Happy Holidays, Lexeconomists!

Should Shelly and I try out for the Dallas Cowboys?

Hey everybody!

Hubby and I are off to Texas tomorrow!  We're going to spend the holidays with my parents and brother and sister-in-law and little tiny humans I refer to as my nieces and nephew!  LOL

Heh.  Hubby and I spoil our nieces and nephews whenever we can and shipped out a lot of toys for them to open on Christmas morning.  LOL  Brother and sis-in-law are gonna have a fit.

Too fucking bad!  We're the aunt and uncle!  That's our JOB!  We get to spoil them!  Ha!  Besides, whatever we do is gonna be topped by my parents, anyway!

There should be a little downtime over the weekend, and if I can get on Twitter or finish up any of my in-progress posts, I'll do just that.

So be good, be safe, and be happy!

Two Philadelphia Stories

This is a sample of what Lori sends me on a regular basis.  And to think that I was so excited when my hubby met this maniac.

I actually cybered last week.  Which is normally no big deal.  Lots of people cyber.

But I haven't done that in forever!  Met a nice guy in a chat room.  He went to my blog and got hard.  He told me about getting hard.  Then I got, well, really horny.

I opened my robe, pulled down my panties, spread my legs, and soon was getting off with this nice fellow.  I didn't tell him, but I had a little plastic friend helping me along as well.

I came twice.  Pretty cool.  I love being a horndog!

We signed off and then I woke hubby up.  You know, the good way (his dick in my mouth).  I was worked up and wanted to make him earn his keep!  LOL

Check this out.....totally have an assignment.  No, not work--sex!

I've been seeing a lot commercials for that show, "Damages", that stars Glenn Close.  I always liked her.  Kind of a mixture of classic Hollywood and unique looks that has always made her stand out.  So I Googled her.  She's 63 and still gorgeous!  What a woman.

So then I got to thinking.....has hubby ever banged a sixty-year old (or older) woman?  I was pretty sure he hadn't.  I mean, he's fucked some women in their fifties, but none in their sixties.  Being the concerned wife that I am, I decided to ask.

He hadn't.  So now I'm on a mission.  I want to find a hot woman, 60 or older, to make this happen!   And I'm gonna watch!  Hey, he's 47, so it's not like it's a big age difference!

Still doing the Christmas shopping!  Most of it's done, luckily.  The crowds here in the Atlanta metro area are heavy to say the least.  Then again, I suppose it's crowded just about everywhere this time of year!

I guess I should explain this picture.  It's really such a cute story.

One one of my last trips for Acme was to Philadelphia in August, 2007.  On a Thursday night, I ran out  to grab some dinner.  It was around 8 and wasn't too crowded.

So I'm eating my salad and notice this cute couple looking at me, but trying to keep me from noticing.  Finally, I smiled and nodded a hello to them.  A few minutes later, this cute girl comes up to the table and introduces herself as Susan.

After so many years of doing the mating dance, so to speak, it really felt like they were going to invite me back home.  And while they were adorable, I wasn't really interested.  I was in the midst of putting out a bit of fire with one of Acme's big-time clients.  I was stressed and just not in the mood for a night of threesome fun.

Yeah, I know, I know.  What a shock!

So she starts talking and says that what she's about to ask will sound weird.

Yup, I was gonna get hit on!

WRONG!  LOL

About seven years earlier, Susan and her husband, Mark, had just gotten married.  They were out celebrating his birthday and joking around.  So Mark was teasing Susan, busting her chops and all, like married couples do.  Then he was laughing, said he wanted to make up (not that they were really fighting) and said she should give him a kiss for his birthday.

She laughed and said no way.  That he had been so horrible and all!

The waitress thought the whole thing was great and that they were really cracking her up.  Then she teased Susan, saying that her hubby was nice and deserved a birthday kiss.  Susan laughed and said if she thought that, she should give him a kiss.  So the waitress leaned down and gave Mark a kiss on the cheek.  Susan thought that was great.  Then she asked her to do it again and took a pic.  From there, it evolved into a yearly deal.  On his birthday, Susan would find a pretty girl and tell the story and it always worked.

That was fucking terrific!  That was fucking awesome!  She even showed me the previous six pics!  So great. Some very cute girls were pictured giving him kisses on the cheek and a couple of girls gave him a light kiss on the lips--no French kissing or anything.

"So you want me?" I asked.
"If you wouldn't mind?"

I totally wanted in on this.  I loved this.  I love great stories and this was a chance to be a part of one.  But I needed my picture to stand out.  Call it ego.

I went over and I introduced myself.  He started to get up and I told him to stay seated.  I smiled at Susan and said, "I'm gonna add a little more fun to this," and unhooked the top buttons of my dress.  Then I hopped onto his lap and planted a kiss on her hubby.

