“Well, Neil, you’re girlfriend and I had a fabulous time.”
Neil Foster walked into the clubhouse of the local country club and looked around. Not seeing the person he was there to meet he took off his coat and handed it to the girl standing at the coat check stand.
Handsome and muscular to begin with, Neil was also dressed appropriately. Nice corduroy pants and his favorite forest green long sleeve polo shirt complete with an argyle sweater vest and saddle oxfords that made him feel British. By coincidence, he had recently gotten a haircut and he had even put cologne on. Despite the fact his net worth resembled the price of a candy bar, Neil looked like he came from money.
A minute or two after Neil had left the coat check stand and walked to the entrance to the country club’s restaurant Jennifer Lord walked in.
The four of them, Neil, Sara, Jennifer and Nicholas Lord, had hit it off very well at dinner the night after Neil and Jennifer had completed jury duty, double dating from time to time and even seeing each other individually. He and Nicholas had some guy things from time to time and Sara and Jennifer hit it off very well, too and this was not the first time he and Jennifer had had lunch together.
Not for the first time, Neil Foster found himself thinking Jennifer Lord was one of the three most beautiful women on the planet, though as she gave her mink coat to the hat check girl, he doubted the human species could produce two women who were more beautiful.
Jennifer Lord was dressed simply and in all black: black slacks, modest black pumps and a stylishly oversized black turtleneck sweater. Her long, thick black hair hung over her shoulders and the modesty of her outfit was unable to hide a body that simply did not quit.
Jennifer smiled broadly when she saw Neil and walked up to him and warmly kissed him on the cheek before hugging him. Her perfume was subtle and expensive and drove Neil Foster wild.
Neil’s reverie was broken by a voice behind him. Or maybe it was in front of him. He couldn’t tell. He never thought straight during the few seconds he was holding Jennifer Lord.
“Neil Foster, how nice to see you again, sir,” someone said, apparently to genuinely mean it.
Neil opened his eyes and returned to Earth’s orbit. It was a man who would be their waiter for the afternoon, Kelly ‘The Read Admiral’ Adrian. Kelly was saying hi because he and Neil had known each other for as long as either of them could remember, though they had never been particularly close friends. They had been neighbors, although Kelly had been obliged to make do with a public school education and had not been favored with 13-years of Lutheran schooling as Neil had.
Kelly Adrian was gay and wasn’t too shy about it and was known as the Rear Admiral for reasons having nothing to do with prior Naval service.
“Oh, Admiral Kelly,” Neil said out of habit. It was rather indiscreet to call his old friend by his gay nickname in front of Jennifer, but Neil had known Kelly was gay almost as long as Kelly had known he was gay and been calling him ‘Admiral’ since Kelly had given himself that nickname when they were teenagers.
Kelly liked Neil because Neil had never passed judgment on his sexual preference. Well, that and the fact he thought Neil was hot. For his part, Neil liked renewing his acquaintance with Kelly, which didn’t happen too often because their paths seldom crossed anymore.
Neil and the Read Admiral exchanged pleasantries and spent a moment or two catching up. Kelly then turned his attention to Jennifer.
“Ms. Lord, as always, a pleasure to see you. Welcome back.”
“Thank you, Kelly,” she said, giving him a peck on an unoffered cheek because Kelly was about as attracted to Jennifer as Neil was attracted to Kelly. “It will be a pleasure to be served by you.”
She meant it, too. Kelly had started as a busboy at the country club while still in high school and had worked his way up to server and had built a nice little career for himself. He was a first-class server.
“You always get the most handsome men, Ms. Lord,” The Rear Admiral said, beaming at Neil.
“You two appear to know each other?” Jennifer asked.
“Not the way you’re thinking,” Neil said almost instantly, as Admiral Adrian escorted them to their table. The comment got laughs from Jennifer and Kelly. “We grew up on the same block.”
There is not a swinging dick in this place who does not wish they were me Neil thought to himself as they were escorted to their table. As usual, there was a sizable lunch crowd.
The two were seated and the Rear Admiral supervised the issuing of menus. His next question was unasked, but no less asked simply because he was too discreet to verbalize it.
“Ms. Lord and I had the pleasure of jury duty together recently. We are renewing our acquaintance by celebrating justice being served.”
