“Beans” isn’t what you would think it is from seeing the outside. It doesn’t look like a bar at all, and that’s probably why the customers only know about it by word of mouth. It’s been around for about twenty years or so, and hasn’t advertised even once that I know of. People just seem to find out it’s there from a friend, come once, and then keep coming back because it’s a great little bar.
On any Friday or Saturday night, the place will be full, but it’s not your normal bar with loud music and the sounds of a hundred people trying to talk over the speaker system.
Shelly, the DJ, keeps the music soft and usually that music is jazz. That’s because soft music is what the customers want. Ramsey Lewis, Miles Davis, or Vince Guaraldi playing in the background make Beans a nice place to kick back, have a drink or three, and talk to some friends to unwind from the week.
Sometimes, those friends become really good friends, and you’ll see them leave together even though they came in at different times. Sometimes they come in together and leave separately with someone else. I wondered about that the first time I went to Beans, but now I know why that happens.
On the outside, Beans looks more like the old mom and pop grocery store it used to be. It sits in the middle of a block of storefronts that used to be a clothing store, a hardware store, a grocery store, a drug store, and a jewelry store before they started building malls and big-box stores out on the edge of the city. Now, the clothing store is an antique shop, and because the hardware store was beside the old grocery store, it became part of Beans. The other storefronts were torn down to form a parking lot.
Even though it’s what used to be two storefronts, Beans isn’t all that big, certainly not as big as one of the martini bars downtown. You go inside through the door that used to be to the grocery store and past the counter where you pay the cover charge, and the dance floor is right in front of you. It’s not all that big, maybe twenty feet square, but it has a hardwood floor. Usually, you’ll see a few couples dancing to the soft music. Around the dance floor are some tables, and at those tables will be other couples or maybe two couples together. There are lights on the dance floor, but just bright enough to let you see a person’s face if you’re pretty close to them. The tables are lit only by what light comes off the dance floor, so they’re pretty dark.
In the part that used to be the hardware store is the bar itself, a long stretch of polished oak bar top with oak paneling and a brass foot rail. Behind the bar, where Marilyn, the bartender, mixes drinks and pulls long-necks out of the big tank of ice, is the rack of liquor bottles with a huge mirror over that. Marilyn has enough light she can see to mix drinks and you could read a newspaper sitting at the bar, but the tables behind the barstools are lit about as well as the dance floor tables. Nobody sits on the barstools unless they’re waiting on someone else to come in. Well, I did, but that’s because I wasn’t waiting on anybody and I liked talking to Marilyn.
What makes Beans even more unusual is that Marilyn and Shelly own Beans. You never think of a woman owning a bar, much less two women in a partnership owning a bar. That’s what they are though. The partnership is M & S Beans, LLC.
Marilyn and Shelly were both interior decorators for an architectural firm downtown, and didn’t form that partnership until Marilyn’s parents passed away and left her a sizeable bank account. She liked interior design, but didn’t like working for somebody else. The money gave her a way to work for herself.
Shelly had gotten a pretty healthy settlement from her divorce and was also looking for a way to become self-employed. What Marilyn told me is Shelly’s husband had done well in the stock market and had also been doing pretty well with his secretary. Shelly hired a private investigator and found out just how well he was doing with the secretary, and then sued for divorce and took him for almost everything he had.
Anyway, between them, they decided to form the partnership, bought the two storefronts, and started turning them into “Beans”. Along the way of doing that, Shelly decided she’d had enough of men. Marilyn had decided she didn’t want a man when she was in high school. The partnership became more than a business relationship and they renovated the second floor of the buildings as their apartment. I’ve never been up there, but Marilyn says it’s pretty nice. They’re both about forty now, or so Shelly told me, and have been together long enough I don’t think there’s any danger of either partnership dissolving.
As you might now suspect, Beans, isn’t like most bars for another reason as well. Any night you go in there, and Beans is open every night from seven to three in the morning except for Sundays, most of the customers will be women over thirty five. Once I got to know Marilyn a little better, I asked her if it was her or Shelly who had the last name of Beans. She just grinned.
“Neither one of us. We opened this place so women would have a safe place to meet other women. I’m sure you’ve heard the old saying - flicking the bean. That’s why we named it Beans. We figured all we’d have here were women. The gay guys were a surprise.”
She and Marilyn had figured there wasn’t any place in town where lesbians could go to meet up if they were much over thirty. There were a couple of clubs downtown, but they were noisy and full of young kids. They wanted to make a place where older women would feel safe and not have young girls whisper about them because of their age.
On any given night, there will be a few mature guys in Beans too, but they’ll be with each other. I’ve never seen a straight guy in Beans hitting on one of the women, but that’s because Mike keeps a close eye out for anything like that. Mike is gay. He’s also about six three and is built like a football guard.
I gather one young, straight guy did come into Beans when they first opened up. He looked at the women and decided he’d take one home that night. He’d had three beers and had asked six women before he figured out he didn’t have a chance. That’s when he started yelling about how he’d be able to convert them all if he could fuck them just once.
Marilyn and Shelly had seen this happen in the clubs downtown, so they’d hired Mike for just such a situation. Mike walked over to the guy, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, “Mr. I think it’s time for you to go home. Are you going to walk out by yourself, or am I going to have to help you”.
The guy left under his own power, and apparently the word spread about Beans because it hasn’t happened again.
You’re probably thinking I’m one of those gay guys who like Beans because other gay guys go there, but you’d be wrong. I’m straight, about as straight as a man can get. If that’s the case, you’ll be thinking then why would I go to a gay and lesbian bar in the first place?
It was more of an accident than anything else. I didn’t now what Beans was the first time I went. I’d just heard two women talking about it at work and decided since I like jazz and hate noisy bars, Beans would probably be a place I’d like.
It was only seven and Beans had just opened when I walked in. There were a few women sitting at the tables, but in my experience, that’s not really all that unusual. Most women go to bars to meet men, and some of them get there early so they have longer for that meet-up. It’s also usual that they go to bars at least with one other woman.
It was dark enough inside I couldn’t really tell how old they were, but that wouldn’t have told me much anyway. Women are dressing and acting a lot younger than their mothers today, so a woman in sexy clothes doesn’t have to be twenty-five anymore.
It wasn’t until I sat down at the bar and Marilyn asked me what I wanted to drink I found out Beans wasn’t what I thought it was. She smiled at me, but the smile was a little odd.
“I’m Marilyn. What can I get you tonight?”
I said I’d like a Bud, so she stepped to the bin of ice and pulled out a longneck, popped the cap, and sat it on the bar.
“It’s our happy hour, so that’ll be two dollars. It’ll go up to three in an hour, so if you want another one at this price, be sure to let me know before eight.”
I handed her three ones. Marilyn grinned, put one in her tip jar, and the other two in her register. Then she smiled at me again.
“Haven’t seen you in here before. You new in town?”
