Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (29 of several): Drama.
Like a few minutes later, this slightly-older swinger-looking woman wandered by and stopped and was asking everyone, "Have you seen my friend [name removed]?", and then would say that she hadn't seen her for a while and was wondering where she went to because she had no idea, and she was very very ingenuous, and then someone finally was like, "I saw her a few minutes ago going into the backroom with [name removed]," and the woman was like, "Ooooooh!", and she said it in such a tone that you could imagine her smacking her head as she said it, like it never occurred to her that she and her friend would go to a swingers's party and her friend would slip away to fuck without her knowing it.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (28 of several): 5 minutes later.
After another 5 minutes, some of the older people had wandered aimlessly down to the bbq area where the food was, though no one ate. Several people also went in through the sliding glass doors right there to the area where the swing was set up, and a few sat on the really long couch that was kind of diagonally facing the swing, and though there about 5 or 6 people already on it quietly talking every once in a while, they either squeezed between them or sat on the armrests.
My friend and I were then on the porch alone, and looking through the glass doors over her shoulder, I suddenly saw standing in a cluster by the swing the hairy young blonde guy and the bi girl and the half-Asian dude and his less-chunky version of the bi girl that he had found somewhere, and from where I was I could tell that they were coupled up with the guys standing behind the girls and rubbing each other.
"Look", I said quietly, tapping my friend on the shoulder and gesturing with my head through the door.
She discreetly turned a bit and glanced and saw what was happening, then looked back to me and with a quick toss of her head back towards where the swing was, whispered , "Let's go."
So, we sauntered in and stood by the condom bowl and stood where we just happened to be turned towards the swing, and all 8 people had all stopped talking and were facing the 2 couples by the swing, and were more or less glancing at the floor, and occasionally upwards to the couple.
The guys were both groping the chest of the girls, though they shifted into slowly rubbing their hands up and down their inner thighs, tantalizingly close to the girls's hoo-hahs.
The guys, though, were looking at each other, and you could tell from their eyes that they were all horned up and just wanted to fuck. They weren't looking at each other in a gay way, though, more like a "look at me with this girl, I'm going to fuck her in front of you and you're going to have to watch what a man I am" kind of way, and they held each others's eyes as they continued to rub the girls.
Then, they broke off from looking each other, and each stepped away from his girl, and as if awaking from a trance all turned to go to the door and walked out in a group, but walking separately and not touching each other. Everyone on the couch started moving again, and staring off in opposite directions and being tense and occasionally saying something to one another.
"Fuck," my friend muttered.
My friend and I were then on the porch alone, and looking through the glass doors over her shoulder, I suddenly saw standing in a cluster by the swing the hairy young blonde guy and the bi girl and the half-Asian dude and his less-chunky version of the bi girl that he had found somewhere, and from where I was I could tell that they were coupled up with the guys standing behind the girls and rubbing each other.
"Look", I said quietly, tapping my friend on the shoulder and gesturing with my head through the door.
She discreetly turned a bit and glanced and saw what was happening, then looked back to me and with a quick toss of her head back towards where the swing was, whispered , "Let's go."
So, we sauntered in and stood by the condom bowl and stood where we just happened to be turned towards the swing, and all 8 people had all stopped talking and were facing the 2 couples by the swing, and were more or less glancing at the floor, and occasionally upwards to the couple.
The guys were both groping the chest of the girls, though they shifted into slowly rubbing their hands up and down their inner thighs, tantalizingly close to the girls's hoo-hahs.
The guys, though, were looking at each other, and you could tell from their eyes that they were all horned up and just wanted to fuck. They weren't looking at each other in a gay way, though, more like a "look at me with this girl, I'm going to fuck her in front of you and you're going to have to watch what a man I am" kind of way, and they held each others's eyes as they continued to rub the girls.
Then, they broke off from looking each other, and each stepped away from his girl, and as if awaking from a trance all turned to go to the door and walked out in a group, but walking separately and not touching each other. Everyone on the couch started moving again, and staring off in opposite directions and being tense and occasionally saying something to one another.
"Fuck," my friend muttered.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (27 of several): The starting...
