked out the front door and down the path to where I had parked. She was a beauty, her long flowing orange hair still ever present, billowing around her pretty freckled face. She wore a green silk robe and nothing else, her feet bare, I noticed, as she approached. She looked just like I remembered her.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked. It was a strange thing to say for it being the first time we had seen each other in ten months, but it felt cold to me, and I couldn't imagine walking around barefoot outside. It was in the lower 40s and, though I had left my coat in the car, I wasn't about to take my shoes off.

"No," she replied simply as she came up and pulled me down for a kiss.

In the ten months since we had met during the Christmas holidays, we had stayed close. We texted every day and facetimed on the phone or computer whenever we could. In the last few months, she had been bouncing wedding ideas off of me daily. So, I kissed her back. She was warm and inviting, her lips soft against mine. When she wrapped her arms around me, I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her off the ground. I was concerned for her feet.

Robin moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her warm breasts pressed against my own, my nipples hard in my shirt. I liked wearing a man's dress shirt with a vest as part of my style. I usually kept the top several buttons unbuttoned when it was warm, but it was buttoned up against the cold on that day.

Breaking the long kiss as I began walking toward the house, she looked at me with wide eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled at me as she glanced down and back up. "You're strong!" she declared.

I laughed. "I told you those martial arts classes were paying off. My balance and strength are better than ever," I explained. That was in addition to all of the cardio I had been doing at the gym. I had been busy and on sort of a "health kick" in the last little while.

Setting her down lightly on her feet just outside the entryway, I stepped into her house. It smelled of vanilla and, well, sex. I have a very keen nose and I detected, as few others could, the scent of cum and pussy juice under the thick vanilla. That was really no surprise to me, knowing John and Robin as I did.

"Oh, God, Jenny! It's so good to see you," John, my brother, declared, as he came toward me from the kitchen on the far end of the small house.

"There's my little brother," I said with a smile. He grew more handsome every day, his short black hair and piercing blue eyes a sight to behold, and I loved him dearly. As he took me in his arms and kissed me, I kissed him back firmly. There was no need to hide our love because Robin knew everything, and it was just the three of us there.

John spun me around in his arms as his tongue danced with mine. He was a lot stronger than when I last saw him. I surmised that he must have started working out; inspired by me, no doubt.

When he set me down and broke the kiss I said, "It's good to see you too."

Robin and John laughed at that.

Making sure my long black hair was still neatly arranged in my big poufy ponytail at the back of my head, I asked, "You two ready to do this?"

"Fuck yeah," Robin said as she closed the door and pulled her robe off of her pretty pale body.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, her beautiful full breasts, her flat pale stomach, and the little tuft of orange hair above her pink slit. Yes, she was a beauty alright. I smiled and said, "I need to freshen up before we do that. I was talking about getting married."

"Oh," Robin said. She was a little embarrassed but not so much that she blushed, or even put her robe back on. "I thought you meant -"

John interrupted her and said, "We all know what you thought she meant."

We all laughed, even Robin. She was not the sort to take offense at something like that. She seemed very comfortable with her sexuality. I really admired that about her. She had helped me a long way toward being comfortable with mine, but I still had a way to go.

"Yes," Robin eventually said. "I've got the whole thing planned out. It's going to be like no wedding anyone has ever seen before."

I knew many of her plans and I had to agree that they were quite ambitious and daring. I only wished I could have been part of the wedding party, but I realized that Robin probably had many closer friends than me. Still, I was happy to help her with my advice over the prior few months.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention that, even though our friends here in Denver are pretty open, I'm not sure how they would feel about you fucking your brother," she told me, standing there completely nude and completely comfortable.

I gave her a wry smile and said, "We're used to keeping our relationship on the DL."

She took my hand and looked up at me. I was a few inches taller than Robin. She said, "You know I'd love to have you as a bridesmaid, but you know my plans for the wedding make that..."

