Chapter 1

 

Every single person knows one. Actually they usually come in pairs and are married. They are the ones that feel compelled to fix you up. They range all over the world from the Artic to Antarctic and everywhere in between. It is impossible to escape them and their good intentions.

My name is Noel Buckminster. Of course they call me Buck, and I encouraged the nickname. Noel just sounds too fucking festive for some reason. Nobody messes with a boy named "Buck" on the playground.

Anyway, I found myself being fixed up and I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it.

My good buddy and former college roommate, Tim, got married and apparently he couldn't stand to see me roaming on the free range of life. His wife, a pleasant woman, apparently agreed that me being unencumbered was a catastrophe. Apparently my unmarried state posed some risk for them. Usually I am nimble enough to dodge their pathetic attempts to get me paired with one of their single lady friends. Something went wrong this time and I found myself standing on their front porch ready to meet this "really nice girl that I would love...bla, bla, bla".

"Buck, this lovely creature is Rayne Wilson," Tim's wife, Patty said. "Isn't she beautiful?" I had to admit that she was beautiful. Not in the sense of classic beauty, but there was something about her. Medium height. short blond hair with a reddish tint, and emerald green eyes that shined and sparkled. She, from what I could tell, had a great figure, but not overly endowed on top. I wondered what was wrong with her. Why was some woman who looked this good still single and why would she need to be fixed up? Raise the deflector shields, Scotty!

"Rain as in downpour?" I asked the lovely young woman. "Or as in drizzle?"

"Rayne, as in clouding up and getting you all wet," she answered brightly. "A tempest of biblical proportions. Something to scurry away from." She smiled at me to let me know it was all in good fun. Maybe it was a smile to let me know she could see my witticism and raise me.

Patty was a notorious bad cook, but they did themselves proud by bringing in some take-out and putting it in their own bowls and dishes. It did not fool me because it was good and Patty couldn't boil water. The four of us kept up a steady and comfortable line of conversation during the meal. Later over drinks I asked her why someone hadn't grabbed her up and hid her away.

"It not all that complicated," Rayne said. "I was attached for several years to a guy. About three months ago our relationship went into the ditch and we couldn't get it out. He went his way and I went mine. I got Patty and Tim in the settlement." She said it as a matter of fact and with no apparent self-incrimination over it. I had to wonder why the stupid jerk wouldn't break his back to get it out of the ditch. I know I would have done whatever it took to keep Rayne. In just a few hours I was infatuated. Cupid had shot me right in the ass. So much for the fucking deflector shields, Mister Scott, you moron.

Over the next month Rayne and I saw each other every opportunity we could find. I was totally smitten with the beautiful Rayne and to my amazement she seemed to like me. I wondered about her, her past, but I took it easy and didn't push her. I had the feeling that pushing her was not the right thing to do.

We discovered we like the same kind of music, movies, and food. Neither of us needed to be entertained and neither of us cared very much for the club scene. We both were content to stay in, watch a movie on video, and eat take-out. We were so compatible it was spooky. Of course we had to spend some time with Tim and Patty so they could gloat over their effort in getting us together. We owed them that at least.

On our third date I got to see Rayne's body. All of it and I had been right in my estimate of her attributes. She processed a stunning body with all the curves in the right place. Her breasts, while small, were perfect in shape with large puffy super sensitive nipples. Rayne entered into our sex play with a lot of enthusiasm. She proved to be an easy comer. She could orgasm almost without my having to do much. Sometimes even a playful nip on her nipple would do it. She loved for me to eat her and that was good because I spent hours with my head buried between her legs. It was a lot of fun trying to find some sex act that two people of the opposite sex could do that she wasn't up for. I found none.

One night while we lay together in post-coitus bliss, I asked her about her childhood. This is the story she told me.

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"My mother is a wonderful person. She worked her ass off so that my sister and I had everything we needed and most everything we wanted. I have no idea who my father is. Mom never spoke of him except to say he was a good man. I can't imagine a good man not providing for his children, but mom insisted he was. I have never met my mother's parents. They disowned her the moment they found out she was pregnant without benefit of marriage. My sister, a twin, but not identical, and I knew we were loved. There was never any doubt about that. It was when we got older that Storm and I realized that our mother had been very young when we were born. It was lucky that she looked older than she was and was able to get a job after they kicked her out. As we got older we appreciated how hard mom worked for us. Being a young single parent of two girls was terribly hard on her, but we never heard her complain. She worked as a cocktail waitress and also as a stripper. We didn't find out about her night job until we were in high school. It was about the time we found out that our mother also worked as a part-time prostitute. I think Storm and I were just eighteen when we found that out.

