Lan thought life passed her by, so she decided to catch up with it.
Middle-age divorcee Lan Bellas-Ducharme comes to realize she is not the “Plain Jane” she had been made to believe she was. Suddenly faced with an abundance of choices, she explores sexuality and comes to realize that her actuality is obscured by the many layers of superficial integrity imposed on her over the years.
Eventually, Lan realizes it is not her charge to fit societal norms, and accepts her long-time friend Kate as a loving companion. But Lan needs one more thing to find absolution—a true loving man. With Kate’s help, she realizes that she must put her faith in the ageless power gifted to mankind at the dawn of time—her sexuality. She shows her truth, and accepts what it brings to her.
Such Choices we make—Such Things define us
Brett walked Lan to Kate’s door at eight-fifteen. Tom answered, peering at Lan with an ogling gaze as she offered her hand. He led them into the living room, where he got his first look at Kate, who sat listening to music on an MP3 player. Her dark blue eyes sparkled as she stood to greet them, offering him a brief, flirting smile as she greeted Lan with a kiss on the lips.
“You look so sweet in that!” she exclaimed as she looked Lan up and down.
“You too,” replied Lan, noting the tennis outfit she wore.
Patting his back, Tom quipped, “They bought matching outfits this morning.”
Brett wasn’t aware of the girl’s plans for the evening. He was looking forward to a short visit, after which he would invite Lan back to his place and try to repeat their last date, but he found himself gawking as the girls sat next to each other—their hair in ponytails, their feet in sneakers with ankle high socks.
Tom handed each of the girls a glass of white wine, then turned to Brett asking, “Wine or beer?”
“Beer’s fine,” he replied.
Handing Brett a bottle, Tom asked, “Sure I can’t interest you in a wine? You might not want beer on your breath… considering the occasion.”
“Occasion?” he asked, “What occasion? Did I miss something?”
Noting his dumbfounded look, Kate leaned forward and asked, “Yeah, Tom… what occasion?” Turning to Lan, she urged, “Hey, help me in the kitchen for a sec.”
Curiosity gripped him as they scooted off. Listening carefully, he heard Kate ask, “Didn’t you tell him?”
“Tell him what?” asked Lan, “This was your arrangement.”
His eyes widened as he heard Kate’s muffled voice say, “Your panties… hand ’em over.”
Dumbfounded, he looked at Tom with wide eyes and asked quietly, “Did I hear that right?”
“Shh,” urged Tom, “Listen.”
“Kate,” whined Lan, “You first.”
“There,” she answered, “Satisfied? Now hand ’em over.”
He heard a drawer slam closed as Kate quipped, “We’ll see how long it takes for someone to notice.”
“Don’t notice right away,” urged Tom, “Play along.”
Kate strutted back with Lan sauntering behind. She stood in front of them and announced, “Lan’s panties are in the utensil drawer.”
“Kate!” blurted Lan, swatting her.
“Aren’t they always?” asked Tom.
Brett spoke up, “Now I know I’m missing something.”
Kate approached him as Lan sat on the sofa offering Tom a weak punch on the arm. She leaned in smiling and asked in a low tone, “So, Brett, what were you thinking of doing tonight?”
Sipping the beer Tom offered him he answered, “I was coming to meet you guys…then I figured we’d go back to my place.”
“What were you going to do at your place that…you couldn’t do here?”
“Well…I’ll be honest. I’m hoping…you know…”
But as he answered, his attention was drawn to Tom’s hand caressing Lan’s thigh. As Kate sat on the arm of the chair he asked, “Are we maybe going to do here…what I was going to…” His eyes darted around the room from one soul to the next as he sipped his beer.
Lan looked over to him with her chin on Tom’s shoulder, as if looking for him to answer his own question. He put the beer on the coffee table stating as calmly as he could, “Well…I suppose I shouldn’t drink then.” He sat back in the chair, nervously asking, “So… is there some order of operations or something?”
“Stop, silly.” quipped Kate, leaning in, forehead to forehead. “It’s new to me too,” she whispered, “So let’s figure it out.”
“How about those two?” He asked as their attention turned to Tom kissing Lan’s neck on the sofa.
She whispered back, “They just look like they know what they’re doing because Lan read a book…they’re as confused as we are.”
He watched in amazement as Lan pulled off her top. A wave of heat overcame him at the thought of what was about to transpire. This was something he had longed for and sought, even at the expense of being told he was a real douche. He gave up asking for it when one too many girls broke up with him for doing so, but now he stumbled right into his fantasy, thinking to himself, these things really do happen as blood surged into his manhood, engorging it to bone-hard warmth.
His attention was pleasantly interrupted by warm breath on his left ear. He turned to meet Kate’s sparkling eyes. Leaning in for a kiss, he was surprised as she pushed out her hand to stop him.
“The only thing we don’t do is kiss,” she whispered, “Not on the lips… that’s for lovers.”
