2 comments/ 8452 views/ 2 favorites Mixed Company Ch. 01 By: charliewilder I sat at the bar halfway through my first martini of the evening when I saw her in the mirror behind the bar as she entered with her girlfriend. I couldn't help the surge of excitement as it made its way through my body and settled into a holding pattern a little below my belt. As always, I was first drawn to Tina's smile. No matter how many people were in a room I could always find her with just a glance just from that smile. She had her hair pulled up in a loose knot and was wearing tight black jeans and a purple top that hung loose in the front showing off two things that she knew excited me, her ample cleavage and her string of pearls. I also noticed that she did not have Max with her. Max was her long hair Chihuahua that went literally everywhere with her. Max was a rock star guaranteed to gather a crowd anywhere they went together. Her friend Kelly was taller than her, but that may have been because of heels. I could not yet see their shoes; however I knew that Tina abhorred heels in this environment. I was happy that I spotted them in the mirror because it gave me a chance to look closely without appearing awkward. Kelly was very close to what I had pictured in my mind after hearing Tina's description of her on the phone. Short dark hair swept to one side of her face, crystal blue eyes and an aquiline nose that suggested of southern European or even Middle Eastern descent. She leaned over and whispered something into Tina's ear that made them both smile as Tina took her hand and squeezed it. The jazz band that was playing was just finishing their version of St. James Infirmary Blues when Tina, always the most attentive person in ANY room, caught my eye in the mirror. I had told her that I would let them get there first and get settled into a festive mood before I showed up. I was sure to hear about that from her later. "Charlie, just do what you say you are going to do!" I know one day I am going to wake up with that phrase tattooed on my forehead. Or worse in a place where she could point it out in more intimate moments and torture me with it. But that was for later. She knew how impetuous I could be, and really, I'm sure that she knew that I would already be here. As she lead Kelly through the club by the hand, she stopped to talk to no less than 6 people who hugged her and delighted in the smile that she gave them in return. To each she presented her friend, and while I could not hear the conversation, I knew exactly what Tina was saying..."Well hellooo! It has been waaaay to long. Noooo I had to leave Max at home tonight as he is a little under the weather. No nothing too serious. I would like to introduce you to one of my best friends from back in North Carloiiina. Yes she did go to Paris with me this past summer! Kelly this is my dear friend Robert. A fine gentleman even though he is from Ohio, and one of the most accomplished artists in all of New Orleans. Now don't blush Robert, you know I always tell the truth." When Tina wanted to be charming, even Scarlet O'Hara would have had to take a back seat. While Kelly had obviously known Tina much longer than I, I wonder if she had ever seen Tina in her native environment. Kelly's cheeks burned red all the way through the club, and the phrase came to mind "flattery will get you everywhere". I wondered how her cheeks were going to look in candle light a little later on in the evening. After my martini was finished I ordered a second and told the bartender I would be back in a minute or two. I slipped into the men's room to straighten up a little, splash a little cold water on my face and make sure there were no previously undiscovered blemishes on my shirt or jacket. I felt great. The wash of relaxation that always comes from that first martini had already coursed its way through my veins. I had no illusions about who I was or how I looked, but I knew that I always did the best I could with what I had. And there were some moments when the "best I could" was actually pretty damn good. Tonight was one of those nights. I knew that much of my bravado had to do with Tina. We had a relationship that was not easy to characterize, but worked perfectly for the both of us. Most importantly we adored one another and always existed in the present moment together. From my perspective, she made me feel like exactly the man I wanted to be. We always explored new ways to enjoy the moments that we had together, whether it was watching foreign films over oysters and champagne that we would ridicule, or watching pornography with beer and French fries that we would critique. Her taste in nearly all endeavors of the finer life was both amazing and endearing. Her passion knew no bounds, at least as far as I was concerned. Our first encounter had been ridiculous in the amount of raw and unadulterated sex that we consumed in 40 straight hours. And that had only been the beginning. As we became more familiar with each other's fantasies and desires, our sexual encounters became even more amazing and satisfying. One of the things that we both cherished was that we could be