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From: cyan@protgp.com
Subject: {ASSM} Avoiding Trouble
Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:10:01 -0400
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Hi all,

Here is another story of mine.  My previously posted stories can
be found at:

<http://groups.google.com/groups?q=author:cyan%40protgp.com>

Enjoy!

-Cy
<http://cyan.protgp.com/>



Avoiding Trouble
by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan


Hmm, well, said Angela and I could see she was 
contemplating the question *what next?*  It had certainly 
been a busy day, and wed been quite late getting to 
supper, so I could easily imagine just going back up to 
our room and reading a bit before falling asleep, even if 
this was our vacation.  And I knew Angela enjoyed such 
evenings too even if she did tend to push herself out more 
than I did.

At least we were no longer feeling so hungry.  I wonder 
where the men gather around here? Angela mused.  Well, 
that was Angela for you.  And the truth is, when we 
envisioned this trip, we did indeed give some thought to 
the guys we might meet.  But I suppose the difference 
between Angela and me was that she is inclined to follow 
through and put herself out there while left to myself, 
Im likely to take the easy route and end up meeting no 
one.  Perhaps shes been good for me.

Where do you get the energy? I said.

She grinned.  Youre not pooping out on me, are you?

We got up at six this morning, I pointed out.

Your idea, as I recall, and I pointed out the 
disadvantages.  So what is it next, back to the ol hotel 
room?

I said nothing and that was enough for her to get the 
picture.

Therell be other nights, said Angela, gotta make sure 
youre not still a virgin when we get home.  Now that was 
outright slander, but I knew she merely referred to the 
fact that my experiences tended to be infrequent.  Well 
write off the sex for our first night.  I usually just 
ignore her more outrageous comments like that one.  Of 
course, she added with a sly look, with just the two of 
us a thousand miles from anyone, this would be our perfect 
chance if we wanted to see what *it* would be like...

It? I asked.

She looked at me and grinned.  Dont say you never 
wondered.  Every woman does.  I began to think I knew 
what she was talking about but couldnt believe it of her!  
She grinned even more if anything.  Im *not* suggesting 
something, but--you will admit youve wondered, right?

Had I wondered what it would be like with another woman?  
Im sure I must have but Id certainly never dwelled on 
the idea.  I well knew what appealed to me and that was a 
relationship with a man.  Besides, Angela said, I know 
a sure way to put a friendship in danger is to experiment 
with a little sex.  Would both friends manage to keep it 
just sex?  Or would they start feeling something?  Or just 
one of them?  And then what about when they wanted to move 
on?  If it was more than sex to even one of them, carrying 
on the friendship afterward would be difficult.

I admit I was getting uncomfortable with the way she went 
on about the subject even if I privately agreed with her 
objections.  I felt I had to show her I understood but 
somehow agreeing seemed like it would also be admitting 
something that simply wasnt true, that without such 
specific objections Id be open to the idea.  Sometimes 
Angela is just a bit hard for me to deal with.  I know 
what you mean, I finally said.

Of course you do, said Angela, and though I watched for 
any hint that she was reading something into this, I 
sensed nothing.  But I well knew there were occasions when 
it was hard to read Angela.  But, you know...

When she paused, I stared at her, no clue what she might 
say, but somehow very uncomfortable.  Purely 
theoretically, of course, I figured out a solution.  I 
stared.  She grinned at me again.  I said 
*theoretically,* she said, apparently amused at my 
reaction.

For moments, we said nothing.  The thought crossed my mind 
that it would be an excellent time to change the subject, 
but as all too often, my mind came up short and I sat 
there paralyzed.  One way to make sure its just sex and 
nothing else is if you had *three* instead of two.  Then 
no one would mistake it for...

We sat there again, the pause far too pregnant.  I even 
briefly wondered whether I regretted the whole trip.  And 
its funny, but my mind hadnt even come to the issue of 
how such a thing might be done, merely the fact that 
Angela was saying these things, obviously with *that* in 
her mind.  

Excuse me, Angela said.  It was our waitress she spoke 
to, who had come to take away our plates.  When the 
waitress paused, Angela said, come up to our room when 
you get off.  Well have a couple of drinks.

