BETWEEN TWO CALLS - 3rd chapter from SHE AND THE BLUES - an original short story by @shemZee

The chapter explores intimate conversations and the complexities of relationships, delving into the nuances of personal boundaries and desires. It navigates the characters' perspectives on intimacy, unveiling their individual inclinations and aversions towards group experiences. Through candid dialogues, it addresses the intricacies of sexual preferences, revealing a spectrum of comfort levels and personal values.

BETWEEN TWO CALLS

"Hello?"
"You wanted me to tell you about my dream."
"Excuse me?1"
"The dream starts from the tip of your toes..."
"Wait... What..."
"The toes of your pointed-up foot that ends with the sharp heel of your shoe..."
"Oh my..."
"In the moonlight, your legs look so perfect, the left one leaning against my shoulder, the right one - down and bent at the knee, pressing your thigh against me... do you want to hear more?"
"Y-yes... she does... more"
"Your skin, tingling with anticipation, is smooth and silky against the dark background of the dream...
"More..."
"I can't see your face, but I hear the sounds of pleasure and gently enter in you..."
"Oh, yes..."
"From your elegant outfit, only the shoes remain, which I, in an excited voice, asked you to leave..."
"M-m... more"
"With them, your silhouette is impeccable... I travel with my tongue along the smooth surface of your leg"
"Oh..."
"And I feel the tingling down there, the contraction and pulsation of life-giving muscles..."
"Where... where... are you calling from..."
"I'm at the door..."
"Oh, you... monster..."
Stella abruptly opened the door of the apartment. She was wet-haired and in a bathrobe. Stan, all dressed in black, was smiling at her with a yellow rose in his left hand and a phone in his right. There was something resembling a backpack on his back. She took the rose and impatiently gestured him inside. He entered straight into the "gramophone" and very carefully took off from his back the cover with the guitar, which at first looked like a backpack.

" Oh! A guitar! " she exclaimed.
" It's for later. We have two hours. "
" Two hours? What happens after two hours? "
" Secret concert. You're invited. "
" Really? "
" Yes. And right now, I want you, very, very much... "
" It already started... on its own... " she said and removed the bathrobe - " let him continue from where he was interrupted... "

                                                         ***

The room once again looked like a battlefield. More precisely - a battlefield after a battle. The song "Fool to Cry" by the Stones was playing from the gramophone, and the scent stick (bergamot) and lit cigarettes mixed their scents. The ashtray was on the bed between them. She didn't hide like before. She lay there unconcerned that she wasn't wrapped up. She looked at him and asked softly:

" This event... this secret concert... won't turn out to be some drunken session with weed, drugs, and an invitation for group performances, right? "
" No, it's different. Although I don't know who the other guests are, I don't expect any problems, at least not yet. And yes. There will be group performances, but only in a musical sense. "
" She likes that, but she's not into... the other. "
" Into what? Group sex? "
" Ugh! No, not at all. For her... sex is something personal, between two people... And you... maybe you like... such things? "
" I tried once, but it wasn't anything special. "
" You're terrible... How many times... have you tried? "
" Are you jealous? Twice. Is that a lot? "
" Oh... she doesn't know if it's a lot, but anyway... it's terrible... In fact, what... was... the feeling... 'group' sounds to me like a scene from a messed-up porno... "
" The first time was... just two couples on adjacent beds, no partner swapping or homo performances. "
" But you watched each other... "
" It was inevitable. "
" And the second time? "
" Does she really want to know so much? "
" Oh... it's disgusting... but also curious. "
" Disgustingly curious? "
" Yes. Let him tell... but be sparing with the details... "
" Two ladies, one gentleman. Blonde and brunette, I was the gentleman. I had high expectations, but... "
" Didn't it work out? "
" While they were doing it, it worked, then... it got scary... it was almost a fight over whose cavalier I was... "
" Whose? They couldn't decide on you?! "
" They couldn't assign the roles... who would be the 'wife' and who the 'mistress.' Both seemed to want to be the 'legitimate' one, spicing things up, and neither wanted the role of the 'outsider' serving. "
" She's disgusted and sorry she asked. "
" And I wasn't thrilled with the outcome either... And you... never? "
" No. I'm not half a woman needing another one when I'm... with a man. "
" And with two men (for example)? "
" No. I like men, but not two at the same time. "
" I understand. I'll stop on this topic, but there was a point to our conversation. "
" There was a point... in the sense of? "
" 'I'm not half a woman' and 'I like men' were said in the first person. That made me happy. "
" Oh... she... I... didn't notice. She said we have two hours before an hour. When are we leaving, will they call us? "
" They'll call us at nine. We need to be ready by then. "
" So we need to get ready on time. It's now eight minus three minutes. Who will be first in the bathroom? "
" Stella... "
" What? "

" I want us to bathe together. "
" It's tight for two... "
" I insist. "
" Then she... I... will fill the tub. "

After about an hour, Stan's phone rang. Lazy sent them taxis and gave them "five minutes, come on, seven, but no more" to come downstairs.

END OF CHAPTER 3

Songs mentioned in the story

"Fool to cry" by The Rolling Stones