An odd mix of expressions collided on her face. Surprise, confusion, excitement. The latter encouraged me to go for broke. “Uh, how open minded are you?”
“What do you mean?”
She could tell that I was really getting anxious about what I had in mind but could not begin to put any of it together. “I’ve had a fantasy for a long time to see Katie and I to get another guy in with us but she is far too traditional for that kind of stuff. To be honest, I was really wondering... if seeing me... sucking a guy’s cock,” my voice was starting to crack, “would turn you on.”
My mouth went bone dry and I wanted to throw up for the eternal moment it took for her to understand the bizarre question and see her eyes flicker with approval. A giant grin ran across her face as her blushing head turned away. Hope turned her head back at me with a face of fascination and asked innocently, “What, are you, like, gay or something?”
"No... uh... well--" I could not get the words "I am bisexual" to come out of my damn mouth. "It's just that... Ugh, I am starting to feel stupid. I don't know. This isn’t going right -- please forget I said anything." I was desperately hoping she would bail me out of this agony. At last, she did with a vaguely familiar game played by two ***** jockeying around in poses and polished acts. In any other setting our awkward mannerisms would have been laughable -- we were plenty old enough to suggest that Hope was really that coy and I was even remotely that new to expressing where I find my sexual stimulations; yet we pressed along with our show for each other.
Finally, she skipped the first question and hedged, “I guess I don’t know. Never really thought about it.”
Despite the intrigued look on Hope’s face, my gut fired off a few flashes of doubt. In that brief moment, I washed over my honest appraisal with delusional optimism and accepted only the false ego-driven reality that I exposed her to an idea that she did not know could be so erotic until now.
I lowered my head a bit and pressed, “So, you’ll think about it?”
Slipping a bra strap over her shoulder, Hope seductively retorted that she could hardly NOT think about it.
Remembering that I was supposed to look at their household computer, I changed the subject as we dressed and had her show me to the troublesome machine. I quickly narrowed the likely culprit to be a graphics card and offered to either take it with me to tinker on it at home or come back later with a spare card and fix it here...
All participants are at least 18 years of age.