The Encounter, part 2

Prelude to a threesome?

When we last left off our lesbian lover had just confessed to banging her best friend. Well a lot has happened since then, but first let me give you the background of this little psycho stalker we call Gina.

"So, uh, what's the catch? What's that? You're going to boil my pet rabbit? That's not cool."

It all started at the St. Gennaro Festival in Manhattan's Little Italy about a year and a half ago. Like I have so many years before, I gave my friend a hand with his Zeppole and Calzone stand. In years past this gig has given me the opportunity to converse with some of New York's finest women.

It was a rainy day when I met Gina. She and her dimwitted friends sought comfort and shelter from the on again off again wet weather by using the coverage between stands. I noticed that they were empty handed and being the good salesman I am I let the girls know what they should have been doing. In my best Brooklyn-Guido accent I shouted, "We got 'em hot, we got 'em sweet, we got BALLLLLSSSS you can eat!!!"

Apparently this got her attention. She bought zeppoles and gave me her number. Intrigued by her frankness and what she could do with a powdered pastry I decided to give this girl a call.

Weeks went by, I'd rarely talk to her during the week and bang her on weekends. It was a pretty sweet setup. The only negative was she lived in Staten Island; the trek to pick her up and drop her off started to grate on me. She was annoying at times and I started to wonder if the trip was worth mind-blowing sex.

She was a complete whore when it came to that. She wanted to be choked, slapped, fisted, you name it she wanted it. Most of all she loved sucking my C. And when I say loved it, I mean she did it like it was her job, like a champ. But the trip and the tolls just weren't worth it anymore. Plus she started bugging me about going to the "next level" and I had no interest in that.

I guess when a woman handles your junk the way she did, she doesn't expect the guy to just drop her like she was nothing, but that's what I did. The shock still hasn't worn off. For a year and a half this girl has called me, stalked me, pleaded with me and had done just about anything just to see me. Each time I said no.

Until one day she told me about her friend Brenda and how she might have an affair with her. She asked me what I thought and I of course being an advocate for lesbianism I encouraged her to follow through. She finally got my attention. You have to admit this girl gets an 'A' for effort. As you can see by the Instant messaging conversation posted earlier as "The Encounter," she went through with it.

She used it as a ploy. There is no doubt about that. She even left me a message with her friend Brenda telling me how they were intrigued to go for the threesome. But here is the kicker. This is a girl I want nothing to do with. She is psychotic. She has stalked me at my home until I moved. The last thing I want to do is let her in on where I now live.

On the advice of DrDavid (a member of the Maximum Awesome forums), I told Gina that the only way I'd see her was with Brenda and we all had to bang. Problem is, all of a sudden these girls have standards. They don't want to go to a motel or do it in some neutral setting. They want it to be in the safety of my home. So there I am sitting at some diner in Queens. Looking at the both of them and their double D chests. What's a guy to do?

"I'm not going to budge on this," I say.

"Well then you will be missing out," Brenda replies.

"I came here to fuck you," Gina says to me eyeing me down, trying to break my will power.

The conversation moved to my car. At which point they said "Pull over, we want to convince you of how serious we are." I pulled into a secure spot and climbed to the back of my Jeep. Without hesitation both Gina and Brenda pulled out my schlong and went to town. Let met just tell you I've never experienced anything like this. I'm overwhelmed with this situation. They were like animals, taking turns with the prong and working the boys as well. At completion, I spread the love. Banana juice smiles on each.

I could have broken right there and driven right to my house to continue this, but they were the ones who said, "that's enough for tonight, now you make the call."

So this is my dilemma. What do I do? Get greedy and take these girls to my home and have my way, or do I walk away from this? Another year of stalking and phone calls might not be worth it, but of course I am a man and an opportunity like this comes along only once a millennium.

Back to Part 1: The Lesbian Club gets a new member (see below)