Different Circles

They took off on time and headed northwest out over the ocean, taking the great-circle route up over Greenland and northern Canada. Matt and Jim both had two more drinks after reaching cruising altitude and then reclined their chairs and went to sleep. They awoke for a bit just before the aircraft crossed the east coast of Labrador. They ate their dinners—both had seen the movie Airplane and went with the steak dinner instead of the fish—had another few drinks, and then went right back to sleep. They did not wake up again until the plane began to descend into the landing pattern for LAX.

After clearing the customs checkpoint, they met the English stewardess—her name was Holly as it turned out—in front of the terminal. She was now dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut blouse that showed off an impressive amount of cleavage. She rolled her wheeled travel bag with her. They climbed into the limo that Matt had arranged for and started heading for the western outskirts of San Juan Capistrano. All of them were quite jetlagged, though Holly was probably more used to it. They had left London at 4:10 PM Greenwich Time, flown for more than eleven hours, and it was now 7:45 PM Pacific Time, but their bodies were telling them it was early in the morning, right around sunrise. Fortunately, Matt had a great remedy for this. He poured everyone a healthy shot of Jack Daniels and they put them in their stomachs.

Holly was quite impressed with Matt’s mansion on the beach. She was also quite impressed to meet Mary Ann Cummings, declaring that she had seen every one of her films and owned multiple videotapes from her production company.

“Which is your favorite?” Kim asked her.

“I have to say that To Fill a Mockingbird is the one that gets me the hottest and that I’ve watched the most.”

“Ahhh yes,” Kim said. “People do seem to like the whole brother and sister aspect of that film. What about my production tapes?”

“The Amateur Lesbians series,” Holly said without hesitation. “I own every volume.”

“Interesting,” Kim said with a knowing smile. “The subject interests you?”

“It does,” Holly agreed.

“Ever had a chance to try it yourself?”

“Not yet,” Holly said. “But if the opportunity ever came up...”

“Maybe that will happen,” Kim suggested.

They ate dinner—even though it felt to the recent travelers that they should be eating breakfast—and had a few more drinks. Matt then declared that he needed to get his dick wet and that Holly and Jim should make themselves at home. He led Kim to the bedroom. Jim and Holly soon retired to the guest bedroom and became better acquainted—intimately acquainted you might say—themselves.

Holly stayed the night. The next day, shortly after lunch, Jim and Matt sat in easy chairs and watched enthusiastically as Kim and Holly stripped down and had a lengthy and hot session of lesbian sex on the couch. After about forty-five minutes or so, Matt declared that it was time for the guys to get in on the action as well. He stood and started stripping off his clothes. Jim hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward—should they maybe ask permission first? he wondered—but then he got over it. He started pulling off his own clothes.

“All right, you get Kim,” Matt directed. “I’ll start on the stewardess bitch.”

“Uh ... okay,” he said. Kim was currently kneeling on the floor, her face between Holly’s widely spread legs, licking away. Holly was leaning her head back, an expression of bliss on her face, her hands running through Kim’s hair.

“Condoms are in the bowl there,” Matt pointed. “And remember the rule of two guys in the foursome.”

“No touching each other,” Jim recited.

“Except to high five,” Matt amended. “Let’s do this.”

They did it. Matt crawled up on the couch next to Holly. “Here, baby,” he said. “Why don’t you suck on this a little?”

Jim worried that Holly might balk at having an unfamiliar erection shoved in her face, but she did not. She unhesitantly slurped it down and went to work on it, occasionally taking her mouth off to moan when Kim licked a particularly erogenous region. Jim then grabbed a condom out of the bowl and put a helmet on his little soldier. He walked up behind Kim and put his hand on her ass cheek, stroking gently. This, he had learned in his travels with Matt, was the accepted etiquette for asking permission to enter during an event that fell under the definition of an orgy. Kim moaned out an enthusiastic “mmm hmmm” to him and repositioned herself so her butt was sticking up in the air. He got into position and put himself inside of her.