Daniel called me yesterday. I’d known that he was getting married, to a very fierce and cool as fuck gal who could almost beat his ass if she ever needed to. She won’t; he’s never hit a woman, well, well, not unless she asked for it during sex. They’re coming out to the West Coast for their honeymoon, and I’ll get to see them.
How strange (but also kinda cool) when the rowdy ones rowdy on down. I’ve always known that he wanted a family, since family is so important to him that he moved back home to care for his ailing grandmother after his grandfather died. It’s nice that he’s found a girl who allows him to be who is while attracting him enough that who he is is not *quite* so promiscuous as before.
I met Daniel when I was 19. He was in the drama department with my best and oldest friend, Sally, We’ve been friends since like 7th grade. Our lives have taken radically different paths through the years, yet we’ve always kept in touch. When she was considering cheating on her husband and/or leaving him (she didn’t) I was the one she turned to for advice.
Sally started having sex at 16. I didn’t enter the exciting world of intercourse till the age of 20. I was always a little envious of her early adventures that is ’till she called me at the age of 23 all excited. She’d just had her first orgasm. Ever. Wow. Up until then, I didn’t understand that some women have difficulty achieving orgasm. I was flabbergasted that she had never masturbated. I talked it up enough that she tried it, and she’s never looked back.
One more thing about Sally, and then I’ll get back to the story at hand: she once had a lover who had to chew gum every time he fucked in order to keep his rhythm. It didn’t occur to me to tell her to ask him, “Why not vary the goddamned rhythm a little bit, you porn star wanna-be?” No wonder she had trouble finding her orgasm!
Anyway, when I first met Daniel, I was immediately attracted to him. He was tall, 6’5″ or more, and had the most beautiful red hair and blue eyes. Not every man can pull off red hair, but he looked devilish, and was rumored to be into all sorts of kinky sex I’d only started to imagine. He was friendly, confident; with a beautifully modeled face, a little bit dangerous, and so fucking sexy I couldn’t stand it. I had a scene alone with him in the only play I’ve ever been in. God, am I not an actress!
Even better, it got me into the cast parties. At the time, I found them to be a crazy, heady whirl-o-rama of decadent fun. In reality, there were fairly mild. :) I did get to interact with Daniel. He kept pinching my cheeks and saying, “Awww, wugga wugga,” something I picked up from him and still do to people to this day when I either get tipsy or am just overcome by their cuteness. This progressed to a novelty whip demonstration, some neck licking, and some amazingly talented hair pulling. He lifted me effortlessly. Nothing takes a girl’s breath away quite like being swept off her feet, especially a girl who felt fat but wasn’t. I wanted his big, sure hands all over my naked body, right goddamn now, thank you very much!
It would be six years before I got my chance.
He moved for a while. When he moved back, we were friendly with each other, but then I got married and lost touch with my old friends. It wasn’t until my separation and divorce that our social circles really started to converge. A few of my new crewe knew him fairly well. One day, I went to see him at work. While he was bemoaning the fact that he had just been dissed by two girls he’d asked out (a rarity for him), I plucked up my courage, looked up at him with amused eyes, and asked, “Well, why the hell don’t you ask me out?”
There was a blank look of surprise on his face for a second followed by a huge grin that lit up his eyes.
He took me out to dinner, we went back to his place “to watch anime” and well, you know what happened then. After that first encounter, he carried me into his bedroom, and we really got to know each other as lovers. He was always up for sex. So am I, barring high fever, puking, or unconsciousness. There is something special about being so hungry for each other that you can’t tear yourselves apart. These sorts of men can get me to the point that the lightest touch done in just the right way sends me into another wave of helpless orgasm. This kind of stamina is rare, in both sexes. For a man who can stay hard and into you for hours to find a woman who can stay wet and into you for hours … well, it just doesn’t happen nearly enough.
There was never any romance with us, but he took care of me on more than one occasion when I was sick, held me when I cried about other men, and in general was one of the best friends a girl could have. We were lovers off and on for seven years. It never got any less exciting. He came into to see me once while I was tending bar. I told him, “Ya know what? I’m ready to leave this town.” He got this excited look on his face, “Ooh! Me, too!!!” Let’s move to Atlanta next week.”