The half-Asian dude and his girl ended up somehow tearing themselves away from each other and wandering back my way towards the table, so I went back up to the porch. My friend was there without the bi girl, who had disappeared somewhere, and there were like around five people standing in clusters but not really talking, holding beers in their hands but not really drinking them, and everyone was smoking a lot, and every once in a while someone would start saying something and not complete their sentence, or they would and someone would half-answer and the conversation would kind of drift off and not continue, and everyone was absolutely tensed up, and you could just feel that their minds were somewhere else.
All of them were white and most of them were in leather, and older, and were like the freakish people who had been scattered here and there throughout the bbq, only now they were all here in one place -- one shorter clean-shaven late 40s hispanic guy with a pasted-on smile and fake laugh and a big gut, and this one early 60s guy with glasses and a grizzled grey beard and a pulled-up ponytail and these big wide eyes that never seemed to blink, and, since he seemed to have trouble walking, a cane - I had seen him at a sex documentary social hour before, wearing a t-shirt that saying
NOBODY KNOWS I'M A LESBIAN
- and more people like that, and suddenly I realized that it was after 2am and all the normal people were gone...
I quickly looked around some looking for this well-groomed non-profit CEO business lady who used to run a major charity that had ties to my university and who I had talked with earlier in the night, and also the older Italian guy who had used to be a thug and then became a sexologist and has now calmed down in his old age but still likes to tell long rambling stories about when he got a lot of ass, and they were all gone. The people like who were on the porch were like the only people left, besides the younger set, who semed to be all upstairs on the 2nd story porch.
Me and my friend tried talking to each other then too, but we also couldn't keep up a conversation, and she kept chain-smoking, and everyone kept looking around and not looking each other in their eyes and not talking at all, and just being generally tense. Someone got a beer from a nearby cooler and opened it, but didn't drink from it.
Then, this small grizzled early 60s white guy with a moustache and a leather jacket on shuffles up to me and my friend, and said in our general direction while kind of staring off into space, "It takes 40 minutes now, it always does."
Neither of us answered him, and he didn't particularly seem to notice though he had shuffled towards me and my friend and had made his announcement for our benefit, and my friend kept smoking and I took a swig off my beer, as I was doing now and then when I remembered.
All of them were white and most of them were in leather, and older, and were like the freakish people who had been scattered here and there throughout the bbq, only now they were all here in one place -- one shorter clean-shaven late 40s hispanic guy with a pasted-on smile and fake laugh and a big gut, and this one early 60s guy with glasses and a grizzled grey beard and a pulled-up ponytail and these big wide eyes that never seemed to blink, and, since he seemed to have trouble walking, a cane - I had seen him at a sex documentary social hour before, wearing a t-shirt that saying
NOBODY KNOWS I'M A LESBIAN
- and more people like that, and suddenly I realized that it was after 2am and all the normal people were gone...
I quickly looked around some looking for this well-groomed non-profit CEO business lady who used to run a major charity that had ties to my university and who I had talked with earlier in the night, and also the older Italian guy who had used to be a thug and then became a sexologist and has now calmed down in his old age but still likes to tell long rambling stories about when he got a lot of ass, and they were all gone. The people like who were on the porch were like the only people left, besides the younger set, who semed to be all upstairs on the 2nd story porch.
Me and my friend tried talking to each other then too, but we also couldn't keep up a conversation, and she kept chain-smoking, and everyone kept looking around and not looking each other in their eyes and not talking at all, and just being generally tense. Someone got a beer from a nearby cooler and opened it, but didn't drink from it.
Then, this small grizzled early 60s white guy with a moustache and a leather jacket on shuffles up to me and my friend, and said in our general direction while kind of staring off into space, "It takes 40 minutes now, it always does."
Neither of us answered him, and he didn't particularly seem to notice though he had shuffled towards me and my friend and had made his announcement for our benefit, and my friend kept smoking and I took a swig off my beer, as I was doing now and then when I remembered.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (26 of several): Downstairs again.
When I was downstairs again later, I came onto the porch where the younger people were, only the hairy young blonde guy had fled...
Earlier, I had talked to the half-Asian dude some, who spoke with me with evident distrust when he found out I studied religious studies, though he himself had attended a Catholic-affiliated college that was pretty secularized, though it had some vestigial theological requirements.