“No, not really. I just heard this place is quiet and you play jazz.”
Marilyn looked at me and smiled that funny smile again.
“If you’re looking for a date, you’re probably out of luck. Not many guys come here and if they do, they’re usually together.”
I realized what she was thinking.
“Oh, I’m not gay, if that’s what you mean.”
Marilyn grinned then.
“I didn’t think you looked gay. You’re not dressed well enough to be gay. I don’t want to burst your bubble, but you’re not going to find a woman here either. All our girls are into other girls.”
I smiled back.
“I’m not here for that either. I uh…I got divorced a couple years ago, and I’m not looking to repeat it. I just like quiet bars with jazz. Is it OK if I stay?”
“Well, it’s gonna be a little like being in a candy store with no money, but if that’s what floats your boat, you’re welcome to stay. We don’t judge anybody. When you’re ready for another beer, just wave.”
That night proved to be interesting. Like a lot of guys do after they get divorced, I’d spent my time in the bars downtown looking for a woman so I could prove I was still a man. That quickly got tiring. I was thirty-eight and most of the women were between twenty-one and twenty-five. They always had a bunch of guys hanging around them who were all about the same age. I didn’t look twenty-five and I wasn’t having any luck.
Beans was about the same as the other bars except the women were older and the atmosphere more laid back. Instead of young girls dancing together to the latest hip-hop music and trying to look seductive, there were older women dancing together to jazz, sometimes in each other’s arms, and they didn’t have to try to look seductive because they already were.
I didn’t see mobs of girls hanging around one particular table like the guys did. Instead, I’d see a woman walk up to a table where one woman was sitting and talk for a while. Usually, after a few minutes the woman who’d walked to the table would either walk away or climb up onto the stool next to the woman and stay there. I saw more than a few couples meet like that and then leave together.
There were a few guys who came in later, and like Marilyn had said, most of them were together. I saw them dancing together too, and they were just as close to each other. A couple did talk to me when they came to the bar for a drink.
The conversation was the about same both times.
“Hi. I haven’t seen you here before. Did you come with somebody or are you alone?”
I’d say this was my first night and the guy would grin.
“Always good to have another guy in our club. What are you looking for?”
That’s when I’d say I wasn’t looking for anything. The guy would get a little suspicious then.
“You’re not somebody writing a book or doing some documentary on the gay and lesbian community are you. We had one of those at the place I used to go to. He was an asshole.”
I’d shake my head and smile.
“No, I’m straight but I’m not a writer or a reporter. I just heard this was a nice bar and thought I’d find out if it is. I like it, so I’ll probably come back.”
“You don’t care that all the people are gay or lesbians?”
“No, not if you don’t care that I’m straight. I don’t pretend to understand, but it’s not my place to judge what people do.”
The first guy said, “I’ll be damned”, and then walked off to join a group of other guys. The second wanted to talk some more. He stuck out his hand and said, “I’m Bill Marshall.”
I shook his hand and said I was Warren Ames.
“What do you do for a living, Warren?”
I said I was an engineer. He grinned again. “I know about engineers. I used to be one. Now, I’m a program manager. It’s a little less stress, and I seem to be able to get people to do what they need to do. It’s kind of fun sometimes. I plan out the work so the project gets done on time, and then hold weekly meetings with the engineers to make sure we stay on schedule.”
“You’re one of those guys who keeps bitching at me to get back on schedule.”
“Yeah, but sometimes it takes a kick in the ass to make you engineers get your heads out of your data and actually doing work. Oh, I see Bobby’s waving at me, so I better get back or he’ll think I’m trying to take you home instead of him. It was good to meet you.”
As he walked back to one of the tables, I decided Bill was OK. Like I’d told him, I didn’t understand the whole gay thing, but he wasn’t much different than most of the guys I worked with.
After a second beer, I left and went home, but I’d had a good time. People are always fun to watch, and I’d seen people doing things they’d never do anywhere else.
There was the occasional woman who was dressed more like a man than a woman, but for the most part, the women just looked like women. I saw them wearing everything from nice dresses to jeans and snug tank tops to shorts and midriff tops. I’d seen women wearing the same clothes at Walmart.
Some of the guys were maybe a little effeminate, but nothing like I’d pictured a gay guy being. Like I said, Bill looked just like any other guy who liked to get regular haircuts and dressed a lot better than the young guys I’d seen in other bars.
What was really different was the amount of intimacy displayed by both the men and the women. In most straight bars, the guys and girls flirt a lot, but there’s not a lot of touching going on unless they’re dancing a slow dance together. At Beans, there was a lot.
It wasn’t overt sexuality, but the strong hint was there. I saw couples finish a dance and then hug each other with a full body hug you wouldn’t see in a regular bar unless the guy and the girl were really serious about each other. Most of the women who were sitting together seemed to be that serious. Some of the guys did the same thing. I saw several women kissing, and even a couple of guys.
I’ll admit watching two guys kiss was a little hard to take. It just didn’t seem natural to me. I suppose that’s because I was taught that being gay is wrong. Still, it wasn’t hard to understand they kissed because they felt something for each other. Odd that your parents would teach you that being gay is wrong but also teach you not to judge other people, isn’t it?”
The women kissing seemed relatively normal, but then, I’d always known women were more free with their emotions than men. My Aunt Grace always kissed everybody including women, but on the cheek, not on the mouth like these women were doing.
I think the thing that made me understand a little more was the age of both the men and the women. They were all old enough that I figured they were looking for or with a long-term partner and not just looking to have sex. None of the men or the women were exceptionally attractive either, at least not like you see in the movies about gays and lesbians. They just looked like normal men and women.
It had been fun, both watching the people and sitting there relaxing to the music, more fun than I’d have had at another bar. At any other bar, I’d still have been sitting by myself, but there at Beans, the atmosphere was such I didn’t care. I decided I’d go back on Saturday night.
I did go back that Saturday night, and I kept going back on Friday and Saturday nights for the next three months. I probably wouldn’t have if the people hadn’t accepted me like they did.
That first Saturday night, Bill walked up with another guy, stuck out his hand, and said “Hi, Warren. This is Bobby. Bobby, this is the guy I told you about.”
We talked for a while, and when they walked back to their table, I decided that Bobby wasn’t really very masculine, but I’d known other accountants that weren’t. Bobby was a pretty smart guy, and I decided he was OK too.
I also met a couple of the women that first Saturday night. Jeannie walked into Beans and went straight to the bar. Since Marilyn was just then setting my beer on the bar in front of me, Jeannie walked up beside me, and while Marilyn was mixing her drink, she introduced herself.
Like the two guys, Jeannie smiled and asked if I was new. I went through the same basic conversation about being straight and just liking jazz. She chuckled then.