“I saw you in here last month with Mr. Miles and his lovely daughter. You certainly know people with good taste in food, Neil.”
The Rear Admiral made this note in his role as a life-long acquaintance of Neil Foster. Kelly Adrian, in his role as homosexual professional waiter, would have had entirely too much discretion to make such an inquiry of a casual acquaintance or a mere customer.
“His lovely daughter and I are actually dating,” Neil said, with some pride.
“You? You’re my age and Ms. Miles was a child when I started working here.” The Read Admiral whistled before pausing to do some calculating. “No wonder I never had a chance with you.”
The Read Admiral smiled, said he’d be by to take their order, and left.
(Two)
Jennifer Lord had chosen this occasion to inform Neil Foster of the high level of attraction she had for his girlfriend, Sara Miles.
Sara, as far as Jennifer knew, did not know about the high level of attraction to her held by Jennifer Lord, though based on how much trouble Jennifer had keeping her mitts off Sara she may well be suspecting it. Jennifer also had no clue whether or not Sara had the hots for her, though based on the fact it was plain Sara didn’t object when Jennifer kissed her on the cheek or held her hand, and based on instincts developed over the years about who was and who was not attracted to her, Jennifer would not have found it the Upset of the Year to find that Sara was attracted to her, too.
Jennifer Lord and fallen in love with Sara Miles at first sight, the time they had dinner after Jennifer and Neil had triumphantly dispensed justice and concluded their jury service. Jennifer had known from the time that girls began to know these things that she liked both girls and boys, though when you were as pretty and feminine as Jennifer was you tended to keep these things to yourself so, despite a couple of experiences with girls before she had married Nicholas, Jennifer had yet to have a satisfactory experience with another girl.
Jennifer, however, genuinely liked Neil and was attracted to him and it was a long life and you never knew what would happen and she did not want to go putting moves on Sara behind Neil’s back.
Based on what she knew of men, mainly that they were horn dogs, Jennifer felt it was not completely unreasonable to expect that Neil Foster would himself have a high level of interest in her plan.
One, Neil was attracted to Jennifer. That was plain as day and Neil himself could not have made it plainer had he walked around with a sign around his neck that said: “I’m Attracted To Jennifer Lord”.
Two, Neil was a guy, a manly, heterosexual guy who in all likelihood had the same fascination with two girls going at it that the rest of his species did.
Neil and Jennifer were reviewing menus and had made some small talk about the shopping trip Jennifer and Sara had taken this past weekend.
“Well, Neil, you’re girlfriend and I had a fabulous time.”
Officially Neil was “pleased” Jennifer had enjoyed the company of his girlfriend, but he was hungry and deciding what he would be having for lunch was a more interesting proposition at the moment than Jennifer and Sara’s budding friendship. Consequently, he paid the remark little more than polite, cursory interest.
He has no idea what I am about to tell him. It will come directly out of nowhere.
“I like Sara,” Jennifer said simply, putting her hands together and putting them in her lap and looking at Neil.
Neil, with the full force of 13 years of Lutheran schooling behind him, neither immediately nor fully comprehended the full meaning of the word ‘like’. He smiled and nodded dutifully while deciding whether or not he desired an appetizer to go with his beef Wellington.
“That’s nice,” he said.
“No, altar boy,” Jennifer said. “I mean Like. As in Like. Italics, with a capital L.”
It took Neil a second before he glanced up from his menu.
“Oh. Like.” A pause. “Ohhhhhhh. That like. Like like”
Jennifer smiled warmly and nodded.
Intrigued, Neil put his menu down.
“Really?” he said, hoping the italics didn’t make him sound like a pervert. “You like girls?”
Jennifer smiled the smile that could light the Vegas strip for a year.
“But…you don’t…have…”
Jennifer nodded.
“I know. I don’t have broad shoulders and wear a tool belt. It happens.”
(Three)
“So, does Sara know?”
Lunch had come. Neil and Jennifer had spent the time before lunch arrived discussing her interest in girls generally, but Sara had not been mentioned until now.
“She might suspect,” Jennifer said. “I haven’t come out and told her.”
Neil reached for his phone.
“Here, we’ll call her now.”
Jennifer laughed.
This is not going to take much convincing.
“Why haven’t you told her?”