"You sure you're not going to be a priest?", he kept asking, sullenly, like I was a ghost from his past out to spoil his fun.
Anyhow, when I was downstairs again later, I wandered to that part of the porch to see if my friend was still successfully chatting up the bi girl, and there was some random girl who kind of looked like the bi girl, only a lot less heavy, and she was standing behind the half-Asian dude with her hands up his shirt, and his head was thrown back with his eyes half-closed, and you could tell she was rubbing his chest and then stopping every once in a while to give a playful little pinch to his nipples, and a small smile shot across his face every time she did that.
My friend was still chatting up the bi girl, so I kind of backed off down to the bbq table to get some more pasta salad - I put it in a red Solo cup to make it easier to carry around with me and eat - and then I noticed that a lot of people were congregating up on the upper porch that led into the swingers's and their ghost-hunting roommate's apartment, only the door was closed and the window shade drawn, and every once in a while someone would slip out of the door without opening it fully - in fact, it mostly seemed to be the tattooed art school student with the pixie cut who had changed her clothes a few times during the night, and she seemed to be doing some kind of hostessing or messenger-type function, though it wasn't clear which.
It was starting.
Earlier, I had talked to the half-Asian dude some, who spoke with me with evident distrust when he found out I studied religious studies, though he himself had attended a Catholic-affiliated college that was pretty secularized, though it had some vestigial theological requirements.
"You sure you're not going to be a priest?", he kept asking, sullenly, like I was a ghost from his past out to spoil his fun.
Anyhow, when I was downstairs again later, I wandered to that part of the porch to see if my friend was still successfully chatting up the bi girl, and there was some random girl who kind of looked like the bi girl, only a lot less heavy, and she was standing behind the half-Asian dude with her hands up his shirt, and his head was thrown back with his eyes half-closed, and you could tell she was rubbing his chest and then stopping every once in a while to give a playful little pinch to his nipples, and a small smile shot across his face every time she did that.
My friend was still chatting up the bi girl, so I kind of backed off down to the bbq table to get some more pasta salad - I put it in a red Solo cup to make it easier to carry around with me and eat - and then I noticed that a lot of people were congregating up on the upper porch that led into the swingers's and their ghost-hunting roommate's apartment, only the door was closed and the window shade drawn, and every once in a while someone would slip out of the door without opening it fully - in fact, it mostly seemed to be the tattooed art school student with the pixie cut who had changed her clothes a few times during the night, and she seemed to be doing some kind of hostessing or messenger-type function, though it wasn't clear which.
It was starting.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (25 of several): Upstairs.
Upstairs was the apartment of the swingers and their ghost-hunting roommate who likes the word "heteroflexible" since it captures the fact that he not only is willing to rub scrotums with another guy during a double penetration, but also is not ashamed to admit to the fact that he finds it pleasurable. There were hardwood floors and tastefully-painted walls, and the refrigerator had a leopard skin adhesive wall paper type thing on it, and one wall was a chalkboard with a schedule on it, and then there were tables that had glass tops over visible, artistically-arranged drawers which contained paranormal-related shit like Ouija boards and crystals and whatnot.
The swinger lady had earlier introduced me to the prof who ran the sex study, and when I was up there to get a beer, me and him finally sat down and talked a bit. I somehow mentioned that I had biked up there, as well as the fact that a friend and I were hitting local soul food restaurants all summer long, and he was saying that he loves to bike and he loves soul food, and he's also an "aficionado of ghettoes from way back".
"How is that?", I was like.
"When I was doing my doctorate at [name of the university removed]," he was like, "My wife at that time and I lived in a ghetto, and it was a new experience for me."
"Plus," he was like, "My marriage wasn't quite what it should have been, so I got to know it quite well from going out every night to pick up prostitutes."
"It was a dark time," he added.
The swinger lady had earlier introduced me to the prof who ran the sex study, and when I was up there to get a beer, me and him finally sat down and talked a bit. I somehow mentioned that I had biked up there, as well as the fact that a friend and I were hitting local soul food restaurants all summer long, and he was saying that he loves to bike and he loves soul food, and he's also an "aficionado of ghettoes from way back".
