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Alright, gather around the campfire, kiddos, and let me tell you about the accidentally-vanilla LS couple, and how we hung out for months, vanilla-style, until we finally got a chance to play.
(Hmm, perhaps I should’ve put a spoiler alert in place before that sentence. Oh well. Spoiler alert.)
Hang tight — this is a long one (that’s what she said).
This is the story of Meredith and Harry*, a couple we found on one of the swinger sites (*for the sake of anonymity, names, websites, and any other identifying markers will be either changed or omitted). We had a good number of things in common, and decided to quickly set up a time to grab dinner. The dinner was to be a no-play first date, which we were completely okay with.
Dinner is an effortless, fun time. We realize we have way more in common than originally thought and the night flies by. It becomes clear that we’re all down to hook up in the future, and plans are made to hang out again.
Cut to the day of our second date. Something comes up, which makes play almost impossible.
“But, if you’re okay with it, you can come over and hang out, vanilla-style,” says Harry.
We agree, since we really enjoyed their company the first time around. And while no play of any nature happened that night, we ended up sitting and chatting until 3 in the morning.
It’s clear from our evolving chatting online that we really want to play, and hopefully the next time around, it can work out. So we schedule another date.
Date three rolls around, and something derails the chance for play yet again. But we decide to grab dinner anyway. The night itself is a wonderful, hilarious time, which deserves its own post on a different day. The sexual tension is rising, but also so is the connection. We get a chance to really talk, and dive deep into what makes us tick as professionals and just members of the human race.
And yet nothing has crossed that physical boundary. No touch or kiss or caress. Just knowing, flirty glances and smirks — like we’re all middle schoolers just waiting for that moment to kiss our crush.
Cut to several weeks later. We’re off on travel, but schedule another date with Meredith and Harry — and, in fact, opt to come home a day early, just to see them.
Everything is in place. Everything. We get back to our town on time, and everything is finally going to plan.
Except we pull into our driveway and watch a cascade of water fall from our garage.
A pipe had burst while we were gone.
Plans for that night – much like heat in the house – are canceled. Cold showers have nothing on cold houses. We get a visit from the plumber instead of our sexy friends.
A week later, we attempt another hang out, but things intervene yet again. But, at this point, we don’t even care. We grab dinner and we go back to our place and just hang out. We joke and we flirt and we continue to have an incredible time.
“You know you guys are never going to play, right?” one of our LS friends chides as we tell her about the misadventures.
“Probably,” I say. “But, I’m really not concerned, one way or another.”
And, genuinely, that’s our attitude. We want to play, but we also just enjoy their company. And this endeavor reminds us why we are in the LS to begin with. It’s not about the sex, really. The sex is ancillary. It’s about the connections, as cliched as that sounds. It’s about being around like-minded people and letting things be authentic and not having arbitrary boundaries because society says so. And you get to have that understanding — that chemistry and connection and be OPEN AND OKAY that you want to fuck the person in front of you (and they want to fuck you, too). Vanilla friendships can disintegrate when that occurs, but, with LS friendships, it means things have the chance to go to a new level.
Truly, that’s the best part of the lifestyle. The swapping, the threesomes, the orgies, the exhibitionism and voyeurism… they’re amazing and hot and incredible, but they’re just the sexy icing on the cake.
(Very, very sexy icing, that tastes really good, and I enjoy having it and it feels good in my mouth and… wait where was I going with this?)
Now, it’s a little over five months since we first contacted this couple. We’ve hung out, on average 1-2 times each month, vanilla-style, chatting off and on the entire time. We finally get another chance to hang out. We can practically hear the drumroll (and start worrying when little things start popping up, with the potential to derail plans yet again).
And yet, they don’t. We show up to their house, have something quick to eat and chat. But before long, chatting turns to touches — a caress on the leg, fingertips on the back, hair being brushed out of the way. Soon there are two sets of couples making out wildly on the couch, the middle schoolers eagerly waiting to kiss their crushes are now sex-crazed teenagers finally getting to do it. Clothing slowly comes off and tongues explore bodies before everyone takes the party upstairs.
What follows next is a marathon of positions and touches and sensations and pairings and eventually four wonderfully exhausted people cuddling on the bed, remarking that it was worth the wait. And, if anything, the wait made it better. Not just in terms of building up tension, but in terms of really getting to know the others as people.
And now we have the best of both worlds. A couple we invite to vanilla events, but we also get to hook up with. And nothing made things feel like it came full circle quite like another play date that ran until 3 in the morning (but, also ran into 3 in the morning because it’s still so much fun just to hang out and talk with them, too). There is a solid friendship alongside sexual chemistry and it feels like the true definition of Friends with Benefits.
So, that’s my story of the accidental-vanilla LS couple. A nice reminder that “no expectations” really can take you on some really great adventures, even if they’re not sexy right off the bat.
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