That night as Grace and I got ready for bed, I informed her about our houseguest. Noticing the bulge in my boxers, she teased that I must be turned on...by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She pointed out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn't act on it. We had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual.Janie and her guest arrived on Friday night just before dinnertime. As he stepped through the doorway and into our living room,. I caught her staring at it, something strange and hungry in her eyes.Let's go dancing, she said, and we cabbed to a club. It was called Lypstyx, and there wasn't a man in sight.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡In the safety of my bedroom, I stripped out of my dress, bra, and panties. My clothes smelled of perfume and spilled drinks and female sweat; scents that brought back the powerful passions of the night before.Scents of her.Standing nude before the full-length mirror, I inspected myself, just as I had before. Different. It felt ... like nothing she'd done, and yet it was similar to the first time she'd ever done it. It was weird, but exciting, too.She was so small down there, and she was so tense she just knew she couldn't loosen up in time. Then Alan slipped his finger between them and started diddling her clit. Bob pulled back, apparently disappointed.Okay, this she could do. She liked being on top. Oh, she could come from the regular way, but now she could control the depth and angle as well. And. ”“Stop with the drama Steph, he’s fine. Probably went back to Montana where his parents are from,” I tell her and she cuts me off fast.“He’s from Alaska, his parents were Norwegian. Friend? More like he was your stooge,” Stephanie snaps at me before hanging up the phone.How could I fuck up where he’s from? Where did Stuart go? I got to make shit up to him when we get back to college if he’s there. Please be there man, only real friend I’ve had in three years.My call isn’t even going to.