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We spent a few days talking things over. Most of it was talking about what exactly we wanted from this, setting clear boundaries of where our limits were. I told him about my conversation with Evelyn, but eventually he nixed the idea.

"I get what she's saying," he said, voice soft as I snuggled against him. "But I'm not really comfortable with you and people we know."

"Afraid I'll have feelings for them?"

"Nah. More like I don't want to mix our sex life and friendships together. I like our friends and think they are great people, but I don't want to risk damaging or losing them because they don't agree with the lifestyle we are trying out."

I thought it over for a moment. I didn't think we would lose that many, but I could see his concern. "That sounds reasonable." I looked up at him. "So you'd be much more comfortable with random guys railing me."

He scrunched his nose. "I prefer 'vigorously pleasuring' you."

With a snort and roll of my eyes, I pressed myself in closer. His arm tightened around my body as I let my head rest on his shoulder. It was good to hear that. Good to talk about it. There were no major decisions yet made. Just discussing the possibilities before us, even though I felt things would become reality soon enough.

More days passed as they always did. Classes, homework, projects, Colin and me time, it was wonderful as always. Yet things were changing. Colin showed me the profile he'd set up. That was one of the agreements we'd made. He was the sole point of contact. A part of me was somewhat concerned that I would have little to no say in who I slept with, but the farther we traveled down this path, the more excited I got. There was something sexually thrilling about the idea of my lovely Colin picking men for me to sleep with. A deviancy I didn't know I'd held.

Things progressed slowly, and I was perfectly okay with that. Both of us were taking this seriously, making sure to share what we thought every single step of the way. Eventually though, action needed to follow talk. It was Friday night and we were relaxing on the couch watching TV when Colin finally pulled the trigger.

"I think I found a guy." I turned my head to look at him. "Seems your type."

I frowned. "My type, eh?" My eyes lingered on him.

"Good looking, athletic..." I stared at him in silence, waiting for him to continue. He didn't. Wow. Such a deep and introspective analysis of 'my type' of guy. Handsome and works out.

"Glad you think I'm so shallow."

"In the context of this? Absolutely. You aren't meeting him for his personality and intellectual conversation. You're meeting him so he can fuck your brains out."

"So romantic." My voice was calm, but my heart was anything but. After all this time talking about it, we were finally actually going to go through with it. Any doubts I had were set to rest over many long conversations with Colin. This was just the first-time jitters—so I hoped.

His hand ran through my hair. "You're nervous."

"And you aren't?"

"A bit. It is exciting though."

A few seconds passed before I looked away. "Yeah."

He picked up his phone and started typing away. We didn't say anything more, watching the movie. At the end, he glanced at his phone. "It's done."

I kissed him and he pulled me closer.

"I love you," I whispered, pressing my forehead against his.

"Always and forever," he agreed.