We finally manage to find a hole in both our schedules and Susan’s to meet for a drink after work one evening. This was quite a coup on all of our parts, since we’re so damn busy.

When are we going to find time to play?

If she’s into us, we’ll make the time, damn it.

I am the first one to arrive at the bar. I pick an out-of-the-way table in the corner, so as few people will be privy to our conversation as possible. Jane is next to make an appearance and she looks great! I am so lucky.

We get drinks and start talking about things when suddenly, Susan walks through the door. Jane and I both stand and warmly greet our (hopefully) future lover. Nothing more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but her skin was warm and soft and she smelled great.

We get some more drinks and order a bit of food to ease the tension. The girls start talking immediately, mostly about girl and family stuff. I am just sitting there admiring the scene and occasionally jumping in with a few quips of my own.

Susan and I have chatted so much that there’s really not much left for us to discuss. This is about Jane and her.

It is about as vanilla of a date as I’ve ever seen. The good thing is, there is attraction on all sides (I think – at least Jane and I both like her). We’ve already seen her naked in the videos and pics and she knows what we look like, too, so it’s pretty much up to personality deciding where this is going to go from here.

And things look very promising.

We have several rounds of drinks and finish up our appetizers. The time is quickly approaching 8pm, which is when we told the sitter we would be back.

We have to go.

I walk the girls out and Jane gives Susan a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Jane gets in her car and I walk Susan over to hers. I totally puss out and give her a hug and a big kiss on the cheek, though I wanted to do so much more.

Jane told me afterward that she really wanted to lay one on her and Susan felt the same, as I learned in chat later that night.

I think we’re in.

We return home, pay the sitter and hang out with the kid for a bit before bedtime. After we finally get her to bed, Jane and I have a chance to discuss the evening’s events.

“I liked her,” I state for the record.

“Well, I really liked her,” answers Jane, “Hope she liked us.”

“Bloop,” beeps the computer, indicating a new instant message from…Susan!

Susan: So glad we finally got to meet!

D&J: So are we. We are just sitting down to talk about it.

S: Cool. I want a full report.

D&J: Are you sure?

S: Only the good stuff – hehe

D&J: no worries on this end

S: Whew. Mine either.

S: So, I passed the test?

D&J: With flying colors. And us?

S: U guys are awesome! Exactly what I expected

S: I was tempted to kiss Jane right there on the street

D&J: You should have. She says she wishes you would have.

S: That is one hot mama u have! Looking forward to a long happy friendship

D&J: So are we. And I agree – got me a keeper.

And we sign off, content in the knowledge that we may actually get what we originally wanted from this!

Jane and I talk it over and, after comparing schedules with Susan, find that the following Friday is about the only possible free time any of us will have to get together until after the first of the year. We invite her to come to our house, since she is very down to earth and doesn’t appear to be a stalker.

She accepts. Woohoo!

It just so happens that this particular Friday is the night before the date we set up weeks ago with Jimmy & Janet.

Crap. I am going to be one sore motherfucker after that weekend.

And it will be so worth it.

The one positive is that I will be off for the entire week preceding our planned weekend of debauchery, which will give me time to:

1. Clean the hell out of our house.
2. Rest up for a weekend of non-stop fucking.
3. Masturbate furiously.
4. Do some freelance work.

Jane and Susan meet for lunch later in the week – I am quite nervous that they are meeting without me, but I figure I will just let this go where it will. It ends up fine – they are getting to know each other better and I like that.

And it turns out I have nothing to worry about. As usual.

I think too damn much.

I wish I were dumb, sometimes. Life would be so much easier.

Next: Vanilla Fun and Rough Sex