Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. AND THERE WERE TWO... HE has know her for several years, they had come together with a mutual interest and many friends in common. From the start they seemed meant for each other. They had very different professions, but fed of off common values and the passion for helping people. They have come to be known as one, a happinstance acceptable to both, because they truly care. SHE met him several years ago. They knew alot of the same people and had a strong mutual interest. They semed meant for each other from the start. They had many differences but were always able to work things out based on mutual respect, common values and a shared passion for people. They were known as one--accepted as a pair...but she wanted more, even though they both cared. Its what made it work. I'm not sure she will ever find me...but she looks all the time. She's curious and wants more for herself and therefore for them both...it leads them down many a fantasy lane. Always exploring, always open...held right with mutual boundaries and the strength of the word "NO". They met US traveling through one evening... --CHAPTER ONE-- On the way home to visit... We have met at the hotel restaurant where my friend and I would be staying on the way through "their turf". Its been a long days drive and its our first real meeting so we want it to be pretty low key and casual. We have showered and gotten squeaky clean for the occasion...my man looking good in jeans and a knit top, ME in shorts and a halter top...feeling anxious and horny--but looking pretty common. Our first reactions are collectively positive and we fall into easy conversation...we decide to eat lite because they offer to show us around a bit on the way to their place... wanting to carry on our budding friendship over a nice bottle of wine. The sexual tension builds as we decide to go in their car with her driving, with me "riding shotgun". The guys are in back already talking sports and other guy talk. I break the "sensual ice" by offering to relate my first BI experience...back in college. Its not a very hot story...pretty straight forward. Being a bi-curious rookie, SHE encourages me and I begin to talk freely about the follow-up occasion where the girls went out cruising during mid-terms, flashing and mooning any pack of guys they drove past...and some packs of girls. All that talk of loose clothing and loosening "morals" gets HIM a bit horny and he begins to play with her from the back seat. She moans under the attention of his hands and kisses on her neck...its pretty tough keeping her mind on the driving. I push him back in the interest of safety, but use the occasion to slide closer to her and begin gently fondling her leg as I continue into the more recent episode. Its all so so relaxed and feels "right". I spin around in the seat and play to the guys as the story continues. As we pull into their drive, I get bold and briefly flash my bare breasts to the guys and say, "let's get inside so I can finish this story properly." The plunk their buts down in the den as SHE and I go to pour the wine...She freely expresses her desire, but also fears regarding being with another woman. I understand, I've been there and still am in many ways. She wants to discuss boundaries again and I assure her that the key is the power of the word "NO". As the trust level builds, we realize that we've already gotten into the wine and momentarily forgot the guys. SHE experimentally reaches out to test my boundaries...she gently caresses my breasts as she ponders when to get back out with the guys. I relieve her stress by returning the caress and suggesting we go back in with our men. Her fears are keeping her dry...for now. We're not surprised that the guys have gone out to the garage. We sit together on the couch and continue talking...waiting for the guys, talking "girl talk". I get bolder as the bottle is now half empty. I convince HER to take off her bra and "relax"...she wants to go to the bathroom to do that...but I'm convincing and she decides to stay and let me help. I unbutton her silk blouse slowly...noticing the guys silent return over her shoulder. They seem to appreciate the show, pausing before re-entering the den. I make a real production of taking off her bra and fondling the firm flesh...the nipples now hard with anticipation. SHE seems to want more, but puts the blouse back on... but only redoes half the buttons. I tell her how sexy she looks...a fact quickly confirmed by her man as he re-enters...my guy whistling his approval. She begins to feel the wetness build and the fears subside. I finish the story of the house party...you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. She plays the perfect host by standing up and announcing that she wants to "try that centerpiece routine". She begins a very slow and sensuous strip routine....calling for appropriate music--and is dissappointed with HIS selection of rock n roll....but picks up the beat, her breasts swaying under the almost non existent confines of the silk blouse. It was