Chapter 5
"Look, Janet, relax," Troy Martin said, placing his hand over hers. "It doesn't make any difference if we ball or not, we're getting to know each other and making friends, right?"
"Troy's right," Faye said in her musical voice. "We know how you feel. You should have seen me on our first swinging date! I was so nervous I almost wet my pants."
"You did later on," Troy laughed.
"He always says that because I'm so horny I get excited when I'm dancing with a man," Faye replied. "Anyway, the first time is always a little freaky. You don't know what to expect. That's why we always like to meet people first, so we can size them up. I think it puts everybody more at ease."
"Thanks, Faye," Janet said with a warm smile crossing her lips for the first time since the Martins had joined them in the restaurant. Janet had recognized them the minute they walked in the door. They were exactly like their photos. Troy was tall and good-looking, and wore his hair fairly long. His blue blazer concealed the muscular body Janet had seen in the photo.
Faye wasn't quite as good-looking as her photo. Janet decided the redhead had chosen the most flattering angle. But Faye was all personality. Like so many petite girls, she was lively and vivacious. Janet had always envied this life-of-the-party type, and she couldn't help but be a little jealous of Faye. The redhead had a terrific figure, and she dressed to show it. Her breasts were in plain sight in the low scoop blouse she wore, with only the nipples covered. Janet had noted that Fred could hardly take his eyes off the pretty girl.
"What business are you in, Troy?" Fred asked, pleased that the first few minutes were finally past and the ice was broken. "Booze," Troy said with a smile. "I work for an importer of Scotch, and I guess I'm about the most junior executive they have. My company has been twenty years trying to break the stranglehold several families in Boston have had on the import of Scotch, and we're finally beginning to show some progress."
"Troy travels quite a bit," Faye added, "and I go with him. We have swinging friends all over the country. It's like belonging to an exclusive club, and you meet the nicest and most interesting people." "I cracked the St. Louis market through some people we met swinging," Troy remarked.
"That's interesting," Fred commented, taking his eyes off Faye's tits for the first time.
"What business are you in, Fred?" Faye asked, placing her hand on his leg beneath the table.
Fred told them about his former company, but did not mention the new job he was supposed to start on the following week. "So I'm among the millions of unemployed at the moment," Fred concluded with a smile. "But I have an invention that I'm busy perfecting. It's ready now, but I have to put together a company to manufacture it and get it on the market."
"You'll have to excuse Fred," Janet said. "He's designed a computer that will tend bar and he has a one-track mind." "A computer for a bartender?" Faye said. "Well, you'll have to make it sexy-looking, Fred, or we women won't patronize it. Anyway, how can a computer fix up a lonely girl or guy with a date? That's what bartenders are for."
They all laughed, then ordered another round of drinks as they gave the waiter their dinner orders.
"Are you serious?" Tray asked when the waiter left. "A computer that will take the place of a bartender?"
"Absolutely," Fred replied with a smile. "And a computer won't spill liquor and put its hand in the till. It will keep a perfect, up-to-the-minute inventory as well. It can increase both the profit of a large bar by twenty-five per cent or more. The market is unlimited." "Fred, please," Janet said with a laugh. "We've just met these people and you're already trying to brainwash them about your computer."
The waiter arrived with giant shrimp cocktails and they all started eating.
"Sometime," Tray remarked as they finished their salads, "I'd like to talk to you more about this project of yours, Fred. I might even be able to help you with it" "Let's get together, then," Fred said.
"There's nothing he'd rather do than talk about that computer," Janet remarked.
"Except make love," Fred laughed.
"I'm better at that than I am at computers," Faye giggled. Pretending that she had dropped her napkin, Faye leaned forward and boldly ran her hand up Fred's leg under the table. Her deft fingers located his cock and she traced it lightly with her nails and then gave it a squeeze. Janet didn't miss a move of the action on the other side of the table. She guessed what Faye had done and saw Fred's reaction. The knowledge that another woman was making a pass at her husband made Janet blush. She was also a little jealous.
Their broiled lobsters came and Janet was relieved to be busy eating. Janet's head was swimming with all the drinks they had consumed, and she sipped her wine slowly with dinner. But every time her glass was half-empty, Troy filled it. And by the time they finished, Janet felt definitely flushed.
"Dance?" Troy asked as they sipped their coffee. "I'd love to," Janet replied, allowing him to help her out of the booth and following him through the tables to the small dance floor. She had to concentrate on walking a straight line and laughed at herself for being so tight.
Janet flowed into Troy's arms and realized for the first time that he was a very tall man. Being a tall girl, she loved to be with men who were taller than she was. She relaxed when he pulled her close and she felt the hard muscles of his chest and arms as they began to move about the floor. Janet was furious with herself when she missed a step twice. She prided herself on being a good dancer, and she knew she had met her match in Troy Martin. He moved easily and with grace, and he was a strong lead. It was more than that, Janet realized. Troy seemed to flow with the music as if the music were a part of his body.
As they danced toward the booth, Janet saw Fred and Faye engaged in what looked like an animated conversation. Faye was all over Fred, leaning against him and touching him constantly. When she saw Faye's hand drop to Fred's lap, Janet felt a twinge of anger shoot through her. She deliberately brought her body closer to Troy's and almost gasped when she felt his hard cock rub against her.
It was so huge! Janet knew that she should have been embarrassed, but she felt the blood coursing through her body and the old familiar itch between her legs.
She glanced back at Fred in time to see him kiss Faye, and Janet began to relax. She had no reason to feel guilty about liking Troy, particularly with Fred acting that way about Faye!
"You are a sexy man," Faye whispered in Fred's ear as she ran her fingers up and down the outline of his rigid prick beneath the table. "Do you like to go down on a girl?
"You know it!" Fred replied enthusiastically. "I'd like to put you on a plate and gobble you up right here."
"Christ, I'll come just talking about it!" Faye whispered. "Do you like it Greek style?"
"You'd better clarify the term," Fred laughed. "Remember, we're new to swinging."
"Greek style-up the ass, silly!" Faye said softly, squeezing his straining prick through the material of his pants.
"God, yes."
"I like everything," Faye whispered, "but Greek love is something extra special. Troy says I must have an extra clitoris up there." Fred laughed. Faye was the typical sex kitten, a real sex machine but not very smart in anything else. He couldn't help but like her, and right now he'd give anything to have her alone in a room with him. Imagine a girl actually asking for it up the ass! And those tits of hers! They were full and so firm.
"Well," Fred said quietly, "what's the next move?"
"We split," Faye replied, "whenever you're ready."
"What about them?" Fred asked, nodding to the dance floor. "You want to go all together?" Faye asked. "Most new swingers like the separate scene first."
"No, I meant what do we do about them?" Fred replied. "Look, don't worry about Janet and Troy. He's got a big cock and he knows how to use it. Janet will be well serviced." "Do we meet somewhere later?" Fred asked, his prick aching as she continued teasing him. He had no idea how he would manage to walk out of the restaurant without his hard-on obvious for the world to see. "Oh," Faye replied. "I see what you mean. Look, why don't you drive me to work in the morning and Troy will take Janet to work?" "Fine," Fred agreed, "but how will they know that?" "Just leave that to me. Troy and I have hand signs. You and Janet will have to develop some of your own for later on." She watched the dancing couple and when Troy was facing her, Faye held up two fingers. Troy nodded and Faye turned back to Fred. "See how easy that was?" "Great!" Fred said. "How about the check?"
"Look, we invited you to dinner. Let's split and ball!"