“Fair enough,” he mumbled, placing his palm across her naked right thigh and sliding his hand between her knees. She gave a peep of approval as her hand fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. Brett finished unbuttoning it himself, discarding it as she leaned in to kiss his chest and belly. He settled back in the chair, anxiously awaiting her carnal advance as his phallus throbbed beneath his pants.
She moved in front and dropped to her knees. As he raised his hips, she tugged his shorts off, leaving him in his boxers. He took a brief look at Lan, reclined into the sofa with her legs slightly agape, Tom knelt before her, kissing her knees and thighs.
His gaze shifted to Kate, smiling up at him as she massaged his raging wand through his boxers. As she pulled the elastic waistband down a few inches, his swollen head emerged. Her eyes opened wide as she laid eyes on her first extramarital indulgence.
He gave a soft, low groan as the moist firmness of her tongue flicked the tip of his pole, pressed against his fuzzy pelvis by the elastic waistband. She dropped them a little further—halfway down the shaft as it jumped, trying to free itself.
He shot a look to the sofa to see if Tom had dropped his pants, hoping to know if his length and girth measured up. But his shorts were still on. His only reference, for now at least, would be Kate’s reaction. He looked down again just as she teased his length—pulling the waistband down and pressing her tongue against the base of his engorged post, then working her way to the tip, where she offered a sassy smile, kissing the over-sized bulb.
He took in a deep breath as he felt her pull his boxers off. His stiff meat pointed skyward, wagging back and forth until her small hand wrapped around his meaty girth. Tucking his chin to his chest, he watched half his throbbing post disappear under the blonde head at his lap and felt the moist warmth of her inviting mouth as she took him in. Bolts of bliss ran the length of his living shaft as she bathed it in the moist tissues inside her cheeks. As she bobbed up and down, her blonde hair fell over his tummy and thighs. He stared at the eroticism so suddenly offered only moments ago, stunned that it was being so pleasantly fulfilled.
Again he looked to the sofa, where Lan lay back with her legs spread wide, her butt at the edge of the cushion. Her feet were tip-toe on the floor with little sneaker-socks on them and she was still wearing that cute tennis-style skirt, now folded up over her tummy while Tom tasted her pelvis like a honey pot. Most of her face lay hidden behind her full auburn hair, but he saw her mouth was wide open and could picture her pleasured look as Tom swabbed his tongue over the sensitive tissue of her divine invitation.
Your wife is giving me head, he thought as he watched Tom pressing his lips against Lan’s apex, She’s sucking me—wrapping her lips around me. All her thoughts are on my meat and you don’t mind. But as Lan groaned and flexed her spine forward, thrusting her legs wide for him, he realized the erotic glory of the trade this couple was making.
Kate orchestrated a glorious medley of bobs, strokes and tongue dabbles. He groaned long and low at her carnal effort. Still holding him tightly between her lips, she fixed her deep blue gaze on him. As he peered into the black dots of her pupils, he wondered what thoughts could be firing behind them. Was she a slave to ecstasy, he wondered, or did she simply crave new genealogy? Perhaps it was both, or perhaps even more. With her sparkling gaze still fixed, she hummed as if seeking a reaction. “God. that’s incredible,” he moaned to acknowledge her.
Kate stood up and stepped out of her skirt, tossing it onto the heap of clothes that had been growing beside the chair. Motioning him to sit still, she walked over to Tom, tapping his shoulder and shooing him from between Lan’s legs with a smile.
She closed Lan’s legs enough to pull her skirt off before she knelt, taking Tom’s place between her knees. The men watched with wide eyes and open mouths, each taking rapid, shallow breaths as her blonde mane fell across Lan’s sculptured pelvis. She hummed sweetly into the vessel before her, stopping for just a moment to address the men. “Are you guys just gonna stand there?” she asked.
Tom offered him a gentleman’s hand gesture, so he sprang to his feet and scrambled into position behind Kate, grasping the soft skin atop the crests of her hips. His heart thumped in his chest as he felt the welcoming wet heat of her womb atop his swollen pole. She gave a womanly purr as the engorged head parted her labia. He scanned up her backside to Lan—her navel barely showing through the flaxen shimmers of blonde hair washing over it. Her breasts jiggled in circular motion as Kate played music within her. Her eyes were open only slightly—her mouth agape in a soft moan as he pressed forward into the warm wetness of Kate’s velvety vessel.
“You okay?” he asked down.
“Get that thing in me!” replied Kate in a muffled response.
Tightening the grip around her waist, he rocked forward, pushing his sizeable girth into tissue touched by only one man before him. Kate moaned in unison with Lan as he pushed again, this time deep into her velvety depths. With a short adjustment of his hips he found himself buried completely in her feminine heat—his sac resting against her soaking slit.
Knowing Tom would soon tire of watching, he began a steady stroke, diving into her welcoming privacy and enjoying the wanton feel of a new woman’s juices bathing him. His mind swirled in delightful wonder and anticipation of things to come. He was taking a beautiful blonde—mating with her in front of her approving husband who would in turn please the woman who had for so long infatuated him, then he would have her too.