Free JENNY GOES HOLLYWOOD by Madison Langston Page A

found
the perfect place in the hills above Hollywood Boulevard. The house
was built before World War II, and I fell in love with it and the
many isolated nooks, both inside and out, where I can take my
laptop and meditate myself into the proper writing mood.
    For three weeks I’d followed a strict
writing schedule. I was happy with my progress and decided it was
time to get out and see if I could come up with a little
excitement. I’d heard of a club over in the valley that sounded
interesting and decided to give it a try. It was Friday, an ideal
time to sample Hollywood Nightlife.
    I selected a trendy one-piece black
dress, reaching just to mid-thigh. Half a dozen horizontal slits
revealed skin across the left thigh and hip with similar slits on
the long sleeves. I added black heels and checked the mirror. The
combination of my outfit and my long blond hair, gave me confidence
that I would stand out in most crowds, and deemed myself ready to
venture into the L.A Club Scene.
    When I got to the club, I connected
almost immediately with a couple–a man and his wife. Paul was
probably mid-thirties and Lecia I judged to be early thirties. I
was alone at the bar when Paul approached and invited me to join
them.
    From the moment my eyes met Lecia, I
was smitten. Her black wavy hair hung well below the shoulder
blades. Her smooth olive skin contrasted with the white chiffon
Roman style dress. Because of her coloring, I expected dark
brooding eyes, so I was startled when I found myself staring into
the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Her look of unabashed interest as
she met my gaze, made my pulse quicken. As we sat, Paul said, “I’m
Paul Anderson and this is my wife Lecia.”
    “Jenny Crayton,” I said and offered my
hand. Lecia’s soft grip and the touch of her long fingers in the
palm of my hand shifted my fantasies into overdrive and I wondered
what those fingers might feel like caressing my naked
body.
    “Hi Jenny,” Lecia said. “I hope you
don’t think us too forward, but we saw you sitting there and
thought you might like some company.”
    “Thank you. I’m glad you asked me
over. Actually, that’s why I came here. I don’t know many people in
L.A. and tonight I decided to get out and see some of the city.”
Paul and Lecia exchanged a look, and I think a signal passed
between them, and then I added, “Interesting Club! Do you come here
often?”
    Lecia said, “No. As a matter of fact,
this is our first time.”
    Paul signaled the waiter and, as we
had a drink, the Anderson’s got right down to it and smoothly
worked their proposal into the conversation. They had come to the
club looking for a threeway. I was startled. I hadn’t expected such
openness. A threeway wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for getting
to know new people in a new city. My plan had been to get to know a
few people and then let closer relations develop naturally. The
more I looked at Lecia, though, the more difficult it became to say
no. After all, one of the reasons I’d moved here was to experience
a more open lifestyle, and a threeway was certainly a move in that
direction.
    In less that half an hour we were on
our way to their place in Westwood. Paul suggested that Lecia ride
with me to show me the way. Lecia sat sideways, silently watching
me as I navigated the early evening traffic on the San Diego
freeway, heading south.
    “Jenny, I hope you don’t think we do
this kind of thing all the time. Actually this is our first time.
We tried it two other times, but couldn’t find someone we were
comfortable with.”
    “It’s not a problem. I wouldn’t have
come if not interested. I’ve never been in a threeway before. I
just hope I don’t get cold feet at the last moment.”
    “I don’t know if I’ll be all right
with it either; I’ve never been with a woman before. I’ve always
wondered what girl/girl sex would be like but never had the
opportunity. Paul and I have talked about it for months. He’s so
excited to see me