“Wow, a straight guy who comes to a bar full of women just to listen to the music. Most guys just want to see how far they can get with a woman. I come here for the music a little, I suppose, but mostly, it’s so I don’t have to keep telling horny guys I don’t work that way. They usually get pissed when I do that, and it sort of ruins the night.”
I said I’d seen that and thought it showed the guys didn’t have very much respect for women.
“Yeah”, she said. “You’re right about that. You’d think their mothers would teach them better, but I guess their mothers must think lesbians are nuts like about everybody else does.”
Marilyn sat her drink on the bar then. Jeannie paid her and then said she had to go find somebody named Estelle.
“We sort of hit it off last week, and she said she’d be here tonight. I sure hope she is. My partner got transferred to another state so I’ve been alone for the last three weeks. You take care, Warren.”
Over that next three months, I met several more people and I started to understand what my ex had once told me about the way she saw other women. She didn’t like me looking at other women, she said, because they were a threat to her. She didn’t mind me talking to other men because they weren’t a threat.
I saw kind of the same thing with the guys who came to Beans. They were pretty slow to warm up to me, and I figured out what Bill had said was the reason. If one guy of a couple talked to me, the other guy of the couple started wondering if he was in danger of losing the first guy. After three months though, that had changed. They weren’t back-slapping friendly, but they’d usually wave when they saw me.
The women liked me a lot faster. They considered me to more of an oddity than anything. Most couldn’t believe a straight guy would ever be caught dead in a gay and lesbian bar, but when I kept coming back they were curious about why. I think Julie spoke for most of them.
“It’s sort of weird that you come to a bar where you don’t have a chance of picking up a woman. It that on purpose? I mean, if you’re not gay, why are you staying away from straight women? I thought that’s all you guys thought about – finding somebody to sleep with.”
I explained about being divorced and not wanting to jump back into the dating pool just yet.
“I still like women. I’m just not ready for any kind of long term relationship, and one-night stands…well, they’re not what they’re cracked up to be.”
“Ah…I know what you mean. When I was in my twenties, I had a lot of those one night stands. They were pretty good, but Jackie and I share a lot more together than sex, and it’s a lot better. The sex is great, but it’s nice to have somebody you can just sit on the couch with and watch a movie. Probably not what you’ve heard about us, is it?”
I shook my head.
“No…what I’ve read says lesbians and gay guys change partners all the time. I don’t believe everything I read though.”
“We’re not that much different from straight women. Well, some of us are. There are girls who like to act like men and some of us like that, and some of us do like to sleep around, but most of us just want to find that one special person so we have somebody to love who loves us back. We just like women instead of men.”
Now, I was curious.
“I know this is pretty personal, but is that a choice you made or have you always been that way?”
Julie frowned a little.
“Why do you want to know? You aren’t one of those guys who think they can convert us, are you?”
“No, I’m not one of those guys. Evidently I’m not that good. That’s one of the reasons my wife left me. I just don’t understand the whole thing very well, and being an engineer, things I don’t understand bug the hell out of me.”
Julie sipped her drink, then looked at me.
“I’d never tell most straight men this. They wouldn’t even try to understand. You sound like you might though.
“I’ve known since I can remember thinking about girls and boys as something other than just other kids. When I learned about sex, my mother said I’d start wanting boys to touch me and if I did, we’d end up having sex and I’d end up pregnant. She said I shouldn’t do that until I was married. I told her she didn’t have to worry about that, but I couldn’t tell her why.
“It was confusing at first. Once your hormones kicked in, you probably started looking at girls and wondering what they looked like under their clothes didn’t you?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Well, I didn’t have to wonder because we took showers together after PE class. It was a little weird at first, getting aroused by looking at the other girls. I didn’t understand what was happening to me, and the worst part was I couldn’t tell anybody. I did go out on a few dates my junior and senior year, but no matter how nice the guy was, I just couldn’t see him ever being more than a friend. The guys who tried to touch me…that was just…ugh. It wasn’t until I went to college and met another girl like me that I got comfortable with how I am. She got me to be understand that I’m not screwed up like I thought I was. I’m just different.
“Like I said, after I found out there were more women like me, I played around a lot. As long as I was young, partners were easy to find. Then I hit thirty-five and all those young hot girls started looking at me like I was some sort of child molester. Thankfully, I found Jackie and we’ve been together since. We do take a different woman home with us sometimes, but she’s for both of us and we’re both just for her.
“There are some women here who’ve been married and then decided it wasn’t for them. A few even have kids. What I think is they just ignored their feelings because everybody told them women were supposed to get married and have kids. They just realized that wasn’t them a little later than most of us.”
I smiled at Julie then.
“You’ve about finished your drink. Can I buy you another for wasting your evening talking to me?”
“That’s not a pickup line is it?”
“Oh hell no. I’m smart enough to know that wouldn’t work anyway. I would like to meet Jackie some day though. How about if I buy you both a drink? She might think you’re changing your mind if I just buy you one.”
Julie walked back to her table carrying both drinks, and when she got there, said something to the other woman at the table. The pretty brunette looked up, and then waved at me, so I assumed that was Jackie.
After that first three months, I knew most of the regulars by sight if not by name, and I was still happy with the place. It was fun to just sit on my bar stool and watch the people.
I was doing that one Friday night when a different woman walked into Beans. I thought she was probably about my age because once she got close enough to the lights behind the bar, I could see the flash of some silver in her long, black hair. She wasn’t gorgeous and she wasn’t wearing clothes designed to attract, but she was a pretty woman with the figure of a woman who’s passed the slender hips and perky breasts of a twenty-something and moved on to more sensuous curves. It was a little surprising that she walked straight to the bar and sat down on a stool. I’d seen a few women do that, but they’d stopped to talk to some of the others on the way. This woman looked intent on just getting to the bar.
Marilyn walked down and talked to her for a while and then mixed her some kind of drink that was blue. I went back to watching the people on the dance floor.
It was almost ten by then, and the drinks had been flowing since about eight. Before that, there weren’t many people there so mostly they sat around and talked. Once the tables started filling up, it was like a family reunion and the drinks started going down faster.
What that caused was what I was watching. Julie and Jackie were dancing together, well, they were about half dancing and half doing what I figured they were going to do a lot more of when they left. There wasn’t any overt sexual contact. I figured since most of the women who came to Beans were almost forty, they knew they didn’t have to do more than hint at what they wanted. Those hints were pretty blatant sometimes though, like when the music ended and Jackie wrapped her arms around Julie and kissed her full on the mouth.
I looked down the bar then, and when the new woman saw me, she smiled, but it looked like a forced smile. I smiled back and was going to walk down and introduce myself, but Sarah, a woman I’d met two weeks earlier, walked up and started talking to the woman. A couple of minutes later, they went to the dance floor and started dancing together.
I knew Sarah didn’t have a partner. She’d told me that Anna had been offered a job three states away with a high enough salary she couldn’t turn it down. Sarah had thought about going with her, but her own job paid pretty well and she had a daughter who lived only about five miles from her.