completely open about our feelings and desires. There was nothing that was off limits, at least in discussion. Whether the subject was music, food or sex (or sometimes all three), every fantasy that we could imagine was discussed. And let me just say that we both have powerful and passionate imaginations. One of our more recent passionate discussions lead to tonight's planned encounter. As we lay tangled together in bed, her lips sliding slowly up and down my hard cock, she suddenly sat up and tossed her hair to the side and kissed her way up my stomach, stopping only to bite my nipples. As she reached my lips and face she whispered into my ear "baby I would love to watch another woman suck your cock. Then I would like to watch you lick her pussy. I want to play with both of you as you give each other pleasure. I want to watch her lick cum from your dripping cock". She didn't get any further than that as I immediately turned her on to her back and fucked her savagely. The animal instinct that she aroused in me was sometimes terrifying, at least to me. She thoroughly enjoyed the pounding that I gave her tight pussy. Her legs locked around my hips and she writhed and moaned and growled "Fuck me hard Charlie, and don't you dare stop until I tell you to". When I paused for a moment to catch my breath her eyes flashed and she yelled "I fucking told you not to stop!" and continued to slam into me. Pure adrenaline flowed into my veins like a snort of the most powerful coke I had ever tasted and I reached down, held her hands over her head and fucked her even harder until she moaned that she wanted me to cum right the fuck now! And as always that was the magic release. Three more hard strokes as my balls slapped her wet ass and I exploded in to her. There was always that wonderful feeling of hot release as my body convulsed uncontrollably. Her head came up and she bit my chest hard. I screamed her name. One more massive convulsion and I collapsed on top of her. Later as we sipped from a bottle of pinot noir I had brought back from California, she said "I wasn't kidding before; I want to see that wonderful cock in another woman's mouth. I might spank her while she blows you." I knew when to keep my mouth shut. I let her continue "...and I do NOT want some common whore spoiling our bed. It has to be a woman with class and style. Don't you worry about it, I'm going to give this some thought and have it worked out before you come back next weekend." As if I was actually going to worry about it. But she didn't say I couldn't think about it! I thought about it all week, but never said a word about it during our nightly Skype conversations. Then on Thursday she casually told me that she had invited an old college friend to visit her for the weekend while I was there, and did I mind? It was all I could do not to drop my glass of wine I was holding as we chatted. Mixed Company Ch. 02 On that Friday morning I received an interesting telephone call. It was Kelly, and she wanted to know when I was arriving in New Orleans so that we could possibly share a cab or a rental. Tina drove a Cooper Mini and there was no way both of us with luggage would fit, and Kelly was not comfortable traveling alone in a large city. I told her that my flight arrived there at approximately 3:30 local time. She gave a sigh of relief and said that her Delta flight arrived at about the same time departing from Raleigh. I told her that was great. I had no problem sharing a taxi with her. I could hear the relief in her voice as she said thank you. I was about to hang up when I heard her say something else. I quickly put the phone back to my ear and said "Excuse me?" She laughed and said "I was just telling you that I am really looking forward to meeting you. Tina has told me a lot of interesting stories. I have a picture of you that Tina posted on Facebook. Do you have one of me?" I am sure that my ears were burning as I stammered out my reply that I was looking forward to meeting her too. I told her that she did not have to bother with the photo as Tina had provided an excellent description of her. I quickly disconnected and sat down breathing hard. What had Tina told her? I chided myself for being so nervous. Of course Tina would tell her about me. They were best friends, after all. I got upgraded on my flight from Atlanta and ordered two vodka and tonics while in the air. By the time I landed I was feeling fine and all nervousness was gone. I exited the plane with my back pack and carryon suitcase and went to the Delta arrivals board and looked for the Raleigh flight. It wasn't listed. I looked for Durham. No flight listed. I was about to go to the Delta desk when it suddenly hit me and I ran back to the gate I had just left. She had connected in Atlanta. She had been on my flight. As I got back to my gate my phone rang. It was Tina. I answered, out of breath. "Hey honey I just wanted you to know that I have Kelly. I talked her into an earlier flight and I couldn't reach you to tell you." Tina always made everything sound so casual, as though everything that happened was supposed to. "We are sipping wine on the deck