I sat there in shock.  The waitress stared at Angela a 
second, then recovered.  Im afraid I have to get home, 
but thanks.  She looked as if the issue was closed, and I 
could see she meant to finish clearing and leave as soon 
as she could.

Just a drink, said Angela, certainly you can use a 
minute to relax after working here.  To show our 
appreciation.

I needed to say something to prevent this from going any 
further, but the idea of making some sort of scene was 
beyond me.  No, but thanks, said the waitress, with 
deliberate patience.

We could use the company.  And would love it if you could 
give us the inside scoop on this town, right Leah?  She 
glanced at me!  She was pulling me into this.  Well, our 
room number will be on the check, said Angela, at least 
think about it.

The waitress hesitated a second, then said Sure, and I 
could tell she was just glad for an easy way out of the 
conversation.

Itll be fun, said Angela, just a little different 
talking to someone besides the same people you see every 
day.  But the waitress left without saying more.

Angela! I said, but then didnt know where to begin.

She just smiled.  Its no big deal, she said.  A drink, 
and maybe find out about this town, maybe the neat places 
tourists overlook.  She made it sound so innocent, but I 
knew Angela had a way of explaining away her wilder 
schemes.  But on the other hand, it was very difficult to 
imagine the Angela Id known so long actually doing what 
shed just been suggesting and it was very like her to 
merely flirt a touch with something outrageous without 
going through with it.  I withheld further comment and the 
only other thing that happened in the restaurant was that 
Angela kept smiling when the waitress was back and Angela 
told her wed enjoyed ourselves immensely.  Come if you 
can, was the last thing she said to the waitress.

By then, Angela and I had fallen into one of our typical 
patterns: she embarks on outrageous conversations with 
other people while I stand there embarrassed, begging her 
to stop when I have the chance.  We looked a little more 
around the hotel, checking out what sort of crowd was in 
the club, but soon headed for our room and it wasnt long 
before I was reading and Angela had the TV on.

And it wasnt too much later when there was a knock on our 
door.

Come in, said Angela as she opened the door, sounding 
delighted.  I wouldnt have credited it, but it was indeed 
our waitress whom Angela quickly determined was named 
Kirsten.  Youve made our day, said Angela, a touch too 
enthusiastically.  And she pulled out a bottle of wine 
wed acquired earlier during the day as well as our 
bathroom cups.  Tell us, where are you from?

And we soon knew that she went to college in Boston, was 
working through the summer, and wed shared with her just 
a little about life in the midwest in corporate America.  
Have you got a boyfriend? Angela asked.

Well, said Kirsten, hesitating a touch, not really.

Now *that* needs an explanation, said Angela though it 
was one of those times that I could see that it would be 
kinder to let the subject drop.  Turns out Kirsten had 
broken up with a guy right after the end of the semester.  
Well, its obvious that you could have another guy at the 
snap of your finger, said Angela.  Kirsten actually 
blushed.  Youre a sexy little thing, added Angela.

Kirsten blushed scarlet.  Possibly I had too, at such a 
comment after Angelas earlier performance, but I was so 
amazed at what I was watching I dont recall.  And as I 
watched, Angela scooted closer to Kirsten.  Are guys 
always coming on to you? said Angela.

Kirsten looked out of her depth.  No, she finally said.

But they do, sometimes, said Angela.  And as she said 
it, she lifted her hand and rearranged Kirstens hair on 
her shoulder.  How could they not?

After just a little more hesitation, Kirsten said, 
Listen, I have to go.

But she didnt.  After a moment more touching her hair, 
Angela said, No you dont.

Kirsten suddenly stood.  Once out of Angelas reach, she 
stopped and said, I *really* have to go, Im sorry.

Angela patted the bed where Kirsten had been sitting and 
backed up slightly.  Were just getting started, she 
said, smiling brightly.  We need you tell us about this 
town.  After a pause, she said, were just going to 
talk, OK?

Kirsten stood there, looking indecisive.  What do you 
need to know? she asked without moving an inch.

Well, said Angela.  What to see, where we might go 
thats *better* than these tourist places.

I really havent been here very long, said Kirsten.

Just relax, said Angela.  Youve had a hard day.  She 
picked up the wine.  Come on, just one more drink.  OK?

