Madame B: Seduction

Last summer, Rick met someone he finally wanted to get serious about. By that time, we'd both moved to different areas and begun our "real" lives. When I got the call from Rick telling me that there was someone he wanted me to meet, I was instantly intrigued.

"You'll love Sam, Kyra," gushed Rick. "He's just amazing. So funny and gorgeous and, my God, what a fuck-I'm having the best sex of my life. So when can you come and meet him? What are you doing this weekend?"

I laughed and teased Rick that Sam had better be as good as he made him out to be because never mind any overbearing prospective mother-in-law, meeting me was the real test. But joking apart, there was a twinge of jealousy mixed in with my excitement at meeting this boy wonder. I pushed it to the back of my mind. Of course Sam would be lovely. I'm not losing a gay best friend, I reasoned, but gaining another.

"Prepare a wild time for me," I said. "I'll see you on Friday."

On Friday night, an uncharacteristically nervous Rick, leading a stunningly good-looking guy by the hand, met me at the station. Sam had the same tall, Hollywood-hunk body as Rick did, but he shared my coloring. Nordic good looks with a light tan, dark blond hair, and piercing blue eyes.

"It's so good to meet you!" I said. I liked the twinkle in Sam's eye; it told me he would be fun and easy-going, just like Rick was.

"You, too, Kyra," said Sam, landing a peck on my cheek. "I've heard so much about you." A trace of stubble brushed against my own soft skin, making me shiver.

"So," I said, linking one arm with Sam and the other with Rick, as the three of us set off for the bars and clubs of the seafront. "What wild adventure have you got planned for me this weekend?"

Actually, we didn't have a wild time that evening at all but a lovely reunion over dinner at a great little Italian place. We chatted for hours over pizza and a bottle of wine that turned into two, then three, served by a very cute waiter who was decent enough to flirt equally with all three of us. It didn't take long for me to realize that Sam was perfect for Rick. He was attentive and funny, and he obviously really cared for my friend.

Plus, the sexual tension between them was hot. Whenever they thought I wasn't looking, they'd steal a kiss, and under the table they were constantly reaching for each other. After my umpteenth glass of wine I excused myself and visited the bathroom. When I approached our table on my return Sam was idly stroking Rick's erect nipple. A sudden, vivid image of the two of them fucking, their perfect bodies bathed in sweat and their beautiful, long limbs entangled, popped into my mind. It thrilled me unexpectedly and made me shiver with desire. For some reason, when he was up close with Sam, I remembered how sexy I'd found Rick the first time I laid eyes on him. Watching these two together I realized what men saw in girl-on-girl porn. There was something intensely arousing about these two men, who were the ultimate in unattainable sex. Well, what woman wouldn't be turned on by the sexual power implicit in turning a gay man straight? And as for two of them…

Doing my best to ignore the pulse that had begun to beat between my legs and telling myself not to be so ridiculous, I tried to compose myself. Then I sat back down at the table and helped myself to another glass of red wine. You're drunk, I said to myself. I shook my head and looked up to grin at my boys.

"Fabulous breasts," said Sam, making me blush. "I never really saw the point of tits until I met you, my darling. But now when I look at those puppies sitting up and begging for attention, I'd almost like to play with them."

Whoa! So maybe I'm not the only one thinking about sex! I mean, Rick and I had always enjoyed exchanging campy, witty banter, but tonight the chat was moving beyond that into definite flirtation.

"Oh, no you don't," countered Rick. "I've been friends with those tits for years. If they're going to be ineptly groped by any gay man, I think by rights it ought to be me."

The three of us were giggling madly by this point, but there was something deadly serious about the way Sam looked at me. He really was checking out my breasts. To my embarrassment, but also my secret delight, I felt my tits harden under my top. I hadn't worn a bra, and my nipples began to poke through my slinky silver tank top. Sam licked his lips, quickly and subtly. Rick watched Sam with a hungry look on his face. I blushed; this sexually charged atmosphere with Rick was brand-new territory. I was turned on, but somehow it felt wrong. Or did it feel right, but I wouldn't allow myself to feel it?

We left the restaurant soon after that, all quite tipsy. On the way home, we had a heated debate about whether the waiter had been checking out Sam, Rick, or me. I insisted that a man that good-looking and well dressed couldn't possibly be heterosexual. Rick, on the other hand, insisted the waiter must be straight because he had never seen him out clubbing (apparently he knew every gay man in the world).

"I'd have definitely remembered that fabulous ass if I'd seen it before," said Rick.

"Well," replied Sam, "it's possible that he was checking all of us out. I mean, we are all three of us outrageously attractive. And anyway," he went on, rather sober now and with a sly, sidelong glance at Rick, "not everyone picks just one type and then sticks with it for life. Some of us can be attracted to boys and girls. Sometimes in the same night."

Boys and girls? The same night? My mind raced. So was Sam bi? Did my beloved Rick know this? Did he mind? I was completely flustered and confused. And, more to the point, I thought rather selfishly, if he does dig girls, is he attracted to me? But even if he was saying that he found me attractive, it was probably only in a superficial, aesthetic way rather than a sexual one, right? And even if he genuinely fancied me, it didn't matter. He was off limits. He was my best friend's boyfriend, and that made him as unattainable as you can get.

I was still musing over this dilemma (hypothetical, of course) when we reached Rick's flat, a lovely little apartment. Outside, the lights of the pier illuminated the horizon, voices giggled and shrieked, and Friday night was just beginning for many people. But I was tired and more than a little overwhelmed. I made my excuses and went to bed in Rick's spare room.

The boys weren't so quick to go to sleep, though. Through the wall I could hear them talking in low, rumbling voices and giggling. Then there was silence, and I knew that they were putting their hands on each other's bodies, unleashing the tension that they'd been building up all night. I could just picture them slowly undressing each other, peeling tight T-shirts and designer jeans off slightly sweaty skin to reveal two golden rippling torsos they would press together. Their cocks would be slapping each other in a play fight, their balls against each other's thighs as they kissed urgently, lips and teeth clashing. In my head, I replayed this imaginary film of Rick and Sam fucking, my own body growing hot and aroused as I did so. Their muffled noises next door turned to grunts and moans, a live sound track that made my pussy swell with desire.

Funny that in all the years I'd lived with Rick, I'd never actually heard what he sounded like during sex. We'd always had enough room and privacy to make as much noise as we liked without disturbing each other. But this, this was a new sound, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. The louder the guys got, the more aroused I became until I eventually made myself come. I parted my pussy lips with my fingers, leaving my clit exposed. Just ten seconds of light fondling and I came hard, biting down on my lip to suppress my own moans of delight. Waves of pleasure radiated from my clitoris, at last relieving the tension that had been building up all night, since the first moment I'd set eyes on Sam.