I got up, buttoned up my dress a bit and asked Susan, "How was that?"  She just laughed and gave me a thumbs-up.  "Unbuttoning your shirt was a nice touch!"

I gave her my email addy so she could send me the pic.  I didn't keep in touch with them, though. That wasn't what that was all about.  They're birthday tradition was to find a strange girl to kiss him and that was that.

Pretty cool to be a part of such a cute tradition!

Like I said before, crazy shit happens on the road!  LOL  But that was one of my favorite stories.

I'm still working on two entries.  Both will be pretty surprising,considering how much I've played up mi bisexual side to this date.  But before I met Jilly, I was quite the boy crazy girl.

One is how I lost my virginity.  The other is about a guy that I was seeing on the side when I was with Jilly (by the way, she has no idea this blog exists).  I'm pretty sure the pics in that entry will be enjoyed by my male visitors.  LOL  And don't worry--all of them were taken when I was 18.  I will never show any nudes or any other type of inappropriate images of myself under the age of 18.

Since we were talking about Philly.....

About eight years ago, I was in Philadelphia.  I was supervising a training class with the office trainer, Angela.  Anyway, these two kids, guys in their very early twenties, were in the class.

Before the class started, I was coming out of the ladies room when around the corner, I could hear two guys talking.  They weren't talking loudly, but I could hear them.

"You see the blonde chick?"
"She's from Cleveland or something.  Some kind of regional trainer or something."
"I'd do her."
"In a minute."
"Love her ass."
"Fucking hot, brother."

Honestly, I kind of laughed.  Guy talk, right?  Big whoop.  Girls do the same thing, only they use different words.  But.....I had to teach these two a lesson.  I rounded the corner and their faces went white.

"The three of us are gonna have a chat at the break."

They were in shock, but managed to get out an "okay."

So they had to sweat it out for two hours.  Finally, Angela sent the class out on break.  When she went out, I sat down in front of them.  "Okay, I need a cigarette, so we're gonna make this fast."

I took a breath.  "Okay, you two.  I've been with this company since I was seventeen (internships, summer employment, etc....).  I've been around.  So you two are going to listen and listen good, got it?"

They both nodded.

"Okay, do you understand what sexual harassment is?"  They nodded.

"Well, your behavior this morning could be construed as that.  In fact, that's just what it was.  Listen, I'm not stupid.  I know guys like girls.  I know guys like to look at girls.  I know guys like to talk about what they'd like to do with girls.  But you're earning 10 dollars an hour.  That's not bad at your age.  Don't act like you're in high school.  You could lose your jobs.  There aren't a lot of companies that will train you from scratch and pay you what we're paying you, okay?  You can't act like that.  I'm not mad.  If you find a girl pretty, then you find her pretty.  Don't yap about it.  Be discreet."

They just nodded.

"Now, I'm the only one who heard all this, okay?  So behave."

They apologized again and I accepted it.  Honestly, I wasn't offended.  But had they done that to Angela, uh,....

cheastnuts roasting on an open fireeeeeeee....................

If you get my drift.

Anyway, I kept track of these two over the following years.  They really did have potential.  Both were working full-time and attending college at night.  And they behaved and became model employees.  High production, low absentee rates, all that.  And never did they have a complaint about how they behaved.  Every time I was in that office, they'd just nod and smile when they saw me.

Anyway, several years later I was in Philly again.  Angie was long gone, having been replaced with another trainer.  I was in a meeting with the new trainer, Jack (what a jerkoff), and the general manager of that field office, Samantha.  Sam asked me to stay and give her some feedback on some new potential supervisors.  They had pretty much decided on who would be getting promoted.

At that time, that office was getting slammed with work and was expanding.  And when you expand, you need new employees.  Lots of them.  And when you hire a lot of new employees, you need extra supervisors.

Honestly, the only reason I was in that meeting was because Samantha and I were buddies.  Well, that and I'd be helping Jack train some of the new supervisors.  So she's bouncing names for new supervisors and guess which two guys had applied to become supervisors?  And guess who were going to be promoted?

Vic and Bill.

I grabbed their two apps and said, "I'll talk to these two."  I couldn't resist.  I wanted to have some fun.  Of course, these two weren't the frat boys they were back when they started.  I knew that.  But they didn't know that I knew that.

Snicker.

So Sam shot those two an email, telling them to report to one of the conference rooms in ten minutes.  I went and sat down and waited.  She and Jack went to talk to the others.

The expressions on their faces when they walked in the door......just priceless.

"Sit down guys."

Good grief.  These two now-husbands and fathers were still nervous around me!

"I believe we made a deal a few years ago, didn't we?"

They both nodded.

"And did you two behave?  Did you hold up your end?"

They nodded again.

"And you two still scared of me after all this time?"

Shrugs, sheepish smiles.

"Well, better get over it.  I'll be training you for the next couple of  days.  Congratulations.  You made me proud."

