Choosing My Dance Partner

Slow and stunning pleasure. Hard, fast, and irrepressible. Or surprising.

Those were my options, and truthfully there was only one that I could possibly go for.

"The jock," I said, breathlessly, "I want to join the touch football team."

Rachel brightens up and grins at me, "Well damn. And here I was hoping I could have him all for myself."

She smacked my ass and made me jump again and she angled her head over, incling it at them.

"Well go on then," she said, "I'll be waiting right here."

Swallowing hard I shook my head a little, "You're not coming with me? You're not going to show me the ropes or anything?"

"Sink or swim, babe," she replied, "Besides, three's a crowd and if I was over there we might intimidate the poor boy. That or get him thinking that we were going to give both of us to him at once, and that's not a good option either."

Her eyebrow raises, "Unless you're interested in that?"

I shook my head immediately but the truth was I was dismissing that awfully fast. The truth was that if I'd stopped for a moment to think about it then honestly the prospect of having a threesome with Rachel and a random hung jock was probably a fantastic time, though I didn't know if I'd want it for the first time.

I mean it was pretty obvious by now that I was on a collision course to lose my virginity sooner rather than later and I wasn't exactly looking for flowers and romance but there was something to be said for not going too hard too fast. There was something to be said for taking things a little slow.

"Maybe later," I said, wondering if I was making the right choice there, "But I think... I mean that's a lot."

She laughed again and teased me, "Funny thing for you to say. Aren't you the girl who just blew a stranger in an alley before getting finger fucked in a bathroom? Do you really think you can't handle something like a threesome?"

"I mean..." I drew it out, "I think there is a difference."

"And I think you can do anything," she quipped, "I think you have it in you to make magic happen. And I think we could have so much fun together but I'm not going to pressure you if you're not looking for it. Though keep your options open."

"I will," I stammered, blushing even harder at the thought and the way that she was looking at me and wondering how in the world I got so lucky that a girl like Rachel would even entertain being with a girl like me.

It was hard to believe but I was starting to believe it. I mean the fact that I'd been fucked by her in the bathroom was a fact, was reality. And the reality is that I know she was fully ready to do more with me and to lead me down paths and into places that I'd never dreamed possible and I was eager for it.

Oh god I was so eager for it.

And maybe this moment, putting myself out there and taking a chance like this? Well certainly that's a little price to pay.

I flirt with a stranger.

I get to keep her in my life.

And I get to have her keep on making things so exciting for me.

I can do that. Oh yes I can do that. I can be the woman she wants me to be and I can let her make me someone new.

And the rest of it, the friends and the excitement and everything else, that'll follow from there. Because if there is one thing that I am absolutely certain about it is a very simple fact.

Rachel Patrick doesn't celebrate her birthdays alone.

And maybe if I keep her close, I won't have to either.

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