"I understand," I assured her. I did. I knew what her plans were, and I didn't want my presence to cause any sort of issue for her. I felt remarkably close to her, as her own person and not just as my brother's fiancé, so I had no intention of causing her any sort of issues at all. "So, what's the plan for me? You told me not to worry about getting a hotel, but you didn't tell me where I was going to stay."

Robin nodded. She said, "Well, my mom is rich and she's going to stay at a hotel, but your parents aren't. They are going to stay with us. They're supposed to be here in a few hours. So, my friends have stepped up and said that they would help out. You'll be staying at Raine's apartment with her."

I was a little disappointed at not being able to stay at their house for my trip, but I understood the position they were in. They needed to shield our parents from their lifestyle and putting them up with their friends was not an option. They couldn't afford to foot the bill for my parents to stay in a hotel either. "Raine's really okay with my staying with her?" I asked.

"Of course, she is," Robin replied. "Besides, I think you two will really get along well. You are so much alike in some ways, but yet so opposite in other ways."

"How so?" I asked. I didn't quite understand what she was getting at.

She smiled that evil little smile she has and said, "You'll see."

I rolled my eyes and took a big sigh before admitting, "Okay, I trust you." I did trust her. I had always found Robin smart, reliable, and trustworthy. If she thought Raine and I would get along, I was willing to take her at her word.

"Good," she said as she put her hand behind my head to pull me down to her and kissed me.

I let my hands fall to her firm bare ass and gently squeezed. Her warm skin was so smooth, and her ass was very firm. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth as we kissed; she tasted slightly of mint and smelled of vanilla. My pussy flowered open in my jeans with anticipation; I was so horny.

A horn sounded outside. Startled, Robin turned, her orange hair flying around her head, dashed to the door, and peaked out the window carefully, given that she was completely nude. "Oh shit," she muttered. Then she turned around and announced, "Your parents are here."

"What?" John asked. "Their flight from Houston was delayed and they weren't supposed to be here for another three hours."

Though our parents lived in Louisiana, to save money they drove to Houston and took their flight from there. I was a little skeptical as to how much money they were actually saving by doing that. Also, I was a little curious as to whether they rented a vehicle or took a cab, but that wasn't my main concern at that moment. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

Robin grabbed her robe off the floor in one smooth movement as she walked away from the front door. She told John, "I'll go throw something on and Jenny needs to freshen up, so you can go greet them."

"I'm on it," John said as he headed for the door.

Robin came up to me, kissed me, and softly told me, "I was so looking forward to getting reacquainted."

I gently cupped her beautiful freckled face with my hand and told her, "I brought my strap-on specifically for that very purpose."

She smiled and shook her head. "That's exactly what I wanted." She sighed and said, "Maybe after the wedding." Then she headed to the bedroom, murmuring to herself, "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Money was tight for me, as usual, but still, I found myself wishing that I had made a trip to Denver sometime in the last ten months; a trip with the sole purpose of fucking the shit out of my brother and his new bride-to-be. Oh well.

I wasn't quite ready to meet my parents and I needed to pee anyway, so I headed to the bathroom as John opened the front door and headed out to greet them. It wasn't hard for me to figure out that the bathroom was beside the bedroom because the house was that small. It had a bedroom that Robin had just entered, a living room in the front, a kitchen in the back, and I saw a computer in the other open room. That left me one door to choose from and if it wasn't the bathroom, we were about to have a mess on our hands.

After I peed, I looked in the mirror. I still looked presentable. Of course, I wanted to be sure my mom could see my latest tattoo. I hoped she would say something about it. It was warm in the house and so I changed out of my shirt and vest, pulled my black tank top from my bag, and put it on. The shirt read "Inked and Awesome" in big white letters on the front. My big tits were firm enough to not need a bra, so I usually didn't bother. I could just make out the barbells that pierced my nipples through the thin material.

I heard my parent's voices through the door as well as John's. As I listened, I heard Robin emerge from her bedroom and greet them. I waited for a lull in the conversation and opened the bathroom door. They were standing in the living room and all heads turned to look at me as I walked toward them.