It looked to me like Sarah might have found that new partner. As they danced, Sarah stroked the new woman’s arm and the new woman smiled what looked like a genuine smile to me. When that song ended, they walked off the dance floor to Sarah’s table together.
I didn’t stick around to see if they left together. I’d had a whole day of meetings at work so I was mentally tired and the two beers I’d had were making me sleepy. After waving good-bye at Marilyn, I went home and went to bed.
I went back to Beans on Saturday night. On Friday, I’d asked Shelly if she had any music by Earl Hines. After she searched her laptop, she said she hadn’t loaded it into her DJ software, the she knew she had a couple of his CDs upstairs. Shelly had promised to load up both CDs and have them ready for Saturday.
After Marilyn brought me my beer, I walked over to the DJ booth and asked Shelly if she’d found her CDs. She grinned and said, “Yeah, and I have three songs cued up. Some of his stuff would be hard to dance to, but these three should be good. They’re “I Just Wanna Make Love To You”, “I Feel So Smoochy”, and “Easy To Love”. She chuckled then.
“I’m gonna wait until about ten to play them so everybody’s kind of in that mood anyway. It’ll be fun watching what they do.”
It was about nine when that same black-haired woman came through the door and walked up to the bar. Sarah wasn’t with her, so I assumed they hadn’t hit it off. She picked a bar stool and ordered the same blue drink from Marilyn, then turned around to watch the dance floor.
After ten minutes, no other woman had come up to talk with her so I picked up my beer and walked down the bar to say hello. She saw me get up and smiled when I stopped beside her and offered my hand.
“Hi ma’am. I saw you here last night and was going to introduce myself, but Sarah got to you first. I’m Warren Ames.”
“You must not be having much luck if you decided to talk to me. I’m Denise Rhodes.”
“Well, I’m not really looking to get lucky that way. I’m not gay like the other men here.”
Denise raised her eyebrows.
“If you’re not gay, why are you here? I’d think you’d be at one of the bars downtown.”
I shook my head.
“No, I’ve played that game and the people are too young, I don’t like the music they play and it’s too loud anyway. Shelly plays jazz and I like jazz, and this place is pretty quiet considering how many people there are here. Are you waiting on Sarah?”
“No. She went to visit a friend, some woman named Anna.”
“Ah…her old girlfriend.”
Denise sipped her drink, then nodded.
“Yes, that’s the one. I can understand though. I mean, the way Sarah talked about Anna, they must have loved each other a lot, just not enough for Sarah to move when Anna did. Must be nice to have somebody you love that much. Can’t say as I’ve ever had the experience.”
I said I knew the feeling, and Denise asked me how that was.
“I was married for eight years before I figured out she didn’t love me as much as I thought I loved her. Turned out, I didn’t love her that much either, not after she started sleeping around on me.”
“I understand why you’d feel that way. Did she say why she did it?”
“Yeah. She said she missed the thrill of being able to seduce a guy into taking her to bed.”
“Never had that experience either, but I thought it was supposed to be easy – just show the guy a little skin and whoopie, off to bed we go.”
“She liked doing that, showing her skin, I mean, and I liked it. She was a sexy woman and when we went out, she always wore clothes that made her look that way. I thought she was doing it for me, but I guess she just liked to see other guys get turned on.”
Denise finished her drink and then sighed.
“Well, I don’t seem to be turning on anybody. Maybe I should show more skin.”
I said from the talks I’d had with the women at Beans, they didn’t really get turned on by skin as much as by the way a woman talked.
“Janice told me what attracts her to another woman is how she carries herself and if she seems like a person who’d be fun to be with. The sexual thing is there, of course, but it’s not the most important thing. For a lot of men, the sex is first and foremost. For me, sex is just a very intimate way of two people telling each other how they feel about each other.”
“That’s what Sarah said too. I guess I wasn’t the one though, or she wouldn’t have gone to see her girlfriend. Speaking of going, I think I will. It’s a little disheartening to sit here by myself when everybody else is having fun.”
I offered to buy her another drink if she’d stay and talk for a while, but she politely said no.
“It’s not that I don’t like talking to you, but that’s not really why I came here. I’ll be back on Friday because Sarah will be back then. Maybe I’ll see you then.”
The next Friday, I had a burger for dinner and then drove to Beans at about eight. When I went in, I looked for Sarah and Denise, and found them sitting at a table by the dance floor. Denise looked up and waved, then went back to talking with Sarah. I got my beer from Marilyn and started people watching again.
There wasn’t much different going on. I saw the same couples dancing together, the same couples sitting at tables, and the same women strolling around making conversation. Shelly had evidently seen me come in too, because a little later I heard “Unforgettable” by Dinah Washington flowing out of the speakers. I’d told Shelly that was one of my favorite songs, so she usually played it if I was there.
I was just sitting there listening to Dinah when Denise walked up and said, “Was she really that unforgettable”.
I shook my head.
“No. I just like the song and the way Dinah Washington sings it. How goes it?”
Denise smiled a little.
“OK, I guess. Sarah says her girlfriend is going to move back because she didn’t like her new job. That’s good for her, not so good for me, but she helped me understand some things about who I am and what I want.”
“Oh, and what would that be.”
“If I tell you that, you’ll start getting ideas about me I don’t think I want you to be getting. You’ll think I’m weird or something.”
I shook my head.
“Denise, I judge people by how they act with me, not how they act with anybody else. Some people click and some don’t. I think we do, at least as much as we can given our circumstances. I couldn’t ever think you’re weird, well, unless you told me you were into something that gets somebody hurt. I can’t imagine you being that way though.”
She shook her head.
“I’m not into that, but I’m not what you think I am either. I’m not really a woman who only likes other women. I just wanted to see how it would be after my husband said I must be a lesbian because I didn’t like sex with him. I thought maybe that was true. Sarah helped me understand it isn’t.”
“Was up until six months ago.”
“So, you don’t like girls after all?”
“I didn’t say that. I said I wasn’t a lesbian. Sarah was different and I liked the difference, but I’m not ready to give up on men…not just yet. See…I told you you’d think I was weird. I can see it in your face.”
I smiled and shook my head.
“What you see in my face is just disbelief. Let me buy you that drink and I’ll explain that. What is that drink called anyway? I don’t know if I could drink something blue.”
Once Marilyn sat Denise’s “Blue Monday” on the bar and then walked away, I started trying to explain without it looking like I was coming on to Denise.
“It’s just hard to believe a woman would come to Beans unless she was looking for another woman. It’s like you said about me – why else would you come here? I just figured you were looking for a new partner. I did like talking with you last week. I knew you were a little different because you seemed to sympathize with Sarah wanting to go see her old girlfriend. I can tell you that most of the women here wouldn’t have been that way. They’re good people, but they tend to get defensive if they think another woman is trying to take their partner.”