important for her to take the lead...it made her feel better and less controlled in her exploration. With blouse completely open and skirt pushed up around her hips, she seemed lost for "the next step"...the second song ended. I jumped up and began to sway along with her to the next song..."Unchained Melody". I wrapped my arms around from behind and pulled the blouse from her shoulders, cupping the firm breasts and playing to the guys. We made good dance partners, she turning toward me and pulling my tank top up over my head. Both guys grinned as my breasts were exposed, nipples already hard from watching and touching and carrying on with her. We hugged, kissed and touched for the next few songs--lost to strong eye contact and the wetness of the moment. When the last song ended, we were both completely naked, locked in a nipple to nipple hug. We had been showing off for nearly half an hour by now...the guys were getting horny. I motioned for them to join us. They each slid up behind their own partner at first...but then, shockingly, SHE spun us around--switching partners in a four way hug. My guy was the first to bring a pause to the action..."feels great" he said, "but no more than touching, OK?" HIS hands were frozen on my breasts as she said..."you're right....but please, A LOT of touching!" SHE was beginning to squirm under the attention of all our hands. Our fingers didn't miss a spot, not one sexy area of skin. HE still was fixed on my breasts...liked the soft nipples and how they responded to his touch. She resisted at first when my fingers ventured down between her legs... He surprised her by ignoring my nipples momentarily as he reached down to gently push her thighs apart, thus encouraging my advance. She relaxed and began to really squirm. She sensed impending orgasm. She pushed the guys back to the couch and announced that this was "OUR SHOW". She took me by the hand and we returned to the big chair...I seated facing her, she facing me, legs straddling the arms giving me free acess to all the exposed treasures. We didn't need any more music for the next 20 minutes. I kissed, licked, sucked and fondled everything within arms reach...slowly and with inexperienced care...almost explorative--always sensitive for that first "NO". IT never came, but SHE did several times. She stretched upward to allow my tongue to dance across her "other lips" for the first time...and exploded into multiple orgasms. HE couldn't believe it...but SHE did! SHE was pleased that the guys stayed pretty passive all nite...the touching was fine. Heck, the guys enjoyed the show. So did we. She began to wonder what it would be like if...my partner and I would "help" her make love to HIM. She was really warming to the occasion...it was as if we had known each other forever. -- CHAPTER TWO --- With a little help from your friends... The two guys approached and each took one of my breasts...lavishing them with the attention they so richly deserve. The sparks were becoming continuous. I pulled your man to my lips and planted a wet, lingering BIG ONE on his warm lips. He didn't seem to know how to react...but to back off and proceed to play with you, sliding his hardness up and down your thigh, caressing your torso with his hands. He brought your body to him and lunged forward. Your eyes opened wide as he entered you easily from behind. You were overwhelmed by the sexuality of the moment...You joined my man in continuing to pay homage to my breasts--you knew enough to concentrate on the nipples. I was ready to explode. What a scene the four of us made. Your man pleasuring your needs and desires while you and my man paid attention to me. There was still no music--we were creating our own. I pushed myself upward in the chair. My nipples were almost numb as I sought my man's hardness to fill my mouth. I bathed it first with my talented tongue, then engulfed it and sucked inward. Now it was his eyes' turn to bug out expressing the extreme pleasure he felt. I felt her mouth and tongue and breath between my legs and prepared myself for the sure fire wave to follow. It didn't take long. She licked, sucked and kissed me gently...I wanted it to go on forever--But she tired after half an hour. What stamina her man had, staying with us thrust for lick--plunge for suck...til I was drenching her face in waves of pleasure. She looked up at me with such a sly grin. She had arrived...thought she had "found" me. But I'm too elusive. My duties as orchestra leader over, I spun around to offer my man easy access to my well lubricated self. She and her man took over on my top half and I was in heaven. It was like a ferris wheel of lust. I was now stretched over the back of the chair, my partner up to the hilt in more pleasure than the law should allow. My top free, I reached up to fondle and stroke them both. WE eventually settled on She and I stroking her man, keeping his hardness alive. He erupted twice within minutes. We relaxed and finished a second bottle of wine. It was time to return to the hotel...and what an eventful trip it became. But that's another story.