"Jenny!" Dad exclaimed as he came around the couch to greet me.

I was a daddy's girl. I loved him and he loved me without condition. Nothing I ever did seemed to shock him. "Good to see you, Dad," I said as I gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

I looked at my mother and she had a look of horror on her face. She said, "Is that another tattoo?"

When I had visited Louisiana for Christmas, I had ten tattoos, but I had added two more since then. I had the chain and wire tattoos on either ankle, the butterfly on my right shoulder blade, the red dragon on my right upper arm, the infinity symbol on the back of my neck, and my tribal "tramp stamp" on my lower back at that time. I had since added a beautiful tattoo of flowers on my left upper arm and a bright red lipstick kiss mark tattoo on my right ass cheek. "Yes. Aren't the flowers pretty?" I asked her as I turned my left arm toward her to let her get a nice view of the new brightly colored flower tattoo. I wasn't going to drop my pants to show her my other one.

"Why do you do this to your body?" my mother asked me with a pained expression on her face.

I loved my mother, but I also couldn't stand her. I wanted her approval but knew I'd never get it, so I, instead, did things that I knew would irritate her, which made me both happy and, secretly, sad at the same time. It was, I suppose, a typical dysfunctional relationship. I smiled at her and walked up to her. I gave her a hug as I said, "Because I like it."

She hugged me back but had a frown on her face when we were done. She said, "Well God thinks it's a sin. The bible says, in Leviticus 19:28, that you are not to tattoo yourself."

I got a little angry at that and said, "It also says that you can only eat stuff from the water that has fins and scales. I'll stop getting tattoos when you and Dad stop eating crawfish!" I knew that would never happen because Dad loved Mom's crawfish etouffee and they both attended, or held, half a dozen crawfish boils every year.

Mom opened her mouth to answer. It looked for a minute like she was going to go ahead and swear off crawfish just so I didn't get another tattoo. Her face went a little red.

Before she could decide if that was something she was willing to do, Dad said, "Well that's never going to happen."

John and Robin laughed at that.

"Can I get someone something to drink?" Robin asked everyone, trying to change the subject.

"I'll take a Dr. Pepper, if you have it," I replied as everyone else demurred. I knew that John loved the stuff and so the likelihood of there being some in the house was good. After Robin nodded and headed to the kitchen I said to my parents, "So, how do you like John and Robin's little love nest?"

"It's pretty small," my dad replied.

Mom was still flustered, and I could see that my referring to their house as a "love nest" was a good reminder to her that her little boy was "living in sin" with his future wife. Finally, she said, "It's very nice."

To egg her on, I said, "You know, I'll bet there's been a lot of fun had in that bedroom. Robin looks like a fiery one, don't you think?"

"Jenny!" John chided me. This was putting him in my mother's crosshairs, and he wasn't too happy with it. Admittedly, I was about to stay somewhere else while he was stuck living with the aftermath, but I couldn't help myself.

"I'm just saying," I said as I waved my hand, turned, and took the bottle from Robin, back from the kitchen just in time. It was cold. I opened it and as I was about to take my first sip, I added, "Robin is a woman of many talents."

Robin hadn't heard the conversation so looked a bit confused. "Many talents? What's going on?" she asked.

John laughed even though he was irritated with me because he didn't want our mom thinking too hard about him and Robin living together.

After I swallowed a good long drag of Dr. Pepper, I put the cap back on and said, "I was just telling my mother that you must be very talented in the bedroom for John to have you move in and create this little love nest." I knew very well what Robin's talents were, but I was trying to embarrass my mother.

Before Robin could respond, my mother stepped between us and gave Robin a hug. She said, "Well, I for one, am glad that Johnny has found a woman he wants to marry. I've never seen him happier. I'm grateful that at least one of my children is finally getting married."

I was stunned. My mother had turned the tables on me like I had never seen. I didn't know what to say. "Me too," I said as steadily as I could, waving my hand as if my mother had not gotten to me at all. I turned away from her, so she didn't see my face and I, as cover, gave my brother a hug.