After another excruciating five seconds, Kirsten said, 
Look, I thought...

She didnt finish.  Angela stood, still with the bottle.  
She picked up Kirstens cup and poured.  Kirsten stared at 
her.  Just a drink, said Angela, handing her the cup.

Please... said Kirsten, but again she didnt finish the 
thought.

Relax, its OK, said Angela.  Then she drew Kirstens 
hand, leading her back to where shed been sitting.  
Youve had a hard day, repeated Angela.  Just relax a 
bit, she said as she sat again.  Tell us about Jim.

Jim had been her boyfriend.  She looked nervous as she 
gave us a little rundown of Jims interests and points, 
good and bad.  As she spoke, Angela again moved close to 
her.  Kirsten still looked nervous though talking seemed 
to calm her a bit.  Angela then put her hand on Kirstens 
back.  Well he was an idiot to lose a stunner like you, 
commented Angela.

Kirsten said nothing, and this time didnt move.  Angela 
moved her hand slightly in a little caress.  You are a 
beauty and he doesnt deserve you in the least, said 
Angela.  An absolute beauty.

I *knew* Kirsten would get up and leave again, but she 
just sat there and I wondered if she were as paralyzed as 
I sometimes feel when Im out of my depth.  Angela slowly 
raised her hand and caressed her head.  Then she slowly 
leaned over and softly kissed Kirstens cheek.  Then, 
still with no sudden movements, she began to unbutton 
Kirstens blouse.

There was no doubt now, in Kirstens mind or in mine.  The 
room was totally silent except I heard Kirstens breath, 
slightly ragged as if she were frightened out of her mind.  
Angela continued unbuttoning and soon Kirstens blouse was 
open.  Angela managed to give me a momentary sly smile, 
then began pushing Kirstens blouse off.

Kirsten never moved a muscle, but after a moment, she said 
I cant do this.

Were just relaxing, said Angela.  She pushed the blouse 
off and Kirsten sat in her bra.  Then, Angela slipped up 
on the bed behind her and concentrated on undoing it.  She 
had it undone in a second, and in smooth motions, slipped 
it off.

No, said Kirsten.

Drink, said Angela and picked up the cup and put it to 
Kirstens lips.  Angela hadnt made any show of looking at 
Kirstens breasts which were now totally uncovered.  
Angela put the cup down.  Stand up, she said, standing 
herself and drawing Kirsten up by the hands.  Then she 
knelt in front of Kirsten and began undoing her pants.  
While she was doing it, she gave me a little look and with 
a motion of her head told me to come over.  I heard 
Kirsten make a tiny noise, almost a squeak.  I could feel 
her fear and embarrassment.  Leah, Angela said, looking 
my way again.  Kirstens pants were down at her feet and 
Angela slid her underpants down with them.

Please, no, said Kirsten.

Angela stood.  Dont worry, were just going to relax a 
little.  Then she guided Kirsten over to me!

As I sat, they faced me, Kirsten totally nude, Angela 
standing behind her.  Angela ran her hands over Kirstens 
hips and sides.  Then she reached forward and took one of 
my hands which she put on Kirstens stomach.  Angela stood 
close to her, her head over Kirstens shoulder.  You are 
so sweet, she whispered in Kirstens ear.

I sat there, my hand on Kirstens stomach, watching 
Angelas hands roam up and down her sides.  Seeming 
unsatisfied, Angela reached and lifted my hand until it 
was on Kirstens breast.  Kirstens eyes were closed.  
You know women love your body, said Angela.  Youve 
done this before.

No, said Kirsten.

I think you have, said Angela.  My hand was still on 
Kirstens breast and Angela reached up and held her other 
breast.

No, said Kirsten.

In your mind you have, said Angela.  She kissed 
Kirstens ear and neck and reached to take my hand which 
hadnt moved and started moving it.  Your breasts are 
perfect, said Angela.  If not perfect, they were awfully 
good.  She moved to Kirstens side, then began to lower 
her down onto the bed next to me!  Soon Kirsten was on her 
side and Angela immediately lay facing her, then grasping 
her, rolled so Kirsten was on top of her.  She pulled 
Kirstens head into a kiss.