right now so get your cute little ass here." The call disconnected. Tina never said goodbye, she just stopped talking and hung up. I told her one time that it was rude but she said there was a very good reason for it, and that someday she would tell me that story. I looked at the phone and said "Yes, I love you too. Bye!" I laughed and put the phone in my pocket. Thirty minutes later I was approaching Jackson Square. I handed the cab driver $40 as he pulled up in front of her place and told him to keep the change. I headed for the front entrance and looked up just in time to avoid being hit by a carnation dropped from above. I saw Tina on the third floor deck, smiling and waving her arms like maybe she was stranded on an island and trying to get the attention of a passing ship. I was thinking think that maybe that they had done more than sip a little wine. I picked up the white carnation and slipped it into my lapel button hole. Two minutes later I was in her arms and we were kissing like we always did after not seeing each other for a week. I could taste the pot on her breath and she was carrying a half empty bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. She was wearing a dark blue cotton maxi dress. I couldn't see her feet but I knew that she would not be wearing shoes...or underwear for that matter. Where's Kelly?" I asked looking around. "She crashed a little while ago. She had to get up at 4:30 to make her flight and I think maybe she isn't used to my Friday afternoon libations. She is in the 2nd floor bedroom. I think that's actually perfect because it gives us a little time to get reacquainted, buster." It's not as if Tina needed anything to activate her sexual desires. She was an extremely sexual woman. Pot, however, made her feel sexy and silly. She loved to experiment when she was high. I stuck to alcohol as I had found that although pot might increase desire, it sometimes had the opposite effect on ability. She took my hand and we headed for her bedroom. She was using my tie like a leash. As soon as we were inside she kicked the door closed and immediately started tugging on my belt. I decided that this was going to be fun, so I just dropped my suitcase and back pack where I stood and let her work on the belt. "What the fuck is this thing locked or something?" She said. "Let me get my hacksaw or a blow torch or something." She instead dropped to her knees and switched her attention to my zipper. "That's exactly how I feel about your bra sometimes." I decided to give her a little help and I released my belt and pulled it off with one quick motion. She got my pants and boxers pulled to the floor with a few tugs and suddenly I was in her mouth. Both of her hands had a firm grip on my ass cheeks. As my cock became rigid I slipped my sport coat off and let it drop on the floor behind me. I was always amazed at the intensity that overcame Tina when she gave me head, especially when she was high. It was like she had been told that making me cum was the only way to save the world and by God she was not going to let the world die. But holy fuck did it turn me on. She was grunting and groaning and slurping and gasping and I even thought I heard her singing. As bad as I wanted to cum in her mouth I wanted to fuck her even more. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. She was still grunting and her breathing was ragged and hoarse. I kissed her deeply and turned her around roughly and pushed her face against the oak paneled wall. I pulled her dress up above her ass and kicked her feet apart. She slowly lowered her face against the wall so that her ass was protruding towards me. I took a chance and just rammed my cock hard in the general direction of her pussy. She was so wet that I immediately slipped in, slamming her against the wall. We both moaned as I continued to slam into her again and again. "Fuck me, baby." She said and I pistoned into her even harder and faster. I heard something fall from her bookshelf off to my right and shatter on the floor. She raised herself up onto her toes and I could feel my throbbing cock go even deeper into her. She reached down and started massaging her clit while I pounded into her. She was rubbing furiously and I knew what that meant. She was about to cum hard. She screamed "FUCK!" and I felt her body tighten and convulse as her orgasm spread throughout her body, wave after wave. I could feel her pussy squeeze hard on my cock. It was more than I could stand and I came hot and hard inside of her. I reached around and held her tight against me as my body tightened and released over and over. I ground hard against her ass as the spasms hit me. I felt her body suddenly go limp in my arms and I carried her best I could over to the bed, shuffling because my pants were around my ankles. I laid her on the bed and reached down and slipped my shoes and pants off. She reached up without looking and grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her. "Lay with me." She commanded. As I lay down beside her and held her in my arms, she kissed the side of my face sleepily and whispered in my ear "God I love the way you fuck me!"