“Like you probably did when your wife started sleeping with other men?”
“Well, yes, I suppose so, but that was before I figured out there was no way to save our marriage.”
She sipped her drink and then smiled.
“I wasn’t sleeping around on my husband, but he thought I was and for some reason, he thought it must have been with other women. That’s why he said I must be a lesbian. I’d wondered about how it would feel, but I never said anything to him about that and I never did anything about it.
Once he divorced me, I decided I would find out, and I did… with Sarah. Like I said, it was different but I couldn’t be jealous of Anna. I don’t love Sarah. She was just a way to find out how it felt. Now that I know…well, I don’t think I want to stop being with men, but I don’t think I want to stop being with women either. That seems pretty selfish, I know, but Sarah told me there are other women here like me, so I don’t feel bad about it.”
I hadn’t heard about any women at Beans who liked both men and women, so that was a bit of a shock.
“I guess I never thought about that. I mean, I know some of the women here have been married and some even have kids. I just thought they’d all given up on men.”
“Well, they haven’t, but if I were you, I wouldn’t go asking any of them if they’d go home with you. That’s not what this club is about and you’d make all the real lesbians mad at you. They say good things about you, did you know that?”
I said I figured they thought I was just weird, and she laughed.
“They don’t think you’re weird. They appreciate the fact you haven’t judged them like most men would. They’ve heard it all before – “I can cure you”, “You just need the right man to show you the light”, all that stuff men say to women when they find out they don’t like men. My husband used to tell me that all the time when I didn’t want to have sex with him.”
“I’m glad they think that, I guess. I do have a question for you though, and it’s not because I’m trying to get you to go home with me. It’s because I don’t know. How can a woman like both men and women? I read once that people are hard-wired at birth for which sex they prefer. A couple of the women I’ve talked with here say they were.”
“I suppose that’s true for most women, but there are some of us who don’t want to choose. I can only speak for myself, and my only experience has been with my husband and then Sarah, but it’s different and the difference is something I like. Sometimes, I want to be submissive and let the man decide what we’re doing. What I learned with Sarah is that sometimes I want to be an equal partner and not be submissive. My husband wouldn’t ever let me do that.
“It’s hard to explain, but with a man, it feels like I’m vulnerable and have to do what he wants. With Sarah, I didn’t feel vulnerable. It just felt like two people trying to make each other feel really good.”
Well, knowing Denise wasn’t a confirmed lesbian gave me some other thoughts, but I didn’t want to tell her what I was thinking. I did wonder if she thought she’d ever find a man who could understand what she was telling me.
“Do you think there are men who don’t mind if their wife or girlfriend likes women too?”
Denise looked at me and grinned.
“I don’t know. Would you?”
I hadn’t expected that answer, so I had to think about that for a second or two. Even after I did that, I wasn’t sure.
“I’ve never considered the possibility. I suppose it would depend upon how well I liked the other woman. If she was a nice woman and my wife or girlfriend didn’t seem to favor her over me…I don’t know. I think it would take some serious conversation between the three of us before I could make up my mind. If she and the other woman could convince me it wasn’t like cheating, maybe.”
Denise sipped her drink and then smiled.
“Well, maybe one of these days you’ll get to find out. There are a few women here who’d like to help you find out.”
I have to admit to being pretty stunned then. It was somewhat of a shock to learn that some of the women at Beans liked men too, but hearing that some would like that man to be me was pretty unbelievable.
“That’s pretty hard to believe. I’m no movie star.”
“Why is it all men either think they’re God’s gift to women or think they’re not what a woman would want? Women don’t have to have the most handsome guy in the room. They just want a guy who understands them and tries to make them feel secure and happy. That’s why there are some women here who’d like to find out if you’re that way. They think you would be.”
Denise and I talked a little more before Virginia came up and asked her to dance. When the dance was over, they went to Virginia’s table. I hung around for about another hour and then went home.
The next Friday night, I was sitting at the bar when Denise came in with Virginia. They walked up to the bar to get their drinks, and when Denise saw me, she waved and walked over to my seat. Virginia followed her, and once they were sitting beside me, Denise introduced Virginia.
I’d not met Virginia, though I’d seen her a few times. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair who would have caught my eye anywhere. She had that soft beauty of a mature woman – the mature face that wasn’t so much pretty as it was refined and sensuous – and her body had the full, seductive curves that said she'd be just as sensuous naked.
I liked Virginia from the start. She wasn’t shy when she shook my hand, and her smile was captivating. She was also obviously intelligent. She worked as a registered nurse in one of the local hospitals. When she and Denise walked back to a table, I was thinking that if she hadn’t been a lesbian in a lesbian/gay bar, she’d have been spending the entire night telling guys she couldn’t go home with them.
She and Denise spent the next couple hours dancing together or sitting at their table and talking. I know because I watched them the entire time. I know they saw me doing that because one time, I saw Virginia say something to Denise and then they both waved at me.
On Saturday night, I was back at Beans, listening to the jazz flowing from the speaker system and watching the people on the dance floor. I’d been thinking about what Denise had said about a few women wanting to find out if I was like they thought I was. There were several I’d probably have enjoyed taking to dinner and then if they really were interested, taking them to bed.
Every time I thought about that though, the unanswerable question of how to ask one of them kept rearing its head. It was like Marilyn had told me that first night. I was in a candy store with no money, except it was like I had money but the store clerk wouldn’t talk to me to find out what I wanted.
I was sitting there watching half a dozen couples dance when Denise walked up and patted me on the arm.
“Hi, Warren. Mind if I sit here?”
“Hi Denise. Have a seat. I’ll even buy your drink. How come you’re not with Virginia tonight?”
“She has a cold and didn’t want to spread it around, so she stayed home.”
After Marilyn brought Denise her drink, she sipped it and then smiled.
“So…are you wondering which women still like men?”
“No…well, yes, sort of. I don’t think there’s any good way to find out though.”
“No, there really isn’t. Give them some time. Maybe one will ask you. Ever figure out if you could handle being with a woman who still liked other women?”
“I’ve thought about that, but it still seems like it would feel like she’s cheating on me.”
“It wouldn’t be cheating if you knew about it and approved, would it?”
“No, I suppose not, but I’d probably always wonder which of us she liked the best. I don’t know how I’d handle it. I’m not married and I don’t have a girlfriend, so I’ve never had to think about that.”
Denise looked down at her glass and slowly ran her slender index finger around the rim.
“Would you like to find out, or does that scare you too much?”
“It doesn’t scare me, really. I mean, if I didn’t like it, I could just say so, couldn’t I?”
Denise gave me a shy little smile.
“Yes, I suppose you could, but I’d hope you’d find it interesting and fun. From what I’ve read lately, a lot of men would.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way.
“You think it would be interesting?”
“Well, I keep reading about men who want two women at the same time. How could it be better than if the two women like each other and like you too?”