As for my situation, I had not met anyone that really got me. Every man I met was either intimidated by me or wanted to dominate me. Every woman was scared off by how passionate I became. John and Robin, my brother and his fiancé, were the only people who even came close. Robin was delightful but there was no way I would ever try to take her away from John and marrying my brother, whom I loved much more than a sister should, was, unfortunately, not an option. So, I was still looking.

Mom called to me, pressing her advantage, saying, "You know, Jenny, maybe if you covered up those tattoos to let a man get to know you before he saw them, you might be able to be as happy as our Johnny."

When my feelings are hurt, I don't cry, not in front of my mother. Instead, I get angry. I turned on her. I was going to blow the lid off of John and Robin's little house. In that moment I didn't care about the consequences. I said, "You know what? I -"

Dad cut me off as he loudly said, "That's quite enough from the both of you! We are here for the happy occasion of John and Robin's wedding. It's not about you!"

It had been years since I had heard my dad speak like that and I was drawn up completely short. Reflexively I said softly, "Sorry, Daddy."

Mom nodded and said, "You're right."

"That's better," Dad said satisfied. Then, turning to John he asked, "So, what's the plan, Son?"

John said, "Y'all are staying with us, like we discussed. Jenny just got in too. She's going to stay with a friend of ours."

"Thank you for letting us stay with you," Mom told Robin.

"It's no problem," Robin replied. "Money's tight for everyone, except my mom who's paying for the wedding, among other things, so we understand," she added with a smile. "We're just glad you could be here."

Robin had punched Raine's address into my phone, and I was following the navigation to her house. It took me about half an hour to get there. It was in Arvada, a suburb of Denver, somewhere closer to the mountains but still in the city. She lived in one of a set of duplexes with a small frontage road to itself off the main thoroughfare.

Robin had assured me that I would get along well with Raine, that she had told her all about me, and that she was anxious for us to meet each other. I didn't know what to make of all that, but I was about to find out.

Parking in front, I grabbed my purse and my suitcase. Locking the SUV behind me, I walked up to the door and pressed the little button. When I didn't hear anything, I knocked on the door.

Within a couple seconds the door flew open as a woman, fitting Robin's description of Raine, sighed loudly and complained, "I said I was coming!"

I thought of a number of funny responses to that, one of which I would normally have given, but the comment caught in my throat as I looked at her. I was a bit stunned at how attractive I found her. Finally, I settled on saying simply, "Hi, I'm Jenny."

Raine was a little shorter than I, with pink hair, bangs, and flowing locks that fell about the sides of her face and down, past her shoulders, where they ended in purple tips. She was pale, wearing a base that made her oval face even paler and dark eye shadow to highlight her beautiful sparkly blue eyes. Her full lips wore a shade of pink lipstick to match her hair. The only blemishes on her smooth face were her eyebrow stud, upper lip stud, and side nose ring. I found her face to be very pretty and just my type.

"Sorry," Raine apologized. "I thought you were my damn neighbor," she explained, her tongue piercing barely visible as she spoke.

I was really taken aback as I looked at her more fully. Her pink tank top left her upper chest exposed which, while not as pale as her face, still supplied a bright contrast to the many necklaces she wore. The necklaces were short enough to give me a good view of her ample cleavage. Her breasts were the same size as mine and, by the way they swayed as she moved, I could tell that she wore no bra, and her tits were probably natural. Of course, the nipples denting the thin material also gave it away, and since they were oval instead of round, I surmised her nipples were pierced. Her bare arms bore the only visible tattoos, many very colorful ones decorating each; not sleeves and nothing on her hands, but various flowers and birds on her upper and lower arms. Her tight black pants highlighted her slim figure, ending in black flats adorning her feet.

I became very self-aware as I realized that I had just looked her up and down in silence for a bit longer than necessary. Frankly, the sight of Raine sent my juices flowing and I longed to push her down and do all sorts of wonderful things to her with my mouth as well as the strap-on resting in my purse. I only hoped her personality matched what I was seeing and feeling in that moment. "That's okay," I finally replied, a little ashamed of myself for being so hot for someone I had just met.

