Double Duty
2007-10-08 @ 7:21 p.m.

Lets see, not too much going on at the present. I received a few charms for my ankle bracelet. Small turquoise stones, just like I wanted. Steve picked them out and did a good job. He bought four stones, representing him, Chris, Cooper and Dale. Although, in all fairness, Dale's should have been a half-stone, a penalty for early withdrawal.

For those of you not keeping up, Steve bought me an ankle bracelet and will be adding a charm for every person I 'get to know.' He wanted to limit it to '07 forward, so we're playing catch-up. But it's not too bad. I haven't been all that slutty in '07. He said that if we started from the beginning he'd go broke buying charms. He got a slap on the shoulder for that.

I did pull double-duty this week. Steve had plans for Saturday so we spent Friday night together. We grabbed a bite to eat and did some window shopping. Then we headed back to my place. It was a sweet, slow, gentle lovemaking session with lots of cuddling...very passionate. Just what the girl had been craving.

Saturday night was for Chris. We went out with some of his friends from work and had a blast. Earlier this year I discovered that I missed these occasional forays into the world of off-duty police. Not that they do it frequently but when these guys and gals go out for the evening, they really go out. Amateurs need not apply. That's why I drove.

To make sure I received sufficient attention from Chris, I wore one of his favorite outfits: a black miniskirt and a simple, white top. The skirt is quite tight and has a semi-modest slit up the side. Enough to expose the lace of my black thigh-highs. Chris likes it....alot. And I like that he likes it.

During the course of the evening I managed to make Chris blush. No small feat, that. Not while he's protected by the magic testosterone circle of friends.

It's funny. Men are quite ready, willing and able to talk sex in mixed company. For the most part it consists of innuendos and a double entendre or two or, in the case of the more hapless male, a single entendre. On that level, they haven't evolved much from their high school days except they dress better and have higher paying jobs.

After a few drinks, the sex jokes and bragging start. It was precipitated by a very attractive lady passing by our group. She was 'checked-out' by the men and then one or two commented on her looks. Eventually, a wife of one officer said to her husband, in reference to the attractive woman, "She'd be perfect for your threesome fantasy." He took some good-natured ribbing for that until almost everyone agreed that an MFF was almost a universal fantasy for men. Of course, I had to say, "I've been trying to get Chris to admit that he'd like to have two women at once but he says it doesn't turn him on. His loss."

Chris blushed, was speechless and blushed some more. The women laughed and the men laughed as well. I thought the male laughter contained a note of nervousness and the conversation quickly moved to other topics. Perhaps I'm wrong but it seemed to me that as long as the men were talking about sex, it was light-hearted fun. Once the women chimed in about male fantasies, and not in a judgmental manner, the light-hearted conversation mysteriously transformed into something more serious. I think they would have been much more comfortable if we had just said that men were pigs, disgusting etc.

Just an observation. I could be wrong.

I made it up to Chris later in the evening/early morning. I'll save that for next time.