Jennifer shrugged.
“I don’t want to move in on your turf. Sara’s your girlfriend. I would not want you putting moves on my husband, so I don’t put moves on your girlfriend. At least not without your permission.”
“That would be funny. Me and Nicholas. He’s cute. If I were into guys. Which I’m not.”
Jennifer laughed.
“Not like Kelly is.”
“Few men are into men like Kelly is.”
“I didn’t know you knew him.’
“He lived a couple of houses down growing up. Our moms did things together that housewives of that time did,” Neil said. “So how do you plan on letting my girlfriend know your loins ache with desire for her.”
Jennifer was sipping her cocktail and almost spit it up.
“I was going to ask you, actually.”
“Send her a memo. With bullet points. She has a very organized mind. She’ll appreciate it.”
“That would be funny…To: Sara Miles, From, Jennifer Lord…”
“Subject: Your hot, 18-year-old body.”
“Bullet point number one: whereas I have a high level of attraction to your hot, 18-year-old body…”
“And in consideration of whatever brains and other attributes you may or may not possess, not that these matter…”
“She has other attributes besides a nice ass?”
“A few,” Neil said seriously, as though were scientists discussing a theorem. “She can’t boil water, but she is funny and she has a sharp mind.”
Jennifer dismissed a sense of humor and a sharp mind with the wave of a hand.
“Whatever. I just want to get her naked.”
“Make that bullet point number two. ‘And whereas I am highly desirous of seeing you in a disrobed state…”
Jennifer put a hand to her mouth and laughed, a wonderfully feminine gesture that as usual drove Neil wild, and wondered if she wasn’t being a bit presumptuous with Neil. Evidently not, because the idea of Jennifer and Sara naked apparently turned Neil on as much as it did Jennifer.
“That was pretty good,” Neil said after Jennifer had stopped laughing. “Are you sure you’re not a lawyer?”
Jennifer nodded.
“Pretty sure. Part of being Mrs. Nicholas Lord is serving on assorted charitable boards and I read my share of contracts and whatnot, but that’s about it.”
The Rear Admiral returned and supervised the clearing off of the lunch dishes before presenting dessert menus. He left.
“Has Nicholas been briefed on your plan yet?” Neil asked.
“Who?” Jennifer asked absentmindedly, almost drooling over the prospect of dessert. While Jennifer was blessed with a nice body, it didn’t maintain itself and she seldom indulged in dessert, though she was thinking about it today. Being with Neil made her comfortable enough with herself to consider it.
“Nicholas,” Neil said as if he were reminding Jennifer about an appointment. “You know, your husband.”
“Oh, him. Yes, yes,” Jennifer noted, shaking her head. “No. I haven’t told him yet. I had the temerity to mention I thought a girl was attractive once and it wasn’t pretty. He reacted as if I had expressed a preference for farm animals.”
“Really?” Neil asked, somewhat surprised. “I thought all men were turned on by the thought of two chicks going at it, especially if one of them was their woman. I mean, I’m aroused and we’re just discussing the prospect of it.”
Jennifer squirmed in her chair, pushed some hair behind an ear, though she probably wasn’t aware she did these things.
“He’s not. Or if he is he’s not admitting it.”
“He doesn’t like guys does he?”
“I don’t think so. He’s a pretty good lay.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like guys. He doesn’t wink at the Admiral or anything like that when you two come here, does he?”
Jennifer laughed.
“No,” she said. “Besides, any wife knows when she’s being deceived or lied to. Or she does if she’s honest with herself. I’m not being lied to.”
“So how do get him on board?”
“I was hoping to enlist your help there, sir.”
“You want me to convince your husband that it’s all right for you to date my girlfriend?”
“Presuming it’s all right with you, of course.”
Neil smiled. He was mainly thinking with his cock and fantasizing about Sara and Jennifer or better yet Neil, Sara and Jennifer, in the sack together and consequently didn’t see any great problem with letting his girlfriend date someone else. Presuming Sara was interested in dating Jennifer. Sara had never mentioned liking girls to Neil.
Neil made the sign of the cross.
“It’s okay with me,” he said. “I’m on board with whatever Sara wants to do. You’ll like her, she’s a great lay.”
And so, evidently, are you, sir. You appear to be a man who knows how to lick some pussy, never a talent in any great supply.
