The proposition.

Achievements postponed

John and Cynthia walked out into the hallway after waiting for a few minutes. When they stepped into the hallway, a few people were milling about, some having a drink away from the big crowd, others casually talking. John was looking for one person though, and eventually, he locked eyes with a dark blue haired woman, she looked a tad goth, that was smiling at them ever since they left the bathroom. She was casually wiping off a dark purple lipstick from her mouth as she winked at John.

“Found her,” he whispered to Cynthia as he nudged in the woman’s direction. He cast a quick Observe on her as he took in her looks.

The woman, that apparently was named Valerie, was dressed a bit on the alternative side. She wore a studded choker around her neck, a small vial dangling from a necklace below it at the top of her breasts. Further down there was a stylish black jacket, that revealed her greenish blue dress with a white spider web pattern starting from her right hip. Two bracelets with the same kind of studs as her choker slid about her wrists with each movement of her hands. Her legs were covered in black ripped stockings that went all the way down to her feet which were stuck in two semi high heeled boots. The stockings really showed off how pale her skin was. Almost as white as cream.

As they approached her, she waved at them to follow her to a booth. Which they did. Valerie sat down across from them as the duo shuffled into the seat. “Hi there. I’m glad you two didn’t just make a run for it,” Valerie spoke in that same, seductive tone as she gave them both an appraising look. “It’s not every day that I find a sweet couple that is willing to experiment.”

Cynthia smiled at her as she snuggled into John’s chest, the geek wrapping an arm around her as he nodded. “We are, how shall I say it, a bit unconventional in our lovelife,” he admitted. Then, with a cheeky grin, he added, “Not that I heard you complain. You are very skilled. One of the best I ever had,” Cynthia poked his side as Valerie’s grin widened.

“Oh, thank you for the compliment. I had a lot of practice,” she shot back which caused John to blush. Cynthia kissed his cheek as she got to the point, interrupting the light hearted flirting that John and Valerie were doing.

“Not to interfere in this, but you said you had a proposition for us? I’m all ears.” Cynthia looked with great anticipation at the goth lady who looked from John to Cyn and back.

“Well, before I propose that, I have a question I need answered, or two actually. First question. You two are together, right?”

Cynthia responded to that by kissing John deeply. Then John nodded. “She’s my girlfriend, yeah. Which means I’m her boyfriend.”

Valerie nodded as she licked her lips openly. “And then, question two. How open to experimentation are you? I know that watching your boyfriend get an anonymous blowjob, or getting blown by someone not your girlfriend for that matter, can be something different than things like, let’s say a threesome.”

Cynthia looked at John, John looked back, she nodded at him. John then looked across the table, while holding Cynthia’s hand. “We are quite open. We are willing to try a few things. As for a threesome, yeah that is definitely alright. I’m open to quite a lot of things, and Cynthia here. Oh right, I forgot we hadn’t introduced ourselves. I’m John, this is Cynthia. And well, Cynthia is very kinky, don’t let her fluffy side fool you.”

Cynthia slapped his arm as she mumbled, “You jerk! You don’t have to be so open about it!” She gave a small pout which John managed to kiss away seconds later under the amused laughter from Valerie.

“Pleasure to meet you two, John, Cynthia. I’m Valerie. And it’s really refreshing to hear that. I’m amazed at how easy going you two are in relation to sex, not many people your age would be so open minded. Well, your relationship seems to be quite good too. Alright, the proposal. I was wondering if you two might want to join me, at my place for some experimentation. Just spend a night, try out some new things, have a bit of fun. And if any of us feel the need to stop, we say so, and the night ends then and there. No strings attached if you don’t want to. Just exploring, having fun, and hopefully, you will let me borrow your boyfriend at least once more, Cynthia.”

Cynthia and John once again looked at each other. They whispered among themselves for a few minutes. Both of them were actually okay with this: John found Valerie to be nice, not pushy at all, and to be frank, he had a thing for goths, while Cynthia loved the fact that she first asked how far they were willing to go before even proposing the idea. When they reached their conclusion, John asked her, “So, if we say no, it’s no, and if we want to stop, we stop?”

Valerie’s eyes shone as she nodded. “Good question. Yes, you have my word. If any of us are uncomfortable, we say so, and we stop, or move on to something else if we still want to continue. It’s all about respecting each other and each other’s boundaries.”

“Then we happily accept,” John said with a decisive nod.

“I am happy to hear that, so… Back to my place then? I’ll pay for the cab, you two can pay me back in another way,” she teased them as she got up from her seat. John and Cynthia got up from theirs as well, joining the goth beauty in her walk to the exit. Cynthia waved at Brun as they passed her, then they were outside.

