The door knocked menacingly as if from a horror movie. Jess sprang up from next to me and started chanting “Oh my god” like a mantra, over and over. I rushed out of bed and found my robe and threw it on.
“Get in the closet!” I whispered harshly threw my teeth.
She scuttled into the closet, covering her breasts and vagina, from who I wasn’t really sure; whoever was at the door wasn’t in yet. I closed the door, wrapped the robe around me and walked towards the door. I could imagine my entire relationship crumbling down as Jess leapt out of the closet at the wrong time. I wondered what would happen if my girlfriend opened the closet and naked Jess sprung out like perverted magic trick. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but at this point I couldn’t just ignore the knocking. I had to answer it and face the music. I opened the door slowly.
To my jubilation and my puzzlement, the knocking did not come from my girlfriend but rather from two strangers, a man and a woman who were a few years older than me, maybe 26 or 27. The man was taller than I was, about 6’2” or so, and pretty well built. He was Hispanic with dark tan complexion and I would put around 190 lbs, so a force to be reckoned with. His wife or girlfriend was a tall white girl with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7” and I would guess about 120 lbs. Her hair was about 6 or 7 inches past her shoulder and hung over small facial features punctuated by classic baby blues. They were an attractive couple, but they didn’t look thrilled. It was pretty late, about 2:00 AM.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked wearily and nervously.
“Well, what is all the noise coming from?” asked the man, who spoke with a medium accent.
I glanced back over my shoulder to see if Jess had wandered out, hearing that it wasn’t my girlfriend. She hadn’t.
“To be honest,” I began, “I am in here with a woman.”
“See? I told you so!” the woman said sharply and gave him a little whack on the stomach.
“Man, I feel really bad, I am so sorry,” I apologized. “Do you guys want to come in?” I couldn’t believe I had said that as soon as it slipped out of my mouth. I was sure they just wanted to get some sleep though.
They looked at each other and the woman cocked her head to the side as they communicated non-verbally. “Sure,” she said simply and they came in.
They walked over to the couch and had a seat. They were both in their sleepwear, she in little red sleep shorts and tank top and he in cotton pajama pants and a T-shirt that he had clearly juts picked off the ground, probably in his haste to come over. There were wrinkles all over it. They seemed oddly at ease for being in a stranger’s apartment, owned by someone they knew had just been having loud sex.
“So,” I started, “My name is Will. What’s yours?”
“My name is Mandy,” the woman answered, “and this is Ramon.” Ramon nodded.
“Nice to meet you guys. You live on the other side of that wall?” I said and pointed towards the bedroom.
“Yes, we have lived there for about 5 months now,” Ramon said.
“Cool, you guys have been here longer than me,” I said. “What do you guys do for fun?”
“Well,” Mandy said, “I like to cook and run, and Ramon runs with me sometimes and he also likes to build things. He’s very good with his hands.”
With this she looked up at him and smiled and they exchanged a knowing glance. It seemed they were in agreement that he was good with his hands and he rubbed his on hers sensually. “We also like to swing,” Mandy finished.
I sat across from them and looked at both of them straight on. They were smiling, but not because they were joking. My face must have gone blank, because Ramon laughed.
“You look like you have seen a ghost,” he laughed heartily. “Have you ever tried swinging before?”
I answered that I hadn’t and my palms started to get sweaty. Ramon reached over and started rubbing Mandy’s leg, up by her waist and moving his hands to the inside of her thigh. I looked around nervously.
“So what do you think?” Ramon asked. “Is this something you would like to try?”
I was fascinated by the idea to be honest, spurred on by Mandy’s tight little body in front of me, but I wasn’t sure how Jess was going to feel. In addition, she wasn’t even my girlfriend. What if Ramon and Mandy came over unexpectedly one night and my girlfriend was here? She would probably throw me out forever. Realizing that I was between a rock and a hard place, I just explained the situation to them.
To my relief, they understood completely. They didn’t judge me for cheating on my girlfriend, they just nodded compassionately. I told them that I was game if Jess was but that I didn’t think she would be. She was pretty young I said and just starting to come into her own sexually.
“I want to,” Jess said quietly.
She had been hiding around the corner, listening to our conversation from the privacy of the bedroom. She came around the corner, wearing a white dress shirt of mine she must have found in the closet. It was much too big for her, so it came down like a dress to mid thigh, covering up her privates. Her nipples poked out through the shirt.
“So this is the little lady!” cried Ramon. He seemed to be getting more and more excited by the minute as the plan unfurled before him. Jess had become much more shy in the company of new people, looked sheepishly at the ground and quickly tucked some of her long red hair behind her ear. Ramon stood up and took off his shirt, revealing a well toned stomach and chest.