Sandy gazed across the room and eventually located a table. "Is that one over there OK?" he asked Jon. "It's kinda close to the dance floor but it's the only one open."
"Sure. I don't know what I'm doing, so if you do, I'll follow your lead," Jon replied and so the couple seated themselves. A rather mannish-looking waitress came for their orders. Sandy ordered coffee and Jon asked for a Coke.
For twenty or thirty minutes Jon and Sandy made small talk and watched a mixture of couples enjoy themselves on the dance floor. Then, Sandy broached the topic both of them had really been thinking about.
"So, are you active?" Sandy asked casually.
"Well, yeah, I've tried some things. I mean, I'm as curious as anyone else," Jon replied after consulting the memories the stone had supplied him.
"Like what?" Sandy wanted to know.
"That's kind of personal," Jon stalled.
"Well, Dale and I, we're kind of bi," Sandy confided. "We've both been with girls and boys, sometimes separately and sometimes together."
"You guys have menage a trios?" Jon asked matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, occasionally. We tried a few quads, too. But no, we don't do much with each other, except jack off. You were gonna ask me that, right? People usually do, because we're twins. Now what about you?"
The band finished their number just then, and this provided Jon a welcome interruption as couples leaving the dance floor brushed by him and Sandy.
"Things have obviously been a little stranger for me than for most people," Jon eventually began. "Sex with guys usually doesn't work out for me. Most of 'em want to, you know, stick it in me, and while I get wet from that, I've never really gotten off."
"So, what, you have to fake it?" Sandy asked incredulously.
"Yeah, basically, but I don't think I'm very good at it. Either that or it just freaks guys out to hear a guy's voice saying yes, oh yes or whatever. I tried a little older guy once and he was better. He lasted longer and, wonder of wonders, he seemed to know that clitties exist.
"Girls, obviously, are better that way, but it's still hard to find a good partner. Believe it or not, a lot of girls are grossed out by pussies. I guess they think pussies are dirty or something. I sometimes wonder if they've ever really looked at themselves down there," Jon mused. Even thought his escapades were an artificial past history, he found himself getting excited by them. Could his life really have been like the one he was describing?
"Not everybody likes the smell, either," Jon continued. "A lot of guys can't stand it, and even fewer girls. So, even if I give them head, they get grossed out doing it for me. And then, you know, a lot of guys won't tongue my clitty, even if I ask them, and they say OK, and I steer their mouth to it. High school guys, at least, don't seem to believe there's anything there. A couple of guys even thought I was trying to fool them so I could piss on them. A couple of girls did get me off, though, and that was really good."
"Like who? Do you mind if I ask?" Sandy inquired.
"There was a girl from the college who I met though a dating service; we did each other pretty good a couple of times but otherwise we weren't very compatible. Then I met this crazy artsy chick who'd try anything. That was good until the newness wore off, then she got bored. Oh, and the third one was my sister Zoe. Believe it or not, she asked me for a few lessons and we did that on a couple of afternoons when my parents were away. Neither one of us expected to keep it up, though, and we didn't."
"Do you have something going on with that skinny chick over there in the red and black party dress? She keeps looking at you," Sandy observed.
"Yeah, I know her. We never tried it, though. You wanna talk to her?"