That’s exactly what we did. We lived together for two years, sometimes hooking up, sometimes not. There was never any weirdness or jealousy. God, how rare and wonderful!
From time to time, he’d bring me in as a third for him and some other girl, and once as a fourth for him and two other girls. Daniel was so very skilled at managing group play. Seriously, the guy has fucked about 400 women (and some men, too), and I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about him. Now, I appreciate a variety of women, but my fantasy tastes run to petite girls with long brown hair. I’m pretty sure that my fantasy dates back to second grade when I fell in puppy-lust with my best friend Meredith. I so wanted to take her hair out of its braids and bury my face in it. I wanted to kiss that spot in-between her neck and the back of her head where the hairs became sparser; it always looked so soft and vulnerable and inviting! Daniel fulfilled that, my “type” fantasy, one of the only ones like I’ve ever had, with one of his other long term sometimes lovers, this tiny, adorable girl who looked a little like Laura San Giacomo when she was young. The other girl in the foursome was tall, statuesque, and blonde, and she looked like Uma Thurman, and it was watching Uma Thurman in Henry and June that made me understand all the feelings that I’d felt for women through the years. Yeah, I’ve always had a thing for Uma. (I was about 5’5” and buxom and curvy).
My cell phone rang, and it was Daniel. “Where are you?” he asked.
“Just finishing up work,” I said.
“Get over here! You up for a foursome?” he asked.
*Frisson*.
“Who with?”
“Karen and Jennifer,” he said, and I could hear the grin on his face.
*Fuck*!
“I’ll be right there!” I said.
It was a weekend afternoon, and no one had any place to be, the room was light, and we had drinks and giggled, and played music, and everything was just so easy and effortless. Everyone was fully into the spirit of the thing, and we laughed so much as we got undressed, and then all got into a pile in his huge king-sized bed. I was just in heaven. All three of us were so different in type, and then there was Daniel, master of ceremonies, a gorgeous red-headed Viking king of fucking.
I knelt at the end of the bed, and ran a hand slowly and teasingly up one of the legs of each girl, moving to slowly up, up, up, over their bellies and up to their breasts, and then I leaned in and kissed each of them in turn.
What followed next, was a blur of people and bodies and fun. I took turns going down on the two women, both so different and yet so beautiful, spread out before me as they nuzzled and kissed and stroked each other. Daniel got behind me and slid into me, hot and hard. I was coming almost immediately, but in a foursome, you have to keep going even when you are experiencing intense pleasure. It became like a game, to see how much I could split my focus.
I caught fire with the little brunette (who was way more into women than the blonde), and Daniel turned his attention to the blonde. It was all so ridiculously hot! I teased her within an inch of her life, and I could throw her around a bit, and I did, pulling her until she was up on her knees, ass up in the air, and then I ate her from behind. I slid a finger inside her, then two, then three, and she was pushing back against my hand, and she started to buck in total abandon. When I started licking her perineum and then her asshole, I felt her go rigid, and she came, squirting a bit into my hand. She fell forward and away from my thrusting fingers, breathless.
I sidled up to the blonde and whispered in her ear, and she giggled, I guided Daniel onto his back with a teasing look that brooked no denial, and we went down on him together, taking turns with his balls and cock, now covered with the juices of two women. After the brunette recovered a bit, she climbed on top of him and sat on his face, which turned me on incredibly! She was so fucking little and beautiful! Fuck!!!
We went on like that for so long, fucking each other in every configuration.
Daniel and I wore both of them out, they looked adorable all curled up together, sleeping. Daniel and I kept going, kept fucking each other, and I can’t lie, I liked having his cock to myself for a little bit. When they eventually woke up, we had a reprise, then all piled into the shower (a normal size shower, it was like playing Twister, lol), went out for dinner and drinks and came home and did it all again.
We woke up bonded and giggling still.
I’m actually a fairly non-threatening woman to other women once they meet me, and since Daniel and I had been friends for years but never in love, and since I was ‘queer,’ I eventually had threesomes with several of his girlfriends. They all went beautifully.
Then, we discovered the rave scene … and ecstasy.
