I met a girl online that came on particularly strong. She had just returned from an orgy in Vermont. For the sake of fictionalizing these stories, all orgies take place in Vermont. They have nothing better to do up there, except what, bird watching?

She was still horny as hell from the orgy. We had only been texting and calling for maybe a day or so, but she wanted to meet me immediately to hook up.

As I mentioned in my previous post, the huge advantage in identifying as bi is that you get paired with other bi people, and openly bi people generally are very pro-sex and the single ones are adventurous.

Many of my previous partners have been bi and this woman wasn’t the first I’ve dated that liked to attend orgies. One of my exes used to work for Playboy, and their work parties were exactly what you’d think they would be. After one fashion photo shoot, she banged the client, the client’s wife, three male models, and her boss.

This woman’s fantasy was to have two guys at once. Usually, that means either an “Eiffel Tower” or double penetration. She’d already done those, and she had something more exotic in mind. Specifically, she wanted two men to have sex with one another, while she performed fellatio on the receiving guy. Sort of a gender-reversed double penetration. I told her I didn’t know if I was experienced enough to fulfill her desire, my bisexual encounters only involved oral, but I might try it. She said that we could work our way up to it.

Instead, I agreed to meet her one on one.

We met each other at a bar down south, for some dinner and drinks. She invited me to drive out to a spot on the river she liked, so I grabbed a bottle of wine and followed her. Because of all the rain, the river was gushing and overflowing its banks. We could not get close to it. Instead, we sat on a guardrail on a deserted country road. The river was roaring behind us, and fireflies were lighting up the canopy of trees around us like a fireworks display. It was a magical night. I turned to her and we began to kiss passionately.

At first, she was hesitant, alternating between making out with me and pulling away; saying that we were going too fast.

I wanted her to come to me, so I sat back, tempting her. When she did come to me, I was aggressive. I pulled her head back kissing her lips, her earlobes, and gently ringing her with a necklace of kisses. I watched her smile in the dim glow of the night sky. Pulling down her dress and bra, I moved on to her breasts. I wanted to light up every inch of her.

Bathed in starlight and the winking glow of the fireflies, I pulled her close and I moved my hands down her body, to her waist and butt. I realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and said as much. She said that she never does. I dropped to my knees and hiked up her sundress. I buried my head between her legs. She felt and tasted like peaches.

We wanted to go further, but she was on her period and had a tampon in. I asked her if she could take it out, but she didn’t have another tampon with her. Also, it was probably a bad idea to get blood on a white sundress. Instead, she went down and gave me one of the most expertly performed blow jobs I’ve ever had. I stopped her after a minute or so. I was worried about her messing up her dress or scrapping her knees on the wet pavement, but what she was doing was very much appreciated.

She then offered to let me take her in the ass. Anal was and is considered somewhat usual in cultures where contraception is either unavailable or prohibited. European Catholics mostly. In the US, it’s considered more of an extreme sex act, something you do when vaginal stuff gets a bit mundane and you need a little variety.

It was a very tempting offer, but I turned her down. She was hot, with curves in all the right places. She had an amazing butt and bending her over the safety rail would have been wonderful. I feel stupid now for passing on it, it was a wasted opportunity. It was a little too far too fast though.

While I had brought condoms, I had not thought to bring lube. My experience with anal is that it’s painful for the recipient without adequate lubrication, and possibly messy. We could have figured something out though, I should have said yes.

We continued on with manual and oral congress until the clock struck midnight and our carriage turned back into a pumpkin. We parted ways, and never saw each other again.