That was also about the time Storm and I discovered boys and sex. I lost my virginity in the back seat of Tommy Milligan's car and Storm lost her cherry to a neighbor who we babysat for. Mister Carter was his name. Stormed raved about how good Mister Carter was so I had to give it a try. He was good. A lot better than the high school boys I had been with. He took his time and made sure we got a lot of pleasure out of it. I think I may have experienced my first honest to God orgasm with Mister Carter. Sex with Mister Carter came to an abrupt halt when Mrs. Carter caught him and Storm together one afternoon. The Carters moved away shortly thereafter.

The news that Storm and I were sexually active surprised Mom, but she took it without any dramatics. She spent a lot of time telling us about the dangers and how we should always protect ourselves. What we had learned with our schoolmates and Mister Carter proved to be of very little value. Mom bought books and even a video tape to help us learn.

After high school Storm and I went to college. Yes, our mother had set up a college fund shortly after we were born. It wasn't enough to pay both our way, but Storm and I got jobs to help out. It was hard, but it was also a lot of fun. We both graduated in the top ten percent of our class. Storm went on to law school and I got a good job as an accountant. I got my CPA the following year. Storm is a practicing attorney doing trial law. She's real good, too.

I met and fell in love with Kevin the same year I got out of college and for a while life was perfect. Kevin and I moved in together and we were happy. After a year of non-marital bliss things got weird. Kevin approached me about swinging. Of course I knew what he meant. He found a couple he wanted us to swap with and I agreed to try it.

Group sex wasn't something new for me. I started young and all during college I was very active sexually. I discovered at eighteen that I liked sex and if that was what Kevin wanted, I was in.

Kevin and I met Sue and Roger and we all four seemed to hit it off from the start. They were into closed swinging. That means separate room for sex. It seemed silly to me, but it was their house and so they could make the rules. Kevin went with Sue and I went with Roger. The sex with Roger was good, but frankly I've always thought any sex was good. Some better than others, but all is good.

We swapped with Roger and Sue three or four times until Kevin got tired of them. He didn't like the idea of closed swinging, but he never actually said so. I could tell because he would always asked me to tell about Roger and me. He wanted details of our screwing. I always told him in detail because it always meant we would have some hot sex afterward.

After Roger and Sue were history there was a string of other couples. All of the others were open swinging and a few times nothing less than orgies. Frankly I liked the group sex thing. I love sex and there was always plenty of hot sex at an orgy. The guys always liked me because I wasn't a fussy fucker. I would suck any dick put in my mouth regardless of where it had just been. During one of the group gropes I took on two men at the same time. I have no idea what their names may be. If I was introduces I don't remember. I do remember the incident very well, because it was a first for me.

I was introduced to anal sex while a freshman in college. Bud, the butt fucker, was my first, but not my last. I have to admit that I like anal sex. Not as a steady diet, but something different to do., and if the guy is gentle it can be a lot of fun.

This group party was the first time I was doubled up on. A dick in my ass and one in my pussy. I would be afraid to even guess how many times I reached a climax. All I know for sure, it was a bunch. While those two guys did me I saw Kevin watching us. Some chick was giving him head as he watched. That happened a couple of times that night. When the other guys found out that I'd take two at a time, I became the belle of the ball.

Looking back on it I can see that it was the beginning of the end for Kevin and me. One night after engaging in group sex and being doubled fucked by a couple guys, Kevin asked me if I liked it. I was honest and told him I did like it. I may have even said I loved it. That was when our relationship left the tracks. Kevin stayed pissed at me for a week. I couldn't understand why he was mad at me. After all swinging was his idea. One night I demanded he explain why he was angry at me. Kevin blew up and called me a whore, a slut, and just plain trash. He thought he was entitled to smack me around. He discovered that wasn't the case. I had a boyfriend in college who was an instructor in several martial arts. Kevin hit me once and I hit him about ten times. I guess I lost it for a while. I beat the crap out of him and since we were living in my apartment, he left. While I was at work the next day he came and got his things. I haven't seen or heard from him since. I was hurt, but mostly I was pissed. So there you have the story of the life and times of Rayne Wilson."