Something the Sweet Little Innocent Virgin Would Never Do

Among the groups I got involved with in exploring my options for hobbies was Society for Creative Anachronism.  They’re the guys you see in parks wearing armor and whacking each other with rattan swords.  I had played with some groups before, but I’d been chatting with a guy named Kevin who had his own “house” as the groups were referred to in SCA.

Kevin had a pretty interesting website, which included his art.  He painted women’s bodies and was pretty talented.

His website also referenced him being polyamorous, but at that time, I didn’t really know what that meant.  He explained to me that he and his partner had multiple partners.   I’m sure he went into more detail about it, but that was all that I needed to hear.  I wasn’t interested in having a boyfriend who had other girlfriends.

Kevin had a birthday party.  I went and had fun meeting new people and talking to everyone.  Most of them were in his SCA house.  For some reason, those people thought I was the greatest.  They treated me like nobility.  I liked it.

I sat in the front room, chatting with whomever walked by, and I saw the door open.  I saw a man walk in with a shaved head and a patch of beard on his chin that I’ve heard referred to as a racing strip.  I don’t know what it’s actually called.  He was pretty easy on the eyes, though, and I thought I might like to get to know him.

Part of the party moved into a back room.  I went back there to join because that’s where the birthday boy had gone.  There were about 20 people sitting in a circle.  Kevin was snuggling with a woman I hadn’t seen before.  That guy I’d seen come in was sitting across the room.

We were all sitting on the floor, and I’ve never been comfortable sitting like that.  My neck and shoulder began to hurt.  I kept massaging it as I tried to participate in the conversations.

The man I’d noticed coming in crawled over to me.  He said, “You look like you’re in agony.  May I?”  He gestured like he wanted to massage my neck.

I said, “Please!  My name is Jenna.”

He began to massage my neck and chat me up.  “I’m Rick,” he told me.

We made small talk and started kind of making fun of some people off to the side who were recounting the details of their last D&D adventure.  I have nothing against D&D, but the passion with which they retold the story was amusing.

I told Rick that I was just as big of a geek as they were.  I told him that I love to game.  He said, “No way.  What do you play?”

I told him I played Lineage II, and that in the past I’d played Meridian 59 and Diablo.  He got kind of excite and told me that he played Everquest.  He told me that he and a group of friends get together on Tuesday nights over at the house of one of them and have a LAN Party so they can game all night.

I said, “What’s the significance of Tuesday night?”

“Oh,” Rick said, casually, still massaging my neck and shoulders. “That’s the night my wife goes to Karaoke.”

I blinked.  I think I even started a little like someone had unexpectedly slammed a door.

Rick laughed, “Yeah, that’s my wife over there.”  He pointed at the woman snuggling with Kevin.  “We’re swingers.”

I said, “Oh,” and tried to act like I wasn’t freaking out on the inside.

Kevin shouted over to us, “You know there’s a massage table setup out in the garage.”

Rick’s wife looked at me, “He gives great massages.”

Rick looked at me.  “What do you think?”  I was thinking I should run like hell.  But it’d been a while since I’d had any satisfying male attention.

“O.K.” I said.  He led me to the garage.  I’d never had a massage before.  I’d always been the massager.  I didn’t even know how I was supposed to lay on the table.  He helped me on and asked me if I wanted to be naked.

“Um, no.”  I said.  Then someone walked out into the garage.

“Oh, I was hoping someone would use the table!  He said, “What kind of massage would you like?”  I was confused.  I didn’t know who he was or why he’d come out there.  I looked at Rick and he seemed just as confused.  The guy continued, “Do you want sensual massage, deep tissue massage, erotic massage?”

He waited for me to answer.  “I want you to go back inside.”

He laughed and then he left.  I looked at Rick and he raised his eyebrows and laughed, “I don’t know.”

Rick began to massage me.  Then he began kissing me.   Then his wife came out and asked if he had any condoms.  He dug in his pocket and gave her a couple.  They gave each other a peck and she went back into the house.  I laughed awkwardly.

Rick took my hand and led me back into the house.  He led me to an empty room and closed the door.  He was attentive and just the right amount of persistent.  When we were done, we just stayed there talking and laughing.  I told him how out of character this was for me.

“So I guess that means that you wouldn’t want to do this again sometime?  Rick asked, kissing my hand.

”That’s allowed?” I asked.

He laughed, “Yeah. We can get together again.  Michelle is kind of exploring the idea of being poly, so I’ve pretty much got a free pass to do who I want.”  He winked.

I swatted him.  “You’re naughty!”

”You like it,” he teased.

There was a knock on the door and Rick’s wife, Michelle, peaked her head in.  “I’m ready to go home.”  Then she walked away.  Rick and I exchanged numbers and email addresses.  Rick left and Kevin came in and asked me if I was going to stay the night.  I told him that it was too late for me to drive home, so he told me i could sleep in his bed.  I left my clothes on and climbed in.  He climbed in with me and spooned me.

“Well, how was it?” he whispered.

”It was…. interesting,” I said.

He scooted a little closer and hugged me.  “You’ll get used to it.”

I fell asleep wondering if I wanted to get used to it.