Negotiating the Terms

Kelly looked at these boys, at their bare, muscle-y chests, at the bulges in their pants. Really, she thought, the main question was, did she want to fuck one or both of them? And the answer to that question was certainly yes.

“I might be looking,” she said, as the bartender put two drinks on the bar for her and Jorie. “How about you two tell me a little more about yourselves, and we’ll see where the night takes us.”

She saw Jorie give her a half-smirk out of the corner of her eye, then take a swig of her beer.

The somewhat overconfident blond was Craig, his tall, dark and handsome friend was Jackson. The two guys were seniors at Cassidy College (not the school where Kelly taught, which she had to admit some part of her was relieved by, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why) and they were teammates on the school baseball team. Kelly found herself weirdly disappointed it wasn’t football. Or wrestling. But at least they knew how to round all her bases.

“We don’t get a lot of MILFs in here,” Jackson said, as the four of them casually watched a skinny redheaded girl perform anal reverse cowgirl on a guy in the Bullring. “I’ve been waiting for more people your age to catch on to our whole vibe, you know?

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not a MILF.” Kelly reached out and ran a finger slowly down the center of Jackson’s chest. “I don’t have any kids.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “That’s how I kept my pussy so tight.”

Jorie snorted and almost spit out her beer in unexpected laughter, then started coughing. “Jesus, you almost murdered me with how much of a slut you are,” she managed when she could talk again.

“So, what are we thinking?” Craig asked. “You wanna get a bed?”

Jorie leaned over to whisper in Kelly’s ear. Kelly was suddenly keenly aware of the beautiful girl’s body. and especially her face, so close to hers. “He wants to know if you want to go to one of the beds they have in the back and fuck him, or maybe both of them. I would clarify that first, if it were me.”

“Can you do it?” Kelly whispered back. “You know what to ask.”

Jorie nodded, then turned back to the boys. “Three?” she asked quickly, her tone businesslike.

The two guys looked at each other, then Craig turned back and said, “We were thinking four.”

Jorie raised an eyebrow, and smiled for a second, then nodded. “I’m up for it. All together?”

“Sure.”

The younger woman turned back to Kelly and said, “They want to do a foursome, all of us together. You up for that?”

Kelly looked Jorie up and down. She was, in fact, extremely attractive. It seemed like the members of Gen XXX were 8s or above, so to speak, in much higher numbers than her generation. Maybe they had more incentive to stay in shape, given that they knew they would be showing off their body a lot? She would have to look into that.

“Yeah,” she said. “Full disclosure, I’m bi. Just so you know what you’re getting into.”

“That’s such a coincidence, so am I!” Jorie exclaimed. She turned to the two boys. “What about you guys?”

“Um, well, I uh…” Craig stammered.

Jorie laughed at him. “It’s fine, buddy, nobody’s questioning your dude credentials. I just kind of wondered how likely we’d be to get… a little bit of a show.” She put an elbow on Kelly’s shoulder and batted her eyes a little at them. For her part, Kelly was enjoying watching this girl toy a little with the two boys before finally reeling in the hook, but she didn’t really care whether she got to watch them kiss each other (though, I mean, she was definitely in favor of it) compared to some other things.

She turned her head toward Jorie and said, “I was going to ask you, if we… if you could record it. You know, for research purposes.”

“For research…?” Jackson repeated quizzically, but Jorie waved him off.

“We can talk about it after,” she said, then turned her attention to Kelly. “They actually have an option when you rent the beds to get a digital file of the recording for an extra, like, ten bucks. So my hands can be free for… more interesting things.” She squeezed Kelly’s ass through her skirt to emphasize her point, a smile on her face. She turned back to the two boys. “You got any problem with recording?”

“Definitely not,” Craig said.

Kelly raised a finger “But… please don’t post it anywhere until you get a go ahead from me. Please. It’s… complicated.” She leaned forward. “But you guys can watch it all you want, of course.”

Jackson grinned. “Sure. You sluts got any specials?” Kelly must have had a blank look on her face, so he clarified. “Special requests. For stuff you want to do, or y’know, not do.”

Kelly turned to Jorie, who casually slung an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I personally kind of collect kinks… kind of the same way your generation collected, what, Pokemon cards?” As the younger woman spoke, Kelly noticed her face getting closer and closer to hers. “But… since you haven’t done this before, I’m thinking… maybe try the basics first, before we start upping the ante.” Jorie leaned further in toward her, bringing her mouth maybe two inches from Kelly’s. “Whaddaya say, Prof?” she whispered breathily.

“Sounds good,” Kelly replied, barely aloud. Then their soft lips met, tongues exploring each other. Kelly thought that Jorie tasted like cherries.

As they parted, Jorie turned back to the two boys, who had been watching them raptly, completely ignoring the hardcore sex happening not too far away in the bullring. “So, you guys paying, or what?”

Some gender roles survived from generation to generation, and that included the guys being the ones who paid for the bed rental (with extra video recording add-on). This was closely followed by all four participants digitally signing a liability waiver for the bar on a tablet with their fingers. Not the sexiest prelude to an encounter, Jorie noted, but necessary in case “anything goes wrong.” Kelly asked her if she’d ever seen anything go wrong, and she shrugged and said “Not really, but people are people, you know? It's usually because people think they've agreed on what they want, but they haven't really. That's why I always try to be super clear beforehand.”

Thus concluded probably the most specific and matter-of-fact negotiation of the terms of a sexual encounter that Kelly had ever experienced. Her generation would have been held back by a **** to frankly discuss some of the topics, at best talking around them in euphemisms, though for the life of her she couldn’t remember why. Some might say, she supposed, that such frank discussion removed the romance, the fire from the situation. But there was no romance anyway, it was just a bunch of people who thought each other were hot and decided to fuck. And in a weird way she had found the process sexy on its own terms, almost a sort of verbal foreplay.

She followed Jorie toward the back of the bar, where she found a row of alcoves, almost like the changing booths at the clothing store, but bigger, and in each alcove was a bed. When the boys had put down the rental money, they were given a cheap-looking cloth sheet that looked like it might be designed to be disposable, but otherwise there were no sheets or pillows.

Most of the alcoves were in use. A few had privacy curtains drawn, but several had been left open for public viewing. Inside, she could now see naked bodies of every description, sucking and fucking each other. One girl rode her male partner like she was performing a lap dance, but with his cock in her. On another bed, two women kissed passionately, one on a man’s cock while the other sat on his face. On a third, a girl was fucking her male partner from behind with a strap-on, while yelling at him to take it like the little bitch he was. Orgasmic screaming could be heard even over the blasting music, and the scent of pure sex hung heavy in the air.

The two guys went to one of the empty alcoves and quickly pulled the sheet over the bed. As they did so, Jorie turned to Kelly and, before the older woman could really process what was happening, kissed her, hard. She felt the girls hands reaching up underneath her top, fingers running over her breasts.

Then Jorie pulled back, just a millimeter, and breathily asked, “You ready, Prof?”