“Good. I do not want to be known as a homewrecker.”
Neil shook his head.
“We’re in love. The great love that makes life worth living. I’ve been in enough non-great loves to know the great love when it rolls around. If it makes Sara happy it will work itself out.”
The conversation paused as the Rear Admiral came to take their dessert order.
Neil ordered the country club’s famous Raspberry turnover for Jennifer and a piece of their less famous though equally good custard pie, his favorite, for himself. He also let the Rear Admiral know he would not be completely outraged if his piece were a tad bigger than the normal slice because he really liked custard pie and seldom got to enjoy it. If Neil received a bigger piece of pie because his waiter was known as the Rear Admiral for reasons having nothing to do with prior Naval service and still had the hots for Neil, well, he was okay with that.
“Okay,” Jennifer said conspiratorially after Admiral Adrian had left. “How do I broach the subject with Sara?”
Jennifer actually had a plan for that, but she wanted Neil’s input on the matter.
Neil thought about it for a second.
“When are you seeing her next?”
Jennifer shrugged. She and Sara didn’t have anything scheduled yet.
“It doesn’t matter,” Neil said dismissively. “Kiss her. That’s what I did. It’s been a proven technique for letting a girl know you like her since time immemorial.”
That was actually Jennifer’s plan, but she didn’t tell Neil that.
“I’ll take that under advisement, Mr. Foster. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Lord. If you need advice on removing the child’s training bra, let me know.”
(Four)
Jennifer Lord and Neil Foster, stuffed after a good lunch and dessert, were sitting contentedly with coffee in a booth at the clubhouse bar. They were both pleased with their friendship and curious about what Jennifer’s attraction to Sara would lead to and they were both aware that had they met under other circumstances they would probably have made a really nice couple. Or not. The couple of times Neil had dated the truly beautiful he had found himself idly wondering what they were doing when they weren’t together and he didn’t like knowing every swinging dick was lusting after his truly beautiful woman.
Neil didn’t have this problem dating merely pretty women. It was only with those built like brick shithouses.
“So, Ms. Lord, I was able to offer you a plan of attack with Sara. Are you able to reciprocate with a similar plan for me broaching this subject with your husband?”
Jennifer laughed.
Sigh. He’s funny and does not appear to have a temper. He would have made me a good husband. Oh well…Maybe Sara and I could share him one day.
“No. You are the commanding officer of this project. I am pleased to leave those details to you.”
Neil nodded his head a few times.
“Yes, yes, delegating is a proven management technique.”
“Look, this is like a trip, Foster. I have decided we are going to New York. You, in your role as Transportation Officer, are in charge of how we get there.”
Neil poured more coffee for himself and Jennifer and looked around the room. Richly paneled in a dark wood Neil was neither cultured nor outdoorsy enough to identify, and otherwise decorated in green leather, Neil really liked this room, though this was only the third or fourth time he could remember being here because he was not a member of the country club, nor had his parents been. There was today, and the aforementioned lunch with Mr. Miles and Sara, and his senior prom had been here, and he could’ve sworn he had been here once with his mom as a kid, but he couldn’t remember exactly when that had been.
“Your husband’s mind merely needs to be opened to the prospect of his wife dating another woman. Maybe he has never seriously considered it.”
Neil thought about that for a second.
“Although I find that hard to believe. I would’ve thought every straight guy fantasized about it at one point or another.”
“If he has he’s keeping to himself.”
“The Dalai Lama says the mind is like a parachute, providing the most benefit when it is open. We merely have to get the parachute working and open Nicholas’ mind.”
Neil thought about that for another second or two.
“He’s somewhat possessive about you,” Neil said. “Can someone, me for instance, bring up you dating someone else, even a girl, without taking three slugs to the chest?”
“Three slugs?” Jennifer asked smiling and shaking her head. “Not three. Nicholas isn’t that good a shot. One might hit, and that would probably just be a flesh wound.’
“And someone, me for instance, might presume that should this come to fruition that someone, me for instance, might be invited to view the consummation of these festivities?”
Jennifer laughed, then looked at Neil and smiled warmly and affectionately at him.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “Of course.”
“I’d take up to four slugs for that,” Neil said, nodding a few times. “Project Parachute has gone operational!”
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