Bill said, "We got it?  Both of us?"
"Both of you.  You know it," I said.

After their joyful shock (for lack of a better phrase) subsided, Vic said, "Can we ask you something?  We've always wondered about something?"

"Sure, what?"

"Why didn't you fire us that day?  We deserved it."  Bill asked.

I just smiled and said, "Because you were young.  You weren't trying to be offensive.  And you were sorry.  And I knew you were sincere.  If you had laughed it off, I might have.  But I couldn't fire you just because you said something dumb at the wrong time.  You seemed like good kids.  Just being boys....I just had to make sure you didn't do it again.  Like I said, I wasn't mad.  But you just can't say stuff like that.  Well, at least where anybody could hear it."

They both laughed at that last comment.

"Oh," I continued, "I've kept my eye on you two since that day.  My instincts were right.  You both turned into great CSRs (customer service reps).

It felt good that they got their promotions.  They definitely deserved them.  And they left and called their wives with the great news.

When I left Acme, I emailed these two reformed frat boys and told them that if they ever needed a reference, I'd slap them if they didn't list me.

And last week, both emailed me.  The merger has claimed two more victims.  My frat boys (they weren't really frat boys, that was just my nickname for them) are now looking for jobs.  I called both of them and told them of course.  And I wrote a couple of letters of reference on top of that and snail mailed them out to them.

Gah.  This sucks.  I mean, both of their wives have good jobs, but still.  These two didn't have a big severance package like I did.  And there's no consulting firm to hire them like there was with me.

But no doubt they'll land on their feet.  But I'll fuss until they do.

After all, they are my frat boys.

Just Some Ramblings.....

Me and my daddy at my parents' 30th wedding anniversary in 1996.
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Two in a week?  WTF?

Well, I told you that I was going to post more and not talk about it.  Nike inspired me.  I'm just doing it!  And this is my 12th entry for 2010.

Wow.  This is NOT good.  Not good at all.

So how's work going?  I know that's the aspect of my life that you're the most interested in, right?

Been over a year now.  A year since the umbilical cord between Acme and your girl was severed by a knife disguised as a buyout (hey, I'm a 'ho with a metopho'!).  And that means I've been consulting and freelancing for a year.

Honestly, it was kind of a struggle in the beginning.  Working for Brenda is contract/freelance, but she does provide benefits and it does have the feel of regular work.

It took awhile to get used to prioritizing my projects and just getting used to working at home.  I have to admit that I love it.  It's kinda cool calling myself a "consultant".

For shizzle my drizzle.

That job I mentioned in my last entry?  I didn't pursue it.  VERY tempting.  But if I'm happy doing what I'm doing, why change it?

Besides, I'd have to drive down to NYC from Boston to see Jerry!  Much easier when you're both staying at the same hotel!

Of course, then you have to decide which room.  I like fucking in one room and then going to another.  Jerry thinks that's weird.  I think it's weird that he HAS to place his watch on top of his wallet on the nightstand.

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Gratuitous sex pic! 

Satisfying on oral fixation with Jerry.


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It's kind of funny.  I mean, I straight up haven't told you everything about me in college (or before college, for that matter) and some of what I haven't mentioned yet will surprise you, even those that have visited my blog consistently or who know me on Yahoo!  But it's nice to be liked.  And I won't have any problems talking about that stuff.

Then again, a lot of the stuff I've already talked about has been pretty, uh, "out there", so I'm thinking nothing will surprise you at this point.  At least, I hope not! ;)

No sex blow-outs lately.  I mean, yeah, the usual suspects are still around:  Lori, Shelly, the Avengers, J-Press, A-Bomb, and Dutch Treat.  But it's been rare that everyone's here at the same time.  I'm not complaining, but it'd be really nice to get everybody together at once and blow the roof off this house.

Hubby says we have to wait until his crate of Cialis gets delivered.  He's such a downer!

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One Lexeconomist asked, "Is there any day or days that is off-limits for you and hubby to play around?"  I assume he meant with other people.  And yes, there are four.  Our birthdays, our wedding anniversary, and the anniversary of the day we met are for us to spend with only each other.

We spend by those days egging our neighbors' houses and defacing historical structures.  It's quite fun.

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I'm working on my entry on my pre-Jilly sex life.  It's gonna be fun to read, I hope.  I hope you're not squeamish about reading how a thirteen year-old girl got a case of the hornies.   

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Jilly called again yesterday.  It's official.  She's driving me crazy.  Again, that is.

My first love was in a moral conundrum.  She's been married for years to a gah-reat guy.  He knew she was bisexual when they met.  And he even told her if she needed to find another woman to meet once in a while to satisfy those desires, to do it--just do it discreetly.

Of course, Jilly said no.  That wasn't what a relationship is about, blah, blah.  I had heard that same line myself.  