The sky had darkened considerably while they were inside. The clock showed it was getting near to 8 o’clock. As Valerie hailed a cab, Cynthia whispered into John’s ear. “In Artemis’ name… I wanna taste her so bad. Goth’s are too hot, it should be illegal.” John chuckled as he groped Cynthia’s ass.

“That makes two of us. I look forward to returning the favor to her. Because goddess was that a good blowjob.” As the two were teasing each other a taxi stopped in front of them. Valerie told the driver where to go before she gestured for Cyn to get in. Then she herself sat down in the middle seat, leaving John to it on her other side. The cab driver gave a look at them in the mirror, then set off.

As the cab merged into traffic, Valerie leaned her head on John’s shoulder, kissing his cheek as she whispered. “You have quite the beauty there, John, almost makes a girl envious. Almost.” Valerie’s hands placed themselves deftly on John’s inner thigh, inches from his crotch while her other hand got placed just a bit higher on Cynthia’s leg. Her thumbs stroked teasingly close to both of the couple’s nether regions. After giving John another peck to the cheek, Val leaned the other way. “Eyes on the road, buddy,” she teasingly commanded the cabby that was obviously taking a few peeks through the rearview mirror.

Valerie then laid down her head on Cynthia’s shoulder, her hand on her leg moving just that little bit closer to allow her to caress her pussy through her jeans. “I already got a taste of your boyfriend,” she whispered breathily, almost as if she was holding back a moan. “Now, I wonder what you. Taste. Like.” With every emphasised word, her thumb caressed Cynthia’s groin, feeling the heat radiating through her pants, which caused Valerie to double down on her efforts. “Come, Cynthia. Let me get a taste…” she suggestively ran her tongue over her lips before leaning in further, pressing her lips to Cynthia’s as her hands never slowed down.

John was looking in awe at Valerie go at it. Feeling his pants shrink a few sizes as her touch, coupled with the beautiful view of his girlfriend french kissing the gorgeous goth woman made him swell right up again, his cock straining in his pants to break free.
Cynthia smelled the fresh, floral scent coming from Valerie’s breath while she leaned in close. She said a small prayer to Artemis as she got goosebumps from the dexterous touch to her crotch, even if it was still covered by her pants and panties. She had trouble to keep herself from letting out a small moan when Valerie pressed her lips to hers. She could smell John’s cum on her breath briefly, before their lips met, and it turned her on even more. Cynthia held on to Valerie’s face, gently placing her hand on her cheek as she, without even thinking about it, slid her tongue into her mouth. She wrestled with Valerie’s tongue for a while, tasting her sweet saliva, moaning softly into her mouth and feeling a gasp escape Valerie’s mouth when she placed her other hand on Valerie’s ample bosom, kneading it softly through her shirt.

Valerie eventually pulled back, strands of saliva connecting their lips as they both took a deep breath. “Hmmm, you definitely pass the taste test, Cynthia… Both of you are very lucky indeed,“ she purred. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her breath, drawing quite the bit of attention from John while Cynthia stared into her eyes with a shy smile.

“Thank you,” the huntress whispered.

“My pleasure…” Valerie whispered back as she slowly moved the hand cupping Cynthia’s mound up, laying her fingers flat against her toned stomach and then sliding them down, underneath the hem of her pants, ever so slowly diving further towards Cynthia’s hidden prize.

Just as her fingers were about to dip inside her panties, a hoarse voice, that got smoother when the man cleared his throat, sounded from the front of the cab, “Ma’am, we are here. Sorry to interrupt.” And just like that, the spell was broken.

The cab was parked in front of a stand alone house in a suburban neighborhood.

Valerie pulled her hand out of Cynthia’s jeans and sniffed her fingers with a small wink, smooching her lips at Cynthia before she finally turned to the driver. “Ah, thank you. We shall get out here.” She gave the man a few bills and after saying the well known phrase “Keep the change.” directed Cynthia and John out of the cab. Valerie waved at the cabdriver as he drove off. “We definitely made his evening, don’t you two agree?”

Cynthia giggled and nodded as John was just smirking. “I would say so, but then again, you two looked so hot when you were kissing, it was hard not to look, I bet.”

“You say the nicest things, John. I wonder if your lips can do something else too,” she gave him a suggestive wink before she turned to her house, directing their attention at it. The house was built in a European style, made out of rust colored bricks. It looked to be well kept, a few rose bushes planted in front of the lower windows. It fit in well with the surroundings yet managed to stand out in its own way.

“Working as a shrink helps when you want a nice place to call your own,” she pridefully spoke before hooking her arms around both of their waists.