I count ecstasy as one of the “soft” drugs. I know from first-hand experience that it has medical applications as an adjunct to counseling. See, ecstasy increases trust and empathy (in most people) while reducing fear and shyness. It is a drug of connection. A perfect blend of mind/body/spirit stimulation (whether you count those three as one thing or three things doesn’t matter so much to me). Sure, it has a downside, mostly for people who aren’t chemically suited to it, like those who have less serotonin. If you can find the pure stuff, which is nearly impossible these days, then it’s a wonderful thing to share with beautiful friends on a long night. Much like pot, it affects short-term memory, but not necessarily permanently. What does long-term use do? Well, the jury’s still out.
You may have heard that it’s a “sex drug.” Well, yes and no. It’s not like GHB or roofies — you’re not going to make someone black out to the point that you can rape them. I’ve almost never seen someone so messed up on x that they lost all sense of who and where they were. Of course, with gigantic doses, it can happen, it’s just really rare. I’ve never done anything on x that I wouldn’t do sober. I can’t quite say that about alcohol, for instance. Most men find it hard to maintain erections while on x, and even if they take a viagra to get an erection, they have trouble coming. Even Daniel, who could make him self hard about 90% of the time by activating a sort of pressure point between the top of his penis and where it joined his body, well even he could almost never come while rolling.
The orgasm the next day is awesome, though, for men, once it finally happens.
The uniquely social aspect of the drug, combined with the changes in perception, the way that every pleasurable sensation is heightened, the way that the world looks beautiful through dilated pupils, all of that combines to make x a very sensual drug. When I started dating the man who is now my husband, it was truly wonderful to see him open up and even better to hear him tell my friends how he felt about me.
Daniel was dating someone with whom I became very close friends; I was dating Jack. We’d all go out, dance our asses off, and head over to Daniel’s loft, that had a hugely cool roof-top terrace overlooking downtown Atlanta. The chemical stuff mostly waited till we were in for the night. Sometimes, there’d be as many as a dozen people there, in various configurations of gender and sexual orientation. Not every party became naked, but there was an awful lot of massaging going on. Lemme tell you, there’s not much on this planet that feels better than having 5 or 6 people simultaneously massage you.
Unless, of course, it’s having 5 or 6 people sexually massaging you, with tongues, hands, hair dragged across the skin, nails dragged over nipples, hot wax and melting ice dripped on quivering flesh, kissing you, teasing you, caressing you, holding you. It’s sublime, ecstasy or not. If you’re creative, you can work out all sorts of interesting combinations and scenarios for oral pleasure … like 2 people nibbling your inner thighs while two go down on you, two have your breasts, one your lips, two your hands and feet.
There were some truly lovely people there during those parties. There was very little actual intercourse in the main cuddle puddle. A couple in the need for that generally excused themselves for the bathroom, unless it was just the four of us, that is.
We had all sorts of tricks to maximize nerve stimulation.
Visual stimulation was a given. Loads of naked or half naked beautiful, young, fit, happy guys and girls to look at, to appreciate, to cherish, all bathed in candlelight and joy.
Even when the nakedness didn’t happen, we chatted freely and happily for hours and were content with that. Actually, the chatting happened every time we were together, sex or not. Ecstasy unlocks long-term memory even while it plays merry havoc with the short-term stuff. I’d see things from my childhood in my mind’s eye, but not just see. I remembered the smell of Grandpa’s tobacco, for instance, or smelled the slightly dusty odor of my elementary school hallway. Sometimes, this led to silliness, sometimes to seriousness. Sometimes both. It became easy to see the patterns your life followed. You began to have a sense of how you became who you were. When it was time to change, that, too was easy to see.
It felt wonderful to be together and to share ourselves with each other.
When the end came, it was like watching the leaves fall. It started to feel the end of a golden summer when I realized that Daniel’s girlfriend was really falling in love with him and was becoming less comfortable about sharing. It was lovely while it lasted, and I’ll always treasure the memories we made and the experiences and orgasms we shared. It was time for the seasons to change, though. Appreciate what you had, and let it go.
As I will be shortly raising a cup to Daniel and his new bride, I find that my mind goes back to the memories …
… and I smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9g35yv/the_foursome_group