I sat there, still stunned by what was happening.  As I 
sat, Angela reached and took my wrist again, putting my 
hand on Kirstens rear.  Before letting go, she moved it 
in a caressing circle.

When shed released me, I continued caressing.  Angela had 
said her breasts were perfect, but her rear was absolutely 
beautiful and I dont think I could have withdrawn my hand 
if Id wanted to.  You are pure sex, said Angela.  You 
are what women want.

She went back to kissing Kirsten and for moments, I simply 
caressed her rear and the back of her thighs while they 
lay there like that.  But after a minute, she rolled 
Kirsten back to the bed toward me, lying her on her back.  
Then sitting up, she leaned over and kissed her breast 
while fingering her sex.  But after just another moment, 
she suddenly lifted her head, and pulled *me* into a kiss.

I was kissing Angela.  Releasing me after a moment, she 
guided my mouth to Kirstens breast, all while still 
fingering her.  You come thinking about women, dont 
you? said Angela.

No, said Kirsten, her voice breathy.

Yes you do.  Even with Jim, you thought about it, Ill 
bet.

Kirsten didnt answer as her breathing picked up.  I was 
there with her nipple in my mouth, astonished at how this 
day was ending.  Thinking about what sort of such tonguing 
appeals to me, I did my best, but Im sure Angelas 
fingers were doing far more.  Kirsten came.

I withdrew to give her respite from the stimulation.  
Kiss her, said Angela but I could see she meant kiss her 
cheek and mouth so I lay down next to her.  As I did so, I 
found Angela had her own top off and was taking off her 
bra.  Kiss her, she repeated and I obeyed.

Kirsten lay recovering, barely kissing me back.  Out of 
the corner of my eye, I saw that Angela was nude as she 
lay next to Kirsten again.  Seemingly with no thought for 
me, she grabbed Kirstens head and turned it so she could 
be the one to kiss her.  Momentary left alone, I saw them 
both naked, kissing and wondered if I should be elsewhere.  
I sat up and found myself looking down at them, the 
mussed-up bed, the clothing, the empty wine bottle and 
cups.  Angela noticed me, broke off the kiss, and said, 
Get undressed.

Somehow, doing that would be *it.*  Then I would 
definitely be a participant, but of course in truth I 
already was a participant.  Hurry, said Angela.  I still 
did nothing and seemingly reluctantly, Angela gave up 
kissing Kirsten and sat up, facing me.

I remember the look on Angelas face.  For a moment there 
was sort of frustration, but then she put on a 
deliberately sexy look, locking eyes with me.  Reaching 
over, she began undoing *my* blouse!  I knew I was 
committing myself to more just by sitting there.  She 
leaned over Kirsten and kissed me on the lips as she 
undressed me.

We all slept in one bed that night, the three of us.  
Kirsten remained in the middle, sometimes facing me, 
sometimes Angela.  I touched every part of Kirstens body 
that night, and I had my hand on her rear most of it.

I woke in the morning to find them both dead to the world.  
Getting up quietly, and thinking about what had happened, 
I wasnt sure what to do.  Finally I figured Id better 
shower but I hadnt been there for more than a minute when 
Angela joined me, bringing Kirsten with her.  I wasnt 
sure what to say to Angela but I never had the chance, 
hands were on me in seconds, all over me.

We were together every night that week as well as one 
afternoon outdoor adventure which has to go down as my 
most daring experience ever.  But the thing I remember 
most clearly was one night where after the two of them had 
performed miracles on me yet another time, Angela said to 
me, you know, of the three of us, youre by far the one 
who likes sex the best.  I wasnt at the time in any 
condition to ask her to explain it and I never have asked 
though its always been on my mind.

Of course, theres also the story of how well we managed 
to handle going back to the real world, whether Angelas 
little theory holds water.  Weve done reasonably well 
holding on to friendship.  There have been occasions in 
public when shes given me a knowing glance, as if we were 
lovers or some such thing, and I have been surprised to 
find there are times when I am tempted to instigate a bit 
more fun.  But the thing that gets me the most are the sly 
little looks she gives me when the two of us are out 
somewhere and we have occasion to talk to an attractive 
woman.




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