Anyway, last week, she was on a site devoted to bisexual married women.  And she met this woman that she "really clicked with."

For the record, Jilly really doesn't know about my and hubby's lifestyle.  She knows that I sleep with women on occasion (insert snicker here), but that's about it.  Trust me, it's for the best.  This girl doesn't even look at porno.  

So she's talking about this really pretty woman and how she's stirring up old feelings and all.  And how she wants to meet her (both live in Virginia, near D.C.).  But it would be wrong.....

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  

Her hubby says it's alright.  This nice woman wants to meet.  Jilly's bi-side is driving her nuts.  Yet, it's wrong.

This was what life was like with her sometimes.  Seriously.  I loved her to no end.  I adored her.  But she would do this with many situations.  I mean, every decisions was, well this, but that.....

Finally, I said, "Jilly, just do it.  Your husband's cool with it.  Her husband's cool with it.  Rent a room, and  do it."

"Okay.  I'll think about it."

I am absolutely convinced that if we had stayed together, I would've strangled her at some point.  

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So does my family know about my lifestyle?  No.

My brother knows that I'm bisexual.  We're very close and he knew Jilly and I were a couple.  He doesn't know how promiscuous I've been over the years.  And I'm pretty sure that's the last thing he'd want to know!  Having said that, had he remained single, he would've chased women like....well.....my husband!

Lemme put it this way:  when he was in high school, he had a lot of girlfriends.  And I heard his fucking mattress squeaking more than any sister should!

My sister-in-law doesn't know about my bisexuality, and neither does anybody else in the rest of my extended family (aside from my aunt Angie and uncle Jack, whom I lived with while in college).

So.......

Mmmmm....this guy was so hot!  Totally was into him!  

Just kidding!  Me and my brother back in 1990.

.....have you all given up on me?  LOL

Seems like on a bit of a treadmill.  I ignore the blog, come back, make an entry, and promise to be more diligent in the future.  Then I disappear again.

And I could do that again.  But money talks and bullshit walks, right?  So I'm not saying shit about making new entries.  I'll have to actually do them.

So for now, hey, at least this is an entry.  Sure, it's started out as an entry that talks about how there haven't been many entries, but it's still an entry.  And there's still time to put something of substance here!

Yay for the entry!

Ahem.

Last month, Jilly called up just to chat.  After hubby made the "I'm not fucking home," gesture at me, he went into his office.  Jilly loves him and likes to talk to him.  He likes her, but DOESN'T like talking to her.  She drives him nuts.

Anyway, she was all dorked up about a party she and her husband had gone to the previous night.  Apparently a girl was flirting with him.  And if that wasn't bad enough, he--HORRORS--seemed to enjoy it!

Sheesh.  Jilly has a gazillion great qualities.  And being a human being, she has a lot of not-so-great qualities.  And sometimes she can be a bit...er....."possessive".  Trust me, I know this first hand.

But one of her great qualities is that she never flies off the handle.  And she knows when she's being a bit too jealous.  So she didn't even talk to her hubby about it.  He didn't do anything wrong.  She vented to me and was over it.

Speaking of Jilly, I never gave you the whole story on her.  As in, uh, I kinda-sorta cheated on her a few times.  My write-up on her was over-the-top sappy, but I really did love her.  And one of my not-so-great qualities back then was not being faithful.  I "only" cheated with guys.  So I was able to rationalize that since I hadn't slept with other girls, what was the harm?

I am what I am.  I've never grasped the connection between fidelity and commitment.  I think that's a "me" thing.  Actually, I'm sure that's a Lexie-thing.

Anyway, when we were about six months into our relationship, I asked her if she'd be open to a threesome with a guy.  She looked at me like I had asked her if we could go out and shoot children and stomp on puppies.

Fidelity, thy name is Jilly.

Anyway, she never found out.  And I really learned something about myself when I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about my fun on the side.  I'm going to change my write-up on her to reflect and make it more accurate about all of this.

Something else I've kinda not been too forward about is my pre-Jilly sex life.  Yeah, I had one.  I made some boys happy.  Hey, a few entries ago, I said there's still some stuff I hadn't told you that would surprise you.  LOL

Jobs.....I get job offerssssssssssssssssssss..............

Which is weird, considering the current economic climate.

Actually, "offers" is not really the right word.  "Inquiries" is.  Get calls from recruiters seeing if I'm available for such and such a job.  I don't really get so far as to actual companies, but some of the jobs were located in different areas.  Philly, NYC (I'd love it, but hubby would tell me to find a good divorce lawyer!), Raleigh, Miami, and home near Los Angeles.

I don't pursue any of those.  I LOVE (well, my ego does) being asked, though.

There IS one that's really intriguing.  It didn't come from a recruiter, though.  A former colleague called last week and  was pimping a job at his company.  There'd be some travel (not much more than I'm doing now).