"So, you are Jenny? John's sister?" she asked as she stepped back to let me into her house.

"Yep," I said as I quickly stepped in past her and turned around. Dropping my luggage so I could spread my arms to show off my figure, like I always did, I announced "That's me!" Then I added, "And you're Raine, Robin's friend."

Her eyes widened a bit as she looked me up and down. Then she smiled and nodded. "Robin? Yeah, we're really close. I really like John too." She thought for a quick moment and then added, "Robin is hot and very tasty, and your brother is strong and well hung. He really knows what he's doing in the sack, that's for damn sure."

I was stunned that she was so forward and would say something like that to me about my own brother. I recognized the look in her eyes; I saw it in the mirror all the time. She was trying to shock me; test me. I at once surmised that either she knew about me fucking Robin and John myself, or she just figured that Robin wouldn't let someone meet her who would be shocked by the revelation; at least, not to the extent of telling my parents and ruining the wedding. In an effort to not admit to fucking my own brother, and to hide the fact that she had indeed shocked me, I awkwardly said, "I'm glad he's your type."

"Well," she said, with a sly smile as she closed and locked the door, "actually, anyone strong enough to handle me is my type."

"Mmm, really?" I asked rhetorically without even thinking. She was obviously telling me she was bisexual but, still, I was not quite sure exactly what she meant by "strong enough". I knew what I hoped she meant by it. Overall, I just didn't know exactly what to make of Raine. Regardless, as my creamy pussy could attest, I was definitely liking the thought of handling her. I knew I was physically strong enough, if that's really what she was indicating.

I took off my coat in one fluid motion to try to level the playing field; showing off my figure some more to try to get some reaction coming back from her. I was not used to being the one caught off guard; I was used to being ogled and pursued; I thrived on the attention. So, by taking off my coat I hoped to show off some of my assets and get back on top.

Raine, after looking over my black tank top, my full tits, and my assortment of tattoos, gasped and said, "Oh shit, I love those tattoos."

I smiled at her. That was more like it. "I like yours too."

"Yeah?"

I nodded and slowly said, "I have more than just these that you can see. You can touch any of them..." As I flexed my right arm with the dragon tattoo. When she boldly reached her hand toward me to feel the tattoo, I added, "... if you buy me dinner first."

She looked up at me a bit stunned.

We smiled at each other.

She said, "Let's get you settled in, and then we'll go out for dinner. I think you and I are going to get along famously." With that, she picked up my suitcase and headed through the living room, past the kitchen, and up the stairs.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and followed close behind. I watched her firm ass in front of me as she climbed the half-flight of stairs and wondered at how alike we seemed. She was so bold.

The house had a half-flight that led down into a den that was three feet below the surface of the backyard, but this half-flight up brought us up to a hallway that ran to the left. To our right was a bathroom, a bedroom ahead, and another bedroom down the short hall to the left. The bedroom at the end of the hall was hers and the one in front of us was the guest room. It was very nice and, all through the house, I noticed a distinct Japanese theme.

"Here's the guest room. Go ahead and put whatever you want into the closet and the drawers," she told me.

"Thanks," I replied. "Your home is really lovely. It seems to have a lot of Japanese influence?" I asked.

She nodded, the smile leaving her face. "Yeah, a lot of this stuff belongs to Kikue. She's in Japan right now but she'll be back in a few days to collect the rest of her shit. She's moving to Westminster."

"Who's Kikue?" I asked.

"Robin didn't tell you?" she asked rhetorically. "Kikue is my ex-wife."

I was a little shocked that someone as young as Raine would be married and divorced already. I wondered what could have happened to cause Kikue to leave, or Raine to kick her out. Raine seemed pretty cool to me, so far. Though I had a lot of questions, I had just met her, so I said, "Sorry."