“Denise, how would I…I mean, two women at the same time? What would I do with two women?”
“Well, you’d just have to use your imagination, but the women could help you do that. We don’t have what a man has, so we have to improvise. That’s one of the things that makes it different.”
“Well, I doubt I’m going to find out any time soon.”
Denise put her hand on my arm.
“Since Virginia isn’t here, you could find out part of the answer. A woman could do a lot worse than you, I think.”
“Well it’s good to know I measure up to your standards. Does that mean you’re asking me to find out with you?”
Denise shook her head.
“I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that I like you and I’d like to see if we’re compatible or not. I’m not some twenty-something who’s embarrassed to tell a man what she wants. What I want is a man who can understand how a woman feels and not think she’s his personal property. From what everybody else tells me, you’d probably be like that. I’d like to find out if you would.”
I’d never had a woman ask me to sleep with her before. I’d never even had a woman hint at something like that. It felt a little weird because we barely knew each other. I kind of liked that though. Before I got married, I’d played the game of asking a girl to go out several times and then having her tell me she didn’t think she wanted to keep seeing me. I didn’t want to play that game again, and if Denise was really asking me, I wouldn’t have to.
“So, if I said I’d like to find out, what would we do then?”
“We’d probably find a bed and then see how compatible we are. How big is your bed – double, queen, or king?”
I said mine was a double, and Denise grinned again.
“Mine’s a king. Let’s use mine.”
“There’s no rush. We can finish our drinks first. Just don’t take too long, OK.”
As I followed Denise home, I wondered how this was going to turn out. I didn’t know Denise at all, except to know that she liked being submissive sometimes and sometimes she didn’t. I figured I’d just have to let her show me how she felt.
Denise did that right after she opened the door to the ranch house in the suburbs, went in and then closed and locked the door after I stepped through it. She put her arms around my neck and smiled.
“Show me you can make it feel different than it feels with Virginia and Sarah.”
I put my arms around her waist.
“I don’t know how other women do it so I might disappoint you.”
Denise pulled her breasts into my chest.
“We start out the same way. Kissing is a good place to start.”
Kissing was indeed a good place to start because Denise was a great kisser. She was a great kisser the first time, every time during, and afterwards too, but the kisses changed a little. That first kiss was a little tentative at first, but a second later, Denise melted into my arms and made love to my mouth with hers. That was the start of me learning just how erotic a woman can be when she wants to be.
We kissed again after I pulled the top over her head. She was nibbling my lower lip when I unhooked her bra, and she caught her breath when I cupped her bare breasts. She took her arms from around my neck to let the bra slip from her shoulders, then unbuttoned my shirt.
Once she had her breasts pressed into my chest, her kissing changed a little. It was like that first kiss was saying, “Let’s see how good we can make each other feel”. With her breasts flattened against my chest, the kiss was more like, “I already feel good. Make me feel better”.
We had to stop kissing then until Denise led me into her bedroom and pulled the sheet and blankets down to the foot. She turned then, put her arms around my neck and whispered, “Now, where were we”.
“I was undressing you.”
“I like it when another person undresses me. Are you going to keep doing it?”
I didn’t answer Denise. I just put one arm around her waist and pushed us both down on the bed. Once she was on her back, I raised up so I could see the snap and zipper on her jeans.
Denise lifted her hips so I could work the jeans off her ass, then lifted her legs so I could pull off her shoes and then pull the jeans off. She smiled when I stroked her mound through the black thong panties that didn’t quite cover her bush, and then said, “take off your clothes too. I want to see you”.
Once I was standing there naked, Denise grinned.
“I think you must like me.”
That was because my cock was standing straight out and up a little. I smiled as I slipped the panties down over her hips and then off her legs.
“I like you a lot, Denise.”
She held out her arms.
“Then come show me.”
When I stretched out beside Denise and kissed her again, I was a little concerned that I had no idea about what excited her. That concern evaporated when her little tongue slipped into my mouth. I suppose it was instinct that caused me to cup her left breast. I know she didn’t consciously make the little moan she made then. She didn’t consciously catch her breath when I stroked the nipple I felt stiffening under my fingertip. It might have been a conscious effort when she gently pulled my face down to that nipple, I don’t know, but I didn’t care once my lips closed around the stiff nub. I ran my tongue over the dimple in the rigid tip and then sucked gently. Denise moaned and I felt her feeling for my cock.
I was a little surprised at how quickly Denise seemed to get aroused just from what I was doing with her breasts and nipples. I’d nibble the underside of each breast and then nibble my way up to that nipple. As soon as I touched the wrinkles of her nipple bed, Denise would catch her breath and the soft fingers on my cock would stop moving. Once I’d closed my lips around that nipple and sucked gently or pinched it between my lips, Denise would rock her hips, then moan, and then her fingers would start stroking my cock again.
I could tell she was really enjoying what I was doing, but I didn’t realize how much it was affecting her until I stroked the black hair on her mound and then slipped my hand down to cup her pussy. I’d expected to find her lips dry, but instead, I felt a little slippery/stick wetness on the hair that fringed her pussy lips. When I slipped a finger between those lips, I didn’t have to wonder if Denise liked what I was doing because that slippery/stick wetness let my fingertip slip in until it was touching her rippled inner lips.
At the first stroke I made to those inner lips, Denise spread her thighs wide and pulled my mouth up to hers. A soft moan poured from her throat and into my mouth when I stroked my fingertip down to her entrance. There was almost no resistance, so I slipped that finger inside Denise. Her hips jerked then and I felt her tongue searching for mine. That made that kiss feel like, “I’m so hot and ready, I want you now”.
After I slipped that finger in and out a few times and then used my thumb to massage beside the little button at the top of her slit, Denise wasn’t really kissing me anymore. Her lips were nibbling at mine and her tongue was teasing mine in between the quick little breaths she took every time my thumb touched the little hood over her clit. After a little of that, I felt Denise tense at each touch, and a little later, she whispered, “I want you inside me now”.
Entering Denise was like sliding my stiff cock into a snug pocket of warmth and slippery wetness, and sent a shock from my cock up my spine. A second later, that shock happened again because Denise lifted her hips up to let my cock go inside her a little more and then moaned.
“Oh, God, I forgot how this feels.”
I was discovering what I was feeling was a lot stronger than I’d ever felt with my ex. It wasn’t that Denise was any tighter or any wetter or any slipperier. It was the way she gave herself up to what she was feeling and wasn’t just laying there.
Each stroke of my cock into her warm depths cause her to stroke my back with her soft hands. Each stroke cause her to rock her hips up into that stroke too, and on almost every one, I’d feel my cock sliding into someplace that sort of sucked at it when I pulled back.
As time went on, Denise changed from stroking my back to raking it with her nails when I pushed my cock deep. A little later, she murmured, “Kiss me again”, and then moaned into my mouth when she found my tongue with hers.