It's basically a training coordinator position.  I'd, well, coordinate all of the training programs for field offices in the eastern region.  Each office has its own trainer and these trainers would report to me.  I'd be required to fly into each office every two weeks or so.  Some program design would be done in conjunction with the field trainers.

What makes this really tempting is that no move would be required.  I'd work out of my home office and hit the regional headquarters (Boston) two to three times a month.

It would also bring in more money.

Anyhoo, he told to take a week or so to mull it over.  There's no rush (the person who currently holds the job is retiring, but told the company to take its time, within reason of course).

Doubt I'll take it, though.  Yeah, it's tempting.  But it's also tempting to continue to work on different project for Brenda and taking in freelance work on the side.  I've really grown to like the flexibility my current situation affords me.

So...what else......what else.......

Miss Bev is still coming around.  Man!  This summer was GREAT!  Her kids were visiting their grandparents down in Valdosta again and she'd make it over two to three times a week.  We adore this woman.  LOL  Threesomes and more threesomes!

Now the kiddies are back and to complicate matters a bit more, she just got promoted to assistant manager (she works at a convenience store).  More money and she totally deserves it.  But it also will require more hours (she was working 25 to 30 a week).  It's good for her and her family.  The money will definitely come in handy.  So her visits have dwindled down to once every two weeks or so.

Hubby and I are just grateful for the time we do get with her.

Nick's doing well.  We've been able to get together for some bumping and grinding lately.  And I've also been getting together with Jerry when in the Big Apple.  It's nice having a husband, two boyfriends, and countless girlfriends!  Promiscuity rocks!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......speaking of girlfriends.............

Got me a new one!

The beginning of August, I was on-line when I ran into Steve an old, uh, "friend"..  He lives in Seattle and we had a one-time thing several years ago.  After our fun, he met a girl and got married.  End of sex fun, beginning of platonic fun.  We've kept in touch over the past several years.

Steve is--and always has been--a genuine class act.  He's in his fifties and is a real gentleman.  And I have to add that his oral skills are a-mayyyyy-zing.

So I ran into him and we were chatting.  He asked whereabouts Alpharetta was and then asked "Are you near Norcross?"  I said, yeah, it was pretty close. 

He mentioned that an ex-girlfriend of his lived there and that he was still in touch with her.  Then he mentioned that she had told him that she was interesting in being with another woman.  She's married, and her husband was cool with her exploring this.. 

Yeah boyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Then he sent me her pic.  Oh yeah.  I was interested.  So I sent him an updated pic and he said he'd email it her and give her my addy.  We chatted for a bit and then he headed off to bed (hopefully to give his wife some action). 

She emailed me the next day and I emailed back.  She was very interested.  Finally, we started chatting on IM and really hit if off.  She was 29, married, and didn't have any kids.

We chatted for about an hour when I finally told her that she needed to know something about me (gee, ya think?).  So I sent her a link to my blog and told her to look it over.  I told her that it was pretty wild and all that.  I knew I was taking a chance in scaring her off, but better now than later.

I didn't  hear from her for about fifteen minutes.  I figured, hey, oh well.  But she finally IM'd back and said, "Wow.  I gotta go through your blog some more, but it's pretty cool.  I don't have the guts to do all that you and hubby do, but it sounds like fun.  Steve told me that you were pretty, uh, you know, experienced."

That was certainly an understatement.

I have to admit, I was relieved.  She headed off to bed and we chatted some more the next day.  Over the next week or so, we chatted about everything.  She had a ton of questions and I was happy to answer them.  She was apprehensive about taking that next step, and I didn't want to pressure her.  We also chatted on the phone several times. We agreed to meet for lunch the following day.

We met at the Northpointe Mall for some S'Barro's.  I arrived early and was actually somewhat anxious.  I really wanted this woman.  She was pretty and really sweet.  Finally, I heard "Alex?"  I stood  up and we hugged and walked over to S'Barro's.

It went great.  We talked about quite a few things and I stressed that I wouldn't push her for an answer.  And i told her that even if she didn't want to go through with it, I'd like to just be friends. 

You just can't push somebody.  If you do, you might get them into bed, but they won't be as comfortable as they could be and everyone enjoys themselves less.  I didn't want to fuck her and have her regret it.  Been there, done that.  Definitely not a good thing.

That night she called and we talked and she wanted to go through with it.  Sherrill came over around noon, which made for a pretty funny scene.  Janine had come over to see hubby, so Sherrill came in and I introduced her to hubby and Janine.  Then I took Sherrill to one room and hubby took Janine into another.

LOL It's like, "Have fun, honey!"  "You too, sweetie!"

Hey, we dig sex.  We dig sex a lot!