Raine waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about it. It's better this way. Let me know when you're ready for dinner. You must be starving from all that traveling."

Before I could reply, she left and headed downstairs.

As I closed the door to the small bedroom, I decided that I wanted Raine. I didn't know what her story was with Kikue, Robin, John, or whatever. My pussy creamed at the thought of kissing her, eating her pussy, or holding her down and fucking her with my strap-on until she came over and over again. The thoughts that filled my head urged me to rub my pussy, but I resisted. The walls seemed thin, and I didn't want her to hear me cum.

Instead, I took a shower and reapplied my make-up but, this time, not for a normal trip but for a date, more base, extra eyeshadow, slightly more blush, and a wicked shade of red lipstick. I took down my ponytail and brushed out my black hair until it surrounded my face.

Back in the bedroom, I found the best dress I had brought with me, not the one for the formal wedding but the other nice dress. It was my sexy black dress with a halter top, the neckline dropping low between my tits. It left my arms bare and my back bare to just above my waist. The skirt was short, ending just a couple inches below my crotch. The waist, instead of a belt or solid fabric, consisted of a lace strip six inches wide which clearly revealed my bejeweled belly button and my lower back tattoo. All of my tattoos were visible but for the one on my ass, barring any upskirt peeking.

Though I wore no panties I pulled on a pair of black sheer thigh-high stockings that rose to my upper thighs, ending with a lacy design right at the hem of the dress. Feeling my pussy starting to cream, I quickly pulled on my black high heels and headed down the stairs, purse in hand. I could feel the weight of the strap-on in my purse taking up more than half of the space inside; I never went anywhere without it.

Seeing Raine sitting on the couch with her back to the stairs, I came around the corner and, with a spread of my arms to show off my outfit, said, "I'm ready!"

Raine's pretty blue eyes went wide when she saw me. I watched as she slowly looked me up and down. Now this is more like it, I mused.

She had changed into different clothes as well, but her transformation wasn't nearly as dramatic as mine. She had changed out of her pink tank top and replaced it with a pale pink toga top decorated with a pattern of white leaves that bared her pale tattooed left arm and unblemished shoulder while covering her right shoulder and arm. After a very sexy bare midriff, revealing an elaborate tattoo surrounding her pierced belly button decorated with a large pink jewel, she wore pale acid-washed pink jeans and pink heels. She had removed all of her necklaces and, so, combined with her hair, pink lipstick, and pale skin, she was a resplendent pink vision.

"Wow," Raine muttered. "You clean up good. I think maybe, I'm a little underdressed."

I shook my head and smiled at her. "You look beautiful," I told her sincerely.

"Me?" she asked glancing down at herself. Then she shrugged and stood up. "Let's take your vehicle," she said as she grabbed her pink purse.

I headed out the front door and waited while she locked her door. Once she was sure it was locked, we both turned to head toward the SUV. With my purse over my right shoulder, Raine came up on my left side and hooked her arm inside mine.

I glanced at her as we walked and she smiled at me and then, with her free left hand, she rubbed up my arm to my shoulder.

I bent my arm to accommodate her, though nobody had ever taken my arm like that before. That was the sort of thing women did with men they were attracted to. It was a way to let them know that they were happy to be led. I really hoped that she was asking me to be more dominant and wanted to be submissive, but I also realized that was probably too much for which to hope.

In the past, when I had met women that wanted to be submissive, they weren't really looking for what I offered. Usually, they either wanted a dominant woman or a dominant man, but a dominant woman who liked to use a strap-on, well, I found that more common in internet porn than in real life. Some women liked to try it but usually those were one-time things. I had also pegged submissive men, but that wasn't the same.

So, every time I met a woman, I found myself hoping that she would be the one, but I was always disappointed. I found Raine stirring that hope in me, so I tried to shake off those thoughts and tamp down that hope. It wasn't fair for me to pin my own expectations on someone I was just getting to know.