The start had been erotic. The middle, more erotic yet. Making love to Denise…No, I have to rephrase that. I wasn’t making love to Denise. I was making love with Denise. Making love with Denise was such an incredible experience. Maybe that was because it had been a lot of years since I’d felt a woman start to grow tense every several strokes, but I didn’t remember my ex ever being that aroused.
Denise was doing that. Every few strokes, she catch and hold her breath and I’d feel her body stiffen. She’d start to lift her hips into my strokes, then gasp and fall back down to the mattress. When I started feeling her passage contract a little at to top of each rise, I knew she was getting close. That just made me get closer too and I started trying to hold back.
I couldn’t keep holding back when Denise gasped, “Oh God”, and then arched up high enough the base of my cock flattened her pussy lips into her spread thighs. I felt wet warmth seeping out around my cock before Denise fell back down on the mattress. On my next stroke, Denise gasped again, arched her body up, and held her breath as her hips started rocking up and down.
I groaned as I lost control and shot the first spurt into her depths. Denise was still arched up when I pulled back out, and when I stroked my cock in for the second spurt, her legs began to quiver. Just as my cock bottomed out, Denise cried out and started to shake. I felt her nails dig into my back as she rocked her pussy over my throbbing cock, and then another cry as she arched a little higher, then gasped, and fell back down on the mattress. Her passage was massaging my cock when I spurted a fourth time, and because I kept stroking my cock in and out, she arched up again.
When Denise slowly eased back down, she pulled me with her and then locked her lips to mine in another kiss. That kiss was different too. I was more like, “I don’t want to let you go”.
Denise did let me go once her passage stopped tightening around my cock. She let her arms fall to her sides and then giggled.
“Oh, God. I’d say it was good to feel this way again, except I never have. We have to do this again.”
“I take it you liked it?”
“Mmm…I think you could say that. Do me again and I’ll tell you for sure.”
About an hour later, we did, and the result was the same. As I lay there beside Denise with my arms around her and in between her soft kisses, she whispered, “I haven’t felt this way in a long time, and I don’t think I want to give this up.”
“Does that mean you’re going to give up Virginia?”
Denise stroked my back.
“No, but it means like you a lot. I think Virginia would feel the same way. I’m just not sure how you’d feel about that…doing the same thing with Virginia. She really wants you to. That’s why she stayed home – so we could do this and I could tell you that.”
I didn’t quite know what to say. I’d gone for years with no sex before Denise basically asked me to take her to bed. I liked Denise as a person and after having sex with her twice, I thought she was someone I wanted to stay with. Now, she was telling me Virginia was offering herself to me and Denise was OK with that. When I looked at Denise, her face looked hopeful.
“Denise, I don’t know if I’d be what you both want.”
She stroked my back.
“You won’t know unless you try, now will you?”
I asked if they were both sure about this, and Denise smiled again.
“I’m supposed to call Virginia and tell her what happened tonight. She’s as nervous as you are, but if you say you’ll think about it, she wants us to get together tomorrow afternoon and talk about it. I don’t have to talk about it. I want it to happen. Does that answer your question?”
I probably didn’t sound very convincing when I said I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to talk. When I asked Denise where we’d meet and what time I should be there, she grinned.
“We’re going to meet here at my place, but if you spend the night, you’ll already be here so we’ll start when Virginia gets here.”
“You want me to spend the night just so I can talk with you and Virginia?”
“Well…Virginia won’t be here until after lunch. I thought we could probably figure out a way to pass the time until then.”
I didn’t hear what Denise and Virginia talked about on the phone because Denise went in her bathroom to make the call. When she came back out, still naked, she smiled.
“Virginia will be here about one. How about if we go to bed now and I’ll set my alarm for about eight. That should give us plenty of time.”
Well, I hadn’t slept beside a woman for a while, so I didn’t just drift off. Part of the reason was I was wondering how tomorrow afternoon was going to go. It was intriguing to think about having two women in bed with me at the same time and I kept thinking of what the three of us might do together. It was also a little worrying. What if they spent more time with each other than with me? What if I had sex with one of them and couldn’t get it up again fast enough. Would the second be mad?
The other reason I didn’t just fall asleep is because I’d gotten used to sleeping in the center of my bed and every time I moved, I touched Denise somewhere. It was either my leg against hers or my hand touching her side or some other part of me touching some other part of her. Each touch brought back the memory of what we’d just done and that memory would stir my cock. I finally moved as close to the edge of the bed as I could without falling off.
The next morning I woke up when the alarm beeped. Denise climbed on top of me to shut it off and then stayed there with her breasts pressing into my chest and the hair on her mound touching my cock. When my cock started to get hard, Denise chuckled.
“Something’s poking me. I wonder what that could be. Maybe I should poke you too.”
Denise raised up a little then and stuck her right nipple in my face. A little later, she sighed and reached between us, grabbed my cock, and moved it between her pussy lips a little. They were wet enough that when she moved it back to her entrance and then pushed down, my cock slipped inside her about half way.
After she rode my cock until we both came, she collapsed on my chest, kissed me until I was gasping for air, and then said we should take a shower together. It was a shower, and we both got clean, but it didn’t stop until the water started getting too cool to stand. I love how a pair of soapy breasts feels and evidently, Denise liked how a stiff, soapy cock feels too.
About one, the door bell rang and Denise hopped off the couch to answer the door. Virginia looked a little sheepish when she walked in, but she was smiling when she sat down on the chair opposite the couch.
“Denise says you’re willing to talk about us and what she and I have in mind.”
“She talked me into it, though I’m not sure how it would work out. I don’t want any of us to be jealous of the other.”
Virginia smiled again.
“You need to know some things about me so you’ll understand. I’m not looking for another husband. The one I had was enough to put me off anything like getting married again. It wasn’t that he was a bad husband. It was just that he wouldn’t try to understand that I liked girls sometimes. He thought I was mentally ill, or so he said, and tried to get me to go to a psychiatrist. I knew I wasn’t crazy, I mean, I’m a good nurse and I like taking care of people. I also like sex…a lot…just sometimes, I want something a little more gentle than a man on top of me.
“He finally divorced me, and that shook me up for a while until I realized he was just how he was and wasn’t going to change. I don’t really blame him for being that way because it’s how most men are taught. Because of that, I didn’t think I was going to find a man who could understand, so I never looked for another husband.
“I don’t need a husband either. I make enough money I don’t need a man’s income and I have lots of friends at work so I’m not lonely. The only thing I can’t do for myself, well, not very well anyway, is sex. That’s why I went to Beans.
“Finding girlfriends wasn’t as big a problem as finding another man, but they were like my ex. As soon as I said anything about wanting to be with a man too, they’d say I was weird and dump me. That was before I found Denise and she told me she had the same needs as I did. When she told me you didn’t seem to be like most men, I asked her if she thought you might be willing to take care of us both. Of course, she hadn’t said anything to you about that then, but when I asked her, she said we could find out.