Anyway, a couple of hours later, I had converted a bi-curious woman into a bisexual woman.  What can I say?  I'm good.  I'm really good!  Oh man, I gotta tell you though:  for a first-timer, she was terrific.

This could really get more involved as well.  Sherrill's hubby is a real cutie.  And Sherrill might be interested in seeing about a swap.  Hubby's hot for Sherrill and I'm hot for Sherrill's hubby.....and Sherrill likes my hubby.....maybe her hubby would like me.

We'll see.  I'm not going to push it.  I didn't rush things with Bev, and I'm not going to rush things with Sherrill.  We've seen each other several times since then and she's become more and more comfortable every time we've met.  It's important that we establish a firm base for our relationship before we open things up to the men.

But Sherrill baby?  I wanna suck your man's cock!  I wanna watch my hubby fuck you!  LOL

Yeah, I'm bad.

Happy Birthday, Pete!

Paul & Brian & Karen

Karen was just what the doctor ordered.

So who's Karen? And Paul and Brian, for that matter?

Well, these are the major players in my first one-night stand. From the time I broke up with Jilly until I met my husband, I was extremely promiscuous. Actually, I was promiscous before Jilly and remain so to this day. I know that you already knew that, but there's a lot of stuff I haven't gone into yet (like my pre-Jilly adventures). Yeah, I've made mention of a few things, but not all. And I'm sure a few things will surprise you.



All in good time. :)


Anyway, that first one-night stand really started my post-jilly sexual "career", for lack of a better word.

A couple of weekends after Jilly moved away in August,1989, I was really down. And I just wanted to be with a girl. That or just get fucking drunk. And my aunt and uncle probably weren't going to tolerate me pounding down beers in my room all night.

I wasn't ready for a guy at that time. I was 18 and had been with Jilly for a year and a half. I really wanted to stay as close to my comfort zone as I could. I wanted to be comforted and held and loved, even if it was only for one night. It wasn't so much about the sex as it was about being close to someone.

So I grabbed my fake ID (how ironic it was that Jilly had it gotten for me while we were together) and told my aunt and uncle that I was spending the night over at Wendy's (a straight, platonic friend) and headed down to Robbie's, a local gay bar.

Wendy was a great friend. And I knew I could count on her for a ride home if I was too drunk to drive.

As it was, I wouldn't need her. Or a cab.

So I got to Robbie's and after the bouncer gave me a bit of a "I know that you're not really 21, but fuck it, go on in" look, I went in and grabbed a stool.

I sat down and started nursing a Bud Light. I was a total lightweight with alcohol. I just didn't/couldn't drink that much. If I had too much too fast, I would be calling Ralph on the porcelain phone. The only thing I could really hit hard was wine coolers. Those I could get a little drunk on. Er, a lot drunk.

But wine coolers just weren't the right things to drink in the mood I was in. A wine cooler is a laid-back, relaxing social drink. No, when you're sad, you need some fucking beer, whiskey, etc....

A wine cooler is just not the drink to feel depressed and sorry for yourself with. I mean, how do you curse your luck when swigging a strawberry wine cooler? I'd also add that I can drink margaritas as well, but they're sort of like wine coolers taste-wise. With a lot of ice and salt.

So we've established that I prefer wine coolers and margaritas. I bet you're relieved to know that, huh?

So it was beer. And call me weird, but I really don't enjoy barfing, so I was nursing it.

The place was full of guys. I like gay guys. They're always nice and several came up just to say hi and see if I was okay (I really must have had a hangdog look on my face).

One guy came over with his boyfriend.

"Now what's a pretty little thing like you so sad about?"

That made me giggle. AND I just met the two guys who would introduce me to my hubby a few years later. How cool is that?

They sat down and we chatted for about an hour and they made me laugh and feel a lot better. They told me about their heartbreaks and disappointments and all of a sudden, I felt a little less alone and a lot less like a failure.

Their names were (and still are, come to think of it) Paul and Brian. They were celebrating their one-year anniversary with a few drinks and dances. And each one insisted that I dance with them.

So I did as ordered. Great dancers.

And another hour passed. I felt so bad. Here these two great guys were trying to celebrate their anniversary at the place they originally met, and they were counseling a psychotic bi blond. I told them to go celebrate and not to waste their time on me.

Of course, secretly, I was hoping and praying they wouldn't listen. And they didn't. LOL

The night flew. On a purely selfish level, I loved having two engaging, gorgeous, well-manned guys paying attention to me. Them being gay didn't matter. It was extremely flattering and much-needed.

And they also snapped me--somewhat--out of the Jilly Blues. Paul reassured me that I'd find the person I was supposed to be with. When I replied that I thought I already had and lost her, Brian said, "If that was the case, she wouldn't have gone, or you would've gone with her. You two knew something was wrong but couldn't admit it or were afraid to hurt the other by admitting it."

Okay, that last quote was paraphrased, but you get the gist.