After enjoying her right arm in my left and her left hand caressing the flower tattoo on my upper left arm for the short walk down the walkway, when we reached the SUV, I unlocked it and said to her, "You're cheating you know. You're touching my tattoos without buying me dinner."

She laughed as she released my arm and climbed into the passenger seat. As she pulled the door closed, she said, "Well, I guess you'll just have to punish me when we get back home."

I smiled to myself at her brashness. Sometimes she seemed submissive, sometimes dominant; I was having a hard time reading her. Maybe I was off my game or, more likely, I was a bit smitten with the little vixen and that was clouding my judgment.

Well, the next few hours flew by in a blur. The first thirty minutes were just navigating to the restaurant, amidst discussions about the traffic. As we approached the restaurant Raine commented, "You took your hair down and removed your glasses. You don't need them to see?"

I shook my head as I pulled in and started hunting for a spot to park. "Why, do you think I looked better the other way?"

"No, not at all. With your hair down like that, you look so..." Raine started and then stopped short.

"Sexy?" I prompted as I pulled into the only empty parking spot I could find.

"Well... yeah," she admitted.

As I turned the engine off, I smiled at her and said, "You're pretty sexy yourself."

"Me?" she asked reflexively.

I nodded as I pushed the door open. As I got out, I told her, "You are pretty shades of pink from your head down to your toes; like cotton candy."

As we closed and locked the vehicle and began walking toward the entrance, she looked at me quizzically. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No not at all," I told her. "I love cotton candy." Then, as I pulled the door open to let her into the restaurant, I told her slowly and softly, "Anytime I see some I have just got to taste it."

It was a little awkward for me and I was acting very forward towards her, but I had not wanted anyone as badly as I did Raine in an awfully long time. I found myself getting nervous, but I tried to call upon all of my experience to calm myself down, so I didn't blow it. Thankfully, she seemed a bit unsure of herself as well, so I thought we were maybe on equal footing.

After we ordered and waited for thirty minutes, we ate. The meal was amazing, and we spent well over ninety minutes at the table eating, drinking, and discussing everything under the sun. Our earlier awkwardness had given way to relaxation and the realization that we agreed on many issues we both felt strongly about. She was a kindred spirit and I felt that, if nothing else, I had really connected with a new friend.

Still, we occasionally returned to flirting in between our deep discussions of life. She had a higher-pitched voice than mine and when she laughed it was like the tinkling of a small wind chime. She was simply delightful. Beautiful, smart, friendly, worldly, funny, and a lot of fun to talk to.

At one point in the conversation, she volunteered more information about her ex-wife. She said, "We developed a lot of our own interests and our visits to TSC, our sex club, had really informed us of what we truly liked. Turned out, we were too similar. We liked the same things, and neither of us was willing to change. Well, it was me; I was the one that changed the most and finally it became clear that we weren't a good fit."

That prompted me to ask, "So, what was it about being similar that caused such a problem?"

She smiled at me and said, "If I tell you all about my sexual needs, then you have to tell me yours. Are you ready to do that, yet? Right here? Right now?"

I shook my head and looked away. I was too afraid to tell her. I didn't want to scare her away so soon.

Without making it any more awkward she continued, "So we got a quickie divorce. It's been a few weeks since it was finalized but, really, we drifted apart a long time ago."

"You're so young," I told her. "How long were you two married?"

"Well," she began, "Three years. Our fourth anniversary would have been next month. I'm twenty-one now and we got married when I was seventeen. So, now that you know my age. How old are you?"

I laughed at her. She knew exactly what I was trying to find out. "Twenty-six," I told her.

Her eyes grew wide at that revelation.

"Too old?" I asked, wondering if this was where the flirtation ended.

"No, not at all. I just thought you might be, like, twenty-two; you look so young. So, does this mean that you're experienced?" She smiled mischievously at me. "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two?"

I laughed nervously, "Sounds like you've had plenty experience yourself. I've never been married or divorced. It's been hard to meet people. I'm pretty unique and not everyone gets me." I wasn't usually so honest and upfront like that, but I felt compelled for some reason.
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