When we last spoke I was laying in bed naked, post coital, with a beautiful girl that was asking if her roommate could join our activities. Listen – I’m a lot of things. I’m not stupid. Things like this, situations such as these, don’t come around a lot for me. She asked, I smiled and said, “what ever you are comfortable with” and left it at that. Mindy had to go back to work, and I had a raging hang over to deal with. She brought me back to the place where I was staying and we exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to get together again that night.
The friends I’m staying with rent a house. They’re all college friends – I had a very close group of people. This little band stayed together and has been living together since graduation. Three guys and four girls and they all rock. Kris is one of my favorite people in the world and seemed to know Mindy the best; we decided to hit McDonald’s for the sure-fire hangover cure and hang out a little. She teased me quite a bit about Mindy and said, “that is quite the accomplishment!” Now – I think that Mindy is red-hot and super cool. But listen, I’m not exactly chopped liver. I’m not full of myself and I know my limitations, but it’s not like I need to beg for lovin’. That in mind I asked Kris “am I that bad…or is she that good?”
Kris laughed and explained that I was taking it wrong. Mindy and Robin were more than roommates. They met in college and were roommates who became lovers, who became partners. Robin, it turns out, is gay while Mindy is basically a straight girl that happened to fall in love with a girl. They have an “open” relationship where Mindy is allowed to pursue “some cock” from time to time when she has a craving. Generally Robin has to stamp her “approval” on the guy before hand. She said the shower episode was probably nothing more than Robin “marking her territory” a little and not the act of a girl that was hot for me and anxious to jump in. I told her about Mindy asking if I wanted Robin to join in and Kris’s opinion was that Mindy was “fucking with me” and that wouldn’t happen. Although Robin allows Mindy to have occasional fun outside of their relationship, it does still cause strain.
Needless to say – the though of fucking Mindy in the pool with (what turns out to be her partner) watching 3 feet away made me feel a little sad for Robin. Who wants that type of thing rubbed in her face? I certainly don’t want to be involved in a lover’s spat.
I called Mindy to see where she was at and she suggested we head to the beach. We spent a lot of time talking and I expressed my feelings. She laughed and said that Kris was only half right about half of the things. First – Robin isn’t gay. She is bisexual and likes men as well. They both bring boys home from time to time. The shower thing was more her introducing herself and seeing how “open” I was. The pool thing was like live porn for Robin, she enjoys watching Mindy was the occasional guy. As we baked in the sun Mindy kissed my nose and told me to relax.
Okay – I’ll relax.
That night we went out again and had a great time. Robin was out this time and looked amazing. She cleans up well. She’s the yang for Mindy’s ying. While Mindy is a rock solid not an ounce of fat on her short girl, Robin is taller and has more curves. Mindy’s short blonde hair is contrast to Robin’s long dark red hair. They look very cute together. While Mindy’s smile is beautiful – there is something dirty behind it. She likes to smile and bite her lower lip a lot. Robin’s smile is almost angelic, you wouldn’t think that she would jump into the shower with a strange man by simply looking at her smile. Mindy has four tattoos and several piercings: tattoos on the small of her back and her shoulders (in the middle), on her stomach and one on her ankle. Both her nipples are pierced as well as her nose and clit. Robin doesn’t even wear earrings, although she too has a little ink – a small (and very cute) frog on her ankle.
I’ll cut straight to the chase her as well – they couldn’t be more different in bed as well. I wish I could write about this wild scene that you’d see in porn movies, but it just wasn’t like that. We all took it easier on the booze and retired back to their place earlier. We started in the pool, moved to the hot tub and we were nude and playing by the time we got back into Robin’s (and what turns out to be THEIR) bedroom. Mindy is very aggressive, more so with Robin than me. I’m sure that is out of comfort. Robin was very gentle. Where Mindy doesn’t have a shred of hair on her pussy, Robin is more natural. It’s well kept and trimmed, but it’s been a while since I have been with a girl that actually keeps a full standing down town. It was quite refreshing. While I had my time with Robin, it wasn’t as much as with Mindy. I would be on top of Mindy, sliding in and out of her, and Robin would be lying next to us, gently kissing Mindy or stroking her hair. I was once behind Robin fucking her doggy style and Mindy was behind me, kissing my shoulders and neck.
There were times that I was on the outside looking in, which is always a great place for a guy to be when it comes to two girls. Those two certainly know each spot on the other’s body. I went down on Robin and I’m sure she enjoyed it, but she sure sounded a little different when Mindy did it. At one point I was on top of Robin, she flat on her back. I was on my knees and slowly stroking her clit while I slid in and out of her pussy, covered with fire red hair. Mindy straddled Robin’s face; in the dark I could see the flicker of her tongue as she worked over Mindy’s clit. And that, my friends, is about as “porn” as it got all night.
Robin again joined me in the shower in the morning and this time we both took advantage of the time. With her back against the wall, and one leg wrapped around me, we had a passionate (although quick) fuck while Mindy made breakfast.
I wish I could say that this continued all day for the days I was there – but the shower was actually the last time I really saw Robin.
Mindy on the other hand? Well…Mindy is just insane. In a good way. Maybe some day I’ll talk about that night in the nightclub.
On the dance floor. That certainly has to go in my “oddest places ever” book.