He was right, of course. I didn't act--nor did Jilly--when the time came to put up or shut up about staying together. And I'm glad he called me on it. It made me look hard at what I had been denying--I really didn't want us to stay together, and neither did Jilly.

And forced to look at it from an outsider's perspective, man I really looked like I was pulling the victim card.

They had to split around eleven. Paul owned his own business and Brian was a radiologist at a local hospital and had to be at work the following day around noon. So they hugged me and kissed me and gave me their number in case I ever needed to talk. And they also insisted on my number.

And with a gentle warning to not stay late and to be careful, they left.

I ran to the little lesbian's room and straightened myself up. I had downed about four beers that night. Safe to say, I was legal to drive home. I could just tell my aunt and uncle that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to come home from Wendy's.

I went back to my seat and took the last gulp of beer. I gave a big smile to the bartender and told him to have a great night. And I was relieved in a way. Jilly and I had been monogamous during our time together, and she had been my first.

So I was a tad apprehensive about the whole picking up a girl and having cheap, tawdry, sex with her. Of course, I managed to overcame that pretty easily and quickly in my post-Jilly life. But I wasn't at that point that night.

I turned to leave when I heard a girl say, "Leaving so soon? Without giving me a chance to chat?"

Sorry sister. Thanks to two guys, I not only didn't need to get drunk, I didn't need to get a girl into bed either. I turned and looked at this absolutely gorgeous girl.

Uh, check that whole not needing to get a girl into bed thing. Remember, it's always important to be flexible and have the ability to adapt to different situations.

Ahem.

So I decided to be all cool and shit and act like I knew what the fuck I was doing.

"Oh? You think you have a shot with me?" I smirked (I was trying not to laugh as I said that).

She burst out laughing. "Hilarious! What's your name, beautiful?"

"Alex," I replied.
"Karen. Buy you a drink?"

We sat down and chatted. She was down from UC Berkley, visiting with family and friends and was due to drive back the next day. She thought that since her parents were out and she had the house to herself for the night, that she'd try and find some company.

You know me. Always happy to oblige.

We chatted and flirted for about half an hour, and then Karen smiled and said, "Wanna come home with me?" I told her yes, that I'd love to. And she leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues pushed against the other and then she gently stroked my face.

Her parents lived in Claremont, which was a happy coincidence. So I knew exactly where her street was. We went into the parking lot, holding hands, and then we kissed again. This time, our hands were playing a little grab-ass with each other. I was so turned on.


We got back to Karen's place and drank some beers and made out. We were both pretty drunk after awhile. Finally, Karen got up and extended her hand and we went into her bedroom.


And I wish I had a better recollection of what happened that night. I do remember a few things. I remember us stripping down and Karen sucking breasts and fingering me as we stood by the foot of her bed. I remember I came fast, and I came hard.


And I remember laying down on my back while she straddled my face and we ate each other out.


We pretty much went at it for several hours. Fingering, kissing, going down on each other, tribbing, dildos, all that. Karen even used a strap-on on me. That was the first time I had that done to me and I came so hard, I thought I'd pass out.


I do remember one weird thing. Well, kinda weird.


It was around 2:30, I think. Maybe. Anyway, at one point, Karen was spread out on her bed and I was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. Anyway, Karen's sliding closet doors were comprised of two full-length mirrors.


The whole time we were fucking, Karen kept urging me to let loose, to just let myself go and enjoy her without hesitation. To fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Basically, she just wanted me to "be a fucking animal, baby."


So there I was, sliding my fingers in and out of her. She was yelling and crying out and begging me to make her cum again. And I was going faster and harder and loving it. And I looked at my reflection and was amazed at what I saw.


My hair was all messed up--so was my makeup--my mouth was hanging open, and I honestly looked like a she-wolf. Well, not literally. But I had never experienced raw, hot, lesbian-sex-for-the-sake-of-lesbian-sex before. And fuck, I looked like a lesbian porn star on coke! I can't even describe how wild I looked.


And fuck....that just turned me on even more.


I remember straddling Karen's face and pulling her face into my pussy. I told her to slide her finger in my ass while she ate me. I was totally over my original nerves. I was loving every second of this. And while she sucked my clit, I kept thinking how cheap this was. And that got me even hotter. I came and Karen playfully shoved me off of her and crawled on top of me. We made out for several minutes before passing out.


We woke up around 11:00 the next morning. We were totally fucked up. Karen laughed and said she'd have to drive back up to Berkley the following day instead. She also said that she wished I could stay in her room and "fuck the shit" of her for the rest of the day.


Yeah, Karen had quite a mouth on her. LOL


Sadly, her parents were due home around 12:30. So I staggered into the bathroom and took a shower. I remember thinking about how while casual sex was obviously a blast, it would be tough to only live from one night stand to one night stand. Karen had no use for relationships. She loved sex and wanted to be tied to nobody. I remember thinking how sad that was. Something must have really hurt her.

