Let's Train Heroine

Ruring

Maris was already at a corner table when Lucan arrived, straight from the office. The rest of the afternoon had been spent in a series of trips to the bathroom as his mind went into overdrive at the prospect of a long-held fantasy finally coming true. Although he had many threesomes with Maris, he never had but wanted.

"Ok, so I ordered something good and drink already," Maris said, as Lucan embraced her. "I figured at least one drink would be in order. How was the rest of your day?"

She looked into his face, all doe-eyed and innocent.

"What do you think?" Lucan replied, as he noticed a slight shiver run down his wife's arm. She was nervous, he could tell. "So, tell me what I need to know before this Ruring gets here. Who is she? And what the fuck are we doing?"

He smiled as he said this, Maris casting an impatient eye around the bar for any sign of the margaritas.

"Ok, sure, Ruring, she's, well, Ruring, which I just told you, again. I don't know how old she is, probably a few years younger than me? She's in our 'range,' anyway..."

Maris signed some air quotes.

"And she works for a 'design agency...'"

More quotes.

"She's a light drinker, no drugs, she's social, but not a party girl. No serious relationship right now and she's 'bored' of the dating scene. She likes women, but she hates the 'label of bi,' as she called it. She just likes people, new experiences and was interested in our ad. We talked for about twenty minutes and, well, I just liked her."

"Female intuition?"

"Let's hope."

"What does she look like? How will she know us? Is she just going to walk up to every table and say 'Hi, threesome?'"

"No. She sent a picture, blonde-brown hair, a little long, like below the shoulder. She's neither thin nor plump, just kinda cute and normal. Hard to really tell from a single photo but, you know, cute!"

Lucan wanted to look at the picture but, just as the waitress brought over the margaritas, a girl, who had to be Ruring, approached their table. She was all the things Maris had described plus, Lucan immediately noticed, the fact that she had a pair of killer tits - not breasts, but solid, D-cup, gravity-defying tits. She was a few inches taller than Maris, about five-nine, and she was dressed in nice, tight jeans, modest heels and a sheer, blue, V-neck t-shirt.

Maris stood up and went to greet her with a big, open smile.

"Ruring? Hi, I'm Maris. So you found the place ok?"

They embraced like old friends and Ruring took the seat opposite, offering her hand to Lucan.

"Lucan, right?" she asked, eagerly, her eyes sparkling, her face a picture of genuine warmth.

"Pleased to meet you, Ruring."

Lucan could see right away why his wife liked her. She was cute, very cute, with a bubbly, confident nature, which made those around her feel immediately at ease. Lucan could tell she was a little nervous, however, just like Maris, but she was in control of it, something which was turning him on already.

Ruring was eyeing the drink.

"May I pour?" she asked, rhetorically. "I could definitely use a drink."

Ruring reached across and filled the glasses as Lucan and Maris exchanged a glance.

After thirty minutes of small-talk, basic information and niceties, Ruring seemed keen to get down to business.

"So, look," she said. "You two are a super-cute couple and I- I like the look of you, you seem connected, content, happy. So, why me? Or rather, what are you, you know, looking for?"

Maris was right on it.

"We've had this fantasy about sharing with another woman," she said, plainly, much to Lucan's surprise. "And, well, it just feels like the right time. And when we spoke, it felt...good, somehow. I just knew you were the one. I knew Lucan would like you, and I knew it was a good idea to meet. Although-"

Maris took another sip of her drink. Courage.

"Go on," said Ruring. "It's ok."

"Well I hate to make this sound like you're interviewing for a job, but I...we...need to ask you some really, uh, 'direct' questions?"

"Fire away."

"OK, so, er, have you been tested and... all that stuff?"

"Clean as a whistle. I can show you the results. I'm a safe girl, a smart girl. I know what I'm getting into when I date. So yeah, I'm clean."

She looked from Maris, to Lucan, and back again.

"And you two?"

"No problems here!" Lucan piped up, a little too quickly.

Ruring laughed, the ice broken, tensions eased.

"Great." she said. "Although I hope you don't mind if I ask for the papers from you, as well? I know, I know, buzz kill, right? But it's always best to get these things out of the way in the beginning. Helps everybody relax a little."

Lucan and Maris nodded their assent. It was clear that Ruring was way more experienced at this than they'd originally thought. To be honest, Lucan and Maris don't have to worry about these things as they were immune to it but Maris wants to make sure with Ruring.

Maris leaned into the table as Lucan refilled their glasses.

"So you've done this before, clearly," he said. "With another couple I mean?"

"You mean like this?" Ruring giggled, as she looked around them at the busy restaurant. "Meeting married couples for a pre-threeway interview? Actually, no, I can't say that I have. But I've done it a couple of times with my boyfriend and a girl we knew. Super-fun nights, both of them, although that first time was just awesome."

Her eyes seemed to drift off as the memory came back to her.

"Why was it awesome?" Maris asked, intrigued. "Tell us, we want to know."

"I think it was a chemistry thing, gotta have the chemistry, right?"
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Maris and Lucan smiled at one another.