"How is that?", I was like.
"When I was doing my doctorate at [name of the university removed]," he was like, "My wife at that time and I lived in a ghetto, and it was a new experience for me."
"Plus," he was like, "My marriage wasn't quite what it should have been, so I got to know it quite well from going out every night to pick up prostitutes."
"It was a dark time," he added.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (24 of several): Yet more of that nipple thing.
Still later, when I was by the barbecue, the woman came up to me and was like, "I'm playing a game, want to play?, if you answer right you can touch my breasts."
"I already did," I was like.
"That's okay!", she was like, "Touch them again!"
As it turned out, it was a trivia game with 3 questions and if I got a question right I would be able to squeeze her breast, and she was like, "In what movie is it said, 'Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings'?"
"'It's a Wonderful Life'", I was like.
"Right!", she was like, and she held her breasts a bit out for me to grab, and I grabbed the left one for her, and she seemed happy, and after I let go, she had to regroup for a second.
"Okay," she was like, afte she had regrouped, "Now the second question is, in that same movie, who played Jimmy Stewart's wife?"
I then told her I didn't know, though I had just seen a bit of the movie on tv last Christmas, including the part where they were Charleston-ing and the floor over the swimming pool opened and they both fell in.
"Are you sure?", she was like, and after I said I didn't know again, she seemed bummed, and said it was Donna Reed.
"No shit," I was like, and I said that I don't think I ever knew that.
"Well, I'll give you one more chance," she was like, and then asked me who played tMr. Potter in the movie, and it turned out to be Drew Barrymore's granddad, which I also didn't know, and since she felt bad since I had missed the past two questions, she let me squeeze one of her breasts anyways.
It was only later that I realized how she had kept saying that that one time when she was a bowsprit she had her tits all hanging out, and she had also used that phrase at some other point when we were talking, and all of a sudden it hit me that probably in her youth someone had always told her to always keep her breasts covered or "A lady always keeps her breasts covered" or some shit like that, so now she must get this really wonderful dirty feeling like she's doing something dirty and forbidden when she has her tits hanging out, and that she absolutely probably does this as much as she can.
"I already did," I was like.
"That's okay!", she was like, "Touch them again!"
As it turned out, it was a trivia game with 3 questions and if I got a question right I would be able to squeeze her breast, and she was like, "In what movie is it said, 'Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings'?"
"'It's a Wonderful Life'", I was like.
"Right!", she was like, and she held her breasts a bit out for me to grab, and I grabbed the left one for her, and she seemed happy, and after I let go, she had to regroup for a second.
"Okay," she was like, afte she had regrouped, "Now the second question is, in that same movie, who played Jimmy Stewart's wife?"
I then told her I didn't know, though I had just seen a bit of the movie on tv last Christmas, including the part where they were Charleston-ing and the floor over the swimming pool opened and they both fell in.
"Are you sure?", she was like, and after I said I didn't know again, she seemed bummed, and said it was Donna Reed.
"No shit," I was like, and I said that I don't think I ever knew that.
"Well, I'll give you one more chance," she was like, and then asked me who played tMr. Potter in the movie, and it turned out to be Drew Barrymore's granddad, which I also didn't know, and since she felt bad since I had missed the past two questions, she let me squeeze one of her breasts anyways.
It was only later that I realized how she had kept saying that that one time when she was a bowsprit she had her tits all hanging out, and she had also used that phrase at some other point when we were talking, and all of a sudden it hit me that probably in her youth someone had always told her to always keep her breasts covered or "A lady always keeps her breasts covered" or some shit like that, so now she must get this really wonderful dirty feeling like she's doing something dirty and forbidden when she has her tits hanging out, and that she absolutely probably does this as much as she can.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Swingers's BBQ (23 of several): More of that nipple thing.
Later, my one friend said that a bit after this, when the woman had found her pretty silver bell again and re-hung it on her left nipple -- I was somewhere else by this point -- that she was standing there talking to the rough blonde woman and her guy (I think more about the engineering stuff they did to enhance their sex lives? - my friend was very curious about this), there was this pause in the conversation, and the guy looked at my friend and was like, "Touch her breast."
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