I remember her talking about being in love once and that she'd "never make that mistake again."


The irony, of course, is that for the next few years, I pretty much lived the same lifestyle that she did. Of course, when I met the right person, I jumped on him (so to speak). But what was consoling to me while the hot water ran down my exhausted, hungover body, was that I wasn't going to commit to the solitary existence that Karen seemed to be intent on.


I remember aching all over. And I remember thinking about how I was paying the price for a night of fun. It was worth it. Yeah, I did get drunk after all--something I hadn't planned on--but at least I didn't throw up. I did, however, have a pounding headache.


I was 18, hungover, and Karen had worked me over so hard I was sore. It was a great sore. I loved it. And I loved the fact that I would probably never see her again. And I kind of hated that fact, too.


I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into Karen's room. The bed, needless to say, was in shambles.

So I made up Karen's bed. She would have had to change the sheets, of course. But I just felt like it was the right thing to do. She came in and smiled. She was stark naked. I asked her if it was okay to get a pic to remember her by. Okay, so I already had one. But I wanted one of her naked. Besides, she already had snapped a couple of me. So I grabbed her Polaroid and clicked one.


She asked why I wanted one of her naked. I told her that I wanted to masturbate to it later. She liked that. She liked it a lot. And later that night, alone in my bedroom, I did masturbate to that picture.


I gave her the camera and sat on the edge of her bed with my legs spread wide open and smiled. Karen took a shot of me for her...."remembering".


She jumped into the shower. I started getting dressed. It felt weird. I was pulling up my panties, putting on my bra, then my jeans, and finally my shirt. And I had been so used to getting dressed with you-know-who. Everything was different, and everything seemed weird.


I had picked up a complete stranger and let loose on her the whole night. I never got her last name and she never got mine. I got fucked with toys I hadn't been fucked with before. I came more than I ever had ever come in a night.


In one of my hubby's entries on a one-night stand, he makes mention of why he thinks they can be so hot. He theorizes that since you know that you'll never see that person again, you want to get the most out of them and for them to do the same. I agree with that to a point.


I think the one-nighters are also hot because you're more free, in a sense. You know that you're not going to see that person again so you can let loose. Whatever the case, they can be extremely satisfying.


Karen got out of the shower and I walked over and kissed her. We thanked each other and I told her that I'd let myself out.

At Karen's parents' place. "Bring it baby!"

So I went home and crashed for a few hours. When I woke up, I did and then some laundry. I thought I'd feel cheap and slutty. I didn't. I felt free. It was weird, though. I had been only with Jilly prior to Karen and had attached so much emotion and intimacy to sex. And I had just experienced a night that was about anything but caring and emotional intimacy.


Ah, the true experience of a one-night stand. And that showed me the meaning of sex for the sake of sex. And I loved it. Well, aside from the feeling like I had somehow betrayed Jilly, I did. I cringed at what she would've thought about that.


But I told myself that I never betrayed her. We had broken up. So why the fuck was I feeling guilty? She was in NYC, and I had every right to do what I did. I was happy, relaxed, and a ton of tension had melted away because of Karen. I had taken the first step in my post-Jilly sex life. And that first step was a doozy.


I really liked what I had done. Remember, I had been a scared, confused girl when I fell in love with Jilly. But going out and picking up some stranger was exciting. It was daring. It was hot. And yeah, it was probably a little dumb. I got lucky when I found Paul, Brian, and then Karen.


It also got me very, very interested in pursuing more casual sexual encounters. I went back to that bar the next weekend. And I found a sweet little wife who wanted to be with a girl. She got her wish. A lot of wives did. A lot of husbands did. A lot of single men and women did.


I spent the next several years having a lot of fun. No strings, no commitment, just sex. I had been active with guys before meeting Jilly and started that up again. And my raging promiscuity really kinda fucked up my ability to have a normal romantic relationship, needless to say.


So what happened to Karen?


No clue. She never called me. I didn't think that she would, though. That night was about fucking, not finding a BFF. But it would've been fun to play with her again. She was amazing in bed. And I'm sure a lot of other lucky girls found that out as well.

But I've always hoped that she did heal from whatever hurt her and that she did find someone else. Fuck, I don't know if she even remembers me. But if she does, I hope that she remembers that night as fondly as I do.

The morning after....not QUITE as fired up. LOL "Ohhhhh....my head...."

What's funny is that I went that night looking for comfort. And I got that comfort. From two guys. Karen? She gave me the sexual release I needed so badly but that was about it.


Little did Paul and Brian know that the little blond girl they befriended would never let them out of her life. No, they were stuck with me. I kind of became their adopted little sister. I drove them crazy, of course.

But hey, that's what adopted little sisters are for, aren't they?

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