Betwixt and between: The rest of the story

In "Betwixt and Between," I wrote about the visit to see S and her girl friend. Now ... the rest of the story.

One thing I didn't write earlier is that I bought S a DVD player for her birthday (the day before). It's fairly cheap ($40), and it's to replace the one she had, which is temperamental--sometimes it works, and sometimes not. I brought along a big box of DVDs (the one I take on my visits to N), but "Alice in Wonderland," which we bought at the same time, was the only movie we watched.

And then we spent a lot of time trying to hook it up to the old, crappy TV in their room. Besides having poor color, a connection in the back is bad. In the end, I hooked up the new player to the TV they have in their living room. We watched "Alice" on the crappy old bedroom TV, on a DVD-VCR that decided to be nice to us. The video quality of the TV didn't do the film justice, but they enjoyed it--neither of them had seen the movie before.

I wrote about the sleeping accommodations, which I described as "very soft and warm and pleasant." In fact, what happened is that they have a queen-size bed, and I was invited to be the creamy filling between the Oreo cookie. S was on my right, and her GF was on my left.

We had gone to a bar, had a couple drinks and didn't get back in until about 11:30 p.m., maybe close to midnight. Time for bed. S got in bed first, then I undressed and joined her, and the GF followed. S and I were both naked. The GF kept on her panties.

S cuddled on my arm, I pulled her close, and we started hugging and stroking one another. As we did that, though, the GF was quickly falling into a "sound" sleep. She was snoring softly within minutes, much to our amusement. But we soon focused back on each other. I did this, she did that, and before too long, she and I did something we hadn't done since a December night in southwestern Ontario 4 1/2 years earlier. It was good. The GF never woke up, and soon we were lying next to each other, falling asleep.

I usually don't sleep well in a new bed, but I did pretty good this time. At times, I rolled to one side and put my arm around S. Later, I rolled over and hugged the GF around her middle. The night passed, and the dawn came.

S, who was out like a light, woke up a little after I did and rolled back towards me. She put her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her. We talked and looked at each other. We caressed one another. It felt really good, and I responded to her. When I felt between her legs, I discovered that she was feeling the same way. Much to my surprise, it was time to get another condom.

The GF was still sleeping very soundly. Amazing--I even had a knee against her back. But again, we focused back in on each other. The night before had been good. This time, it was better. S had a good one--several good ones, I think. And I didn't do too bad myself. When it was over, she had this grin ... and a glow about her. She had a great time. We both did.

And the GF slept through it all. Both times.

Since then, things have been moving swiftly. I had said I would take them to the neopagan camp and take care of the fees, too. So I was expecting to drive the three of us to the event. Then S was writing about the stuff she wants to bring. Apparently, she wants a full camp kitchen and knows how to do that. "We will eat well," she said.

Then, fate threw me a knuckleball. While at the bar Tuesday night, S introduced me to a young woman, in her 20s, who's a stripper at a local club. She has been talking to S and her GF about doing massages for her and the other dancers. That could be good money for S and the GF. Anyway, S introduced her, I said hi, and didn't think about it again.

Until a day or two later, when S wrote me and asked if the stripper could come along with us to the poly camp and sleep in our tent. S said she is quite interested. For one thing, I wrote back, it definitely would mean the Mazda can't make the trip--way too small for all the stuff four people would bring, including the kitchen gear. Anyway, wouldn't someone her age just get bored being around older people like us?

S wrote back and said she wouldn't, so now it seems I will be driving three people and myself to the event. I may have to rent a minivan in Oshkosh--that may be the only way to get all of us and all the gear to the camp. Who knows what that will cost?

The situation evolved rapidly and unexpectedly. I don't quite know what happens next. But I did fill out the registration forms for the three of us, wrote the check and sent it all out Friday. The stripper will fill out her own registration and pay for it herself.

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A brief backgrounder about my history with S may be in order.

I met her during the summer of 2005 at that neopagan camp in southern Wisconsin. (The same poly camp the three of us plan to visit in early July.) She left her husband not long after that (a fight over religion), and I visited her twice later that year, once in Wisconsin and once in Ontario. She returned to her husband the next spring and had been with him since then--until they broke up a month or two ago.

Recently I wrote about it and added, "That will be fun, too. A lot to look forward to, isn't there? Things have definitely changed."

She wrote back, "Yes, things have definitely changed ... for the better! It will be so good to be able to snuggle with you again!"

Many moons had passed since our last snuggle ... but through it all we remained close friends, even after she decided to give it another try with her husband (which meant we wouldn't be lovers again for a long time). She gave it a good try, too--about four years. I know she is grateful that I stayed a true friend through all this time, even when we could only write e-mails back and forth.

What happened five years ago at the poly camp is this: I had gone there by myself (my first time there) and had a whole tent to myself. On the next to last day, she and a girlfriend arrived, but they didn't pack along a tent. They planned to sleep under the stars, but there was a threat of rain. (There was distant thunder and lightning that night, but it never rained.) Anyway, I said they could stay in my tent, since I had plenty of extra room. And ... things happened.

I have visited S a number of times in recent years, but either I was accompanied by my wife or she was accompanied by her husband. Neither was the case last week.

I didn't know what to expect as I drove south last week, but I came prepared. B taught me that last year; now, whenever I visit a lady friend, I bring condoms along. I bought a box last summer, just before my encounter with B and our trip to the poly camp. There were 14 or 15 in that box, and B brought others along that she left with me.

But I have been visiting N from time to time (including a few days before last week's trip), and the supply was down to four when I drove south. When I drove back north again, there were only two. Better add that to my mental shopping list!