“We’ve already had the conversation about being jealous, and we worked out a solution to that. We agreed it would be better if it was always the three of us together rather than two of us without the third. That way, we’d all get what we want and nobody would feel left out. We didn’t know what you’d think about that, so that’s why I’m here – to find out.”
For the next half hour, I mostly listened to Denise and Virginia explain what they thought would make us all happy. I was also thinking about what would happen if I decided I liked one more than the other. After listening to what they planned, I thought it might work as long as I didn’t let myself do that. I didn’t think either one of them would decide they liked me more than the other woman because they seemed to like each other too much for that to happen.
At the end of the conversation, I said I’d try it, though I didn’t tell them I still wasn’t sure it would work. Denise and Virginia were both smiling then. Virginia got up from her chair, walked around the coffee table, and sat down beside me. She stroked my arm and smiled.
“I know you and Denise already did it last night because she told me you did. I’d bet you did it again this morning. What would you think of starting our little group right now? I sure would like it if we could.”
It would take a lot of words to describe everything that happened that afternoon, and I’m not sure I remember all of it. What I do remember will be burned into my memory forever because it caused me to look at sex in an entirely different way. I’d always thought it was a way two people showed each other how they felt about each other. What really happened that afternoon was I learned that I could have feelings for both women and they could have feelings for each other as well as for me.
Other than the kissing I’d seen at Beans, I’d never actually watched two women making love, but that afternoon, I learned it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I didn’t realize that two women touching each other was so different than the way I touched a woman. I was gentle, but they were…well it was like they touched so softly and so gently the touch almost wasn’t there. They did touch a little firmer, like when Denise sucked Virginia’s long stiff nipple into her mouth and then grinned at me when she lightly pinched it with her teeth.
There was something very erotic about seeing their bare breasts pressed together and watching them fondle each other’s pussies was even more so. For about fifteen minutes, I lay on the bed with a rigid cock and watched them excite each other.
I was wondering when and how I should join them, when Virginia kissed Denise, a very sensuous, tongue tangling kiss, and then whispered something in her ear. Denise nodded, and Virginia crooked her finger at me.
“Come her in the middle with us.”
After I scooted over, Virginia straddled me and then reached between her spread thighs and separated her pussy lips, pushed my stiff cock down against my belly, and then sat down with my shaft between her pussy lips. I could feel the hair brushing my shaft as she worked her pussy up and down, but there was almost no friction because Virginia was wet.
Virginia pulled my hands to her breasts then, but I had to work by feel because Denise had leaned over to kiss me. All I could do was feel for Virginia’s long, stiff nipples and once I found them, start rolling them gently between my fingertips.
She liked that a lot. It wasn’t very long before she leaned forward and I felt her hand on my cock. After a little positioning, she sighed and started to impale her pussy. I caught just a glimpse of her pussy lips stretched out around my cock head before Denise straddled my face and grinned.
“You get to do Virginia with your dick and I get to have you do me with your tongue. I hope you’re good at this.”
Denise pulled her pussy lips open and after shuffling forward a little, I felt those soft, rippled lips spread out over my mouth. That was something I hadn’t done in almost ten years because my ex didn’t like it. I did though, and started using my tongue every way I knew how on Denise’s soft folded inner lips, entrance and clit. After she’d gasped a couple of times, Denise smiled.
“Oh, you are good. Don’t stop.”
I could just see over her mound so I could watch Denise. She had her eyes closed and was smiling. When I saw a hand slip under her right arm and cup her breast, Denise moaned. I saw her move her left arm back, and a second later, felt her fingers between Virginia’s pussy and my cock. When Virginia rocked her hips and pushed my cock inside her a little deeper, I knew Denise was massaging Virginia’s clit.
I was enjoying myself too much to think about anything like time. Virginia had started riding my cock slowly, but once Denise touched her clit, she sped up. That caused me to have to start holding back, but that was easier because I just licked Denise’s clit a little faster. It didn’t seem as if it took long before Virginia was grinding her pussy into the base of my cock with every stroke, and Denise was starting to do the same thing with her pussy and my face.
The end came before I expected it to, but it was easy to catch up. Virginia moaned, then her pussy tightened up on my cock. She relaxed a little, then made a couple soft cries and started rocking her pussy over my cock so fast I couldn’t hold back any longer. The last lick I gave Denise’s clit pushed her over the edge too, so while I was thrusting my cock into Virginia’s quivering body and spurting my cum with every stroke, Denise was cumming on my face.
We stayed together like that – Virginia still impaled on my cock and Denise shuddering when I licked her – until Virginia’s passage stopped milking my cock. She leaned forward and Denise turned her head so they could exchange another tonguing kiss. After that, Virginia eased up off my cock and plopped down on my right side, and Denise did the same on my left side.
Virginia gave my limp cock a shake and then giggled.
“I think I broke it.”
“Nah…it just hasn’t had this much sex in several years. It’ll be OK in about an hour.”
Denise stroked my chest.
“Will you still be here, or was one time enough for you?”
It was with a little difficulty I got an arm around both Virginia and Denise, but once I had, I pulled them both close.
“If this was any example, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you two.”
That afternoon was almost two years ago, and we’re still together. Things didn’t turn out exactly like I’d thought. Instead of deciding I liked one more than the other, I found I couldn’t imagine not being with them both all the time. They don’t want anything permanent, but if I could figure out a way to do it legally, I’d ask them both to marry me. I’m convinced I’m in love with them both, and I know they love me and each other because they’ve told me so. When I first went to Beans, I’d have said that wasn’t possible, but I’d have been wrong.
We go out together sometimes, and I sort of like the looks we get when we walk into a restaurant. The women all frown like there’s something wrong with one guy taking two pretty women to dinner. The men all look jealous.
That first summer, we arranged our vacations at the same time and I drove us to Florida. I loved being in bed with them both every night, though that was only half of what I loved about being with them. We got the same stares on the beach, but then, both women looked sexy as all hell in their bathing suits. I loved being on the beach with them and watching the looks we got. I loved going to dinner with them every night and watching other women frown and then whisper something to their husbands.
Most of all, I loved knowing Denise and Virginia and I were together because we wanted it that way. I’ve never been happier, and they tell me they feel the same way. This summer, we’re thinking of flying to Hawaii for two weeks.
We still go to Beans, but usually only on Saturday night. I sit at the bar and listen to Shelly playing jazz while Virginia and Denise make the rounds of the tables and catch up. From what they tell me, there are a couple other women who’d like to join our group, but Virginia and Denise say they just laugh and tell those women I’m a two-woman man.
I don’t know if this will last forever, but I hope it does. I’ll be their two-woman man as long as they both keep being one-man/one-woman women. I can’t imagine any life without them both.