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Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 18:10:02 -0400
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      The Other Side Of The Coin
          by Ann Douglas

Part One

	"Oh baby, that was really great,"
Jordan Carter said as the nude brunette
that had just ridden him to orgasm slid off
his cock and dropped down next to him on
the bed.
	Heather White smiled as she
snuggled against her lover.  She agreed
with him, but really didn't feel the need to
actually say so.
	Heather and Jordan had been a
couple for almost two years.  In that time,
their sex life had become increasingly
adventurous.  From oral sex in public
places to the introduction of toys into
their sexplay.
	Heather White was twenty-two
years old and worked at a real estate
office that her father owned.  Five foot
five with short dark brown hair that
matched her eyes; she had a slim body
that perfectly matched her small breasts.
	Jordan Carter was two years older
and a half-foot taller, with gray eyes and
black hair.  An account manager at a local
bank, he had met Heather through  his
older sister, Connie,  who also worked at
the real estate office.  She and Heather
were best friends and the older girl was
sure the two of them would hit it off.
	And hit it off they had, both in and
out of bed.  Neither of them was looking
to settle down at this point in their lives.
Just to enjoy life and have some fun.  It
was a relationship that worked for both of
them.

	Laying naked in bed, the two of
them picked up on a conversation that had
been going on for over two weeks now.  As
good as their sex life was, it was beginning
to become routine once more.  Perhaps it
was time, they said to each other, to spice
it up once more.
	At the top of the list of possible
spices, had been the idea of adding a third
party to their lovemaking.  A suggestion
Jordan had brought up more that a few
times in their relationship, only to be
rebuffed by Heather.  Recently, the idea
had returned with a vengeance since
Heather confessed that back in high
school she'd once did it with one of her
girlfriends.

	"It's not like it's something that
you haven't done before,"  Jordan said as
they debated the issue.
	"I'm really beginning to regret ever
telling you about me and Lisa,"  Heather
replied,  "you don't seem to be able to
think about anything else."
	"That's because it's such a hot
idea,"  he said.  "Just the image of you and
another girl makes me so ..."
	"That's another thing,"  Heather
cut him off.  "Say we do decide to have a
menage a trois.  Who said it had to be with
another girl?"
	"What else would it be?"
	"Well,"  the short haired brunette
said as she rolled over and got up out of
bed.  "Did you ever consider the idea that
maybe I mind want to get it on with
another guy?"
	"Another guy?"  Jordan said, the
tone in his voice indicating that he'd never
considered the idea before.
	"Yes, another guy,"  Heather
repeated as she glanced into the image of
her lover reflected in the large bedroom
mirror.  "I've always wondered what it
would be like to have two cocks at once."
	"I didn't think of that,"  he
answered as the prospect of another man
fucking his girlfriend threw cold water on
his desire for a threeway.
	"Also, I think watching you play a
little with another guy would be really hot
too,"  she unexpectedly added.
	"Me,"  Jordan said in shock, "play
with another guy?"
	"Oh I don't mean you have to bend
over and let him do you or anything like
that,"  Heather said with a mischievous
grin, remembering the few occasions when
she'd let him fuck her ass,  "but I think
I'd come just from watching you blow
another guy."
	Jordan was totally speechless.
Never in his life had he ever considered
such a thing.
	"Oh I see,"  Heather said in a strong
tone with just a touch of anger.  "Its okay
for me to be with another woman and suck
her pussy, but not for you to do anything
with a guy."
	"Heather, baby,"  he said, realizing
that he was in a little trouble here, "you
just took me by surprise here, that's all."
	"So if I do say we'll have a
threesome, then you'll consider the idea of
having it with another man."  she said as
she climbed back on the bed.
	"I don't know,"  Jordan said, trying
to think of a way out of it.
	"Then I guess we should just forget
the whole idea,"  Heather said as she
picked her bra and panties off the floor
and began to put them back on.  Normally,
she would take a quick shower first,
possibly sharing it with her lover.  Right
now, she just wanted to get dressed and
leave.
	"No, wait a minute,"  Jordan said as
he also got out of bed.  "We just need to
talk about it some more."
	"What's there to talk about?"
Heather said as she adjusted her bra.
"We either do it or we don't."
	"How about we try it first with
another girl, then if that goes okay we'll
try it later with a guy?"  Jordan
suggested, trying to keep the possibility
of his fantasy alive.
	"Or we could just as easily do it
with another guy first, then a girl,"  she
proposed.

	Jordan watched Heather finish
dressing as he tried to think of a third
possibility.  To buy time, he decided to ask
a few questions while he thought.
	"If we did do this, who would we ask
to be the third?"
	"Well, my first choice for a girl
would be Connie,"  Heather answered, "but
with you involved that wouldn't work.
After all, she's your sister.  I'd have to
think about it a little, but I'm sure I could
come up with someone.  Do you think one of
your buddies would be interested if we
went with a guy?"
	Jordan knew that most of his
friends would definitely be interested in a
chance to fuck Heather.  But even if he
went along with that, there was no way he
was going to play with one of them as
Heather said she expected.
	"Maybe it should be with a
stranger,"  Jordan finally said, "someone
that we wouldn't have to see all the time
afterwards."
	"Well I wouldn't have a problem
with that," she said as she finished
dressing, "but if you do, then a stranger
would be fine.  I've seen plenty of ads
online for people looking for a third."
	"Okay,"  Jordan agreed.
	"Then we just have to decide which
it's going to be,"  Heather concluded.
	"We don't have to do this right
now,"  the dark haired man said as he put
on his underwear.
	"Why not."
	"Well we should talk about it some
more and ..."
	"No,"  Heather interrupted.  "No
more talk.  Either we do it or we don't."
	"But we haven't decided on which
way we're ...."
	"Then we'll cut cards or roll a dice
or ..."
	"... or toss a coin,"  Jordan finished
her sentence.
	"Or toss a coin,"  Heather repeated.
"Whichever, but we're going to decide it
right now."

	Jordan knew she was quite serious
about it.  When the urge was upon her, as
she liked to describe it, there was no
arguing with her.  Once she got an idea
into her head, like the time she stuck her
head under the blanket when they were
taking the redeye flight back from New
York and sucked him off, her hormones
took over.
	"Okay, we'll toss a coin then,"  he
finally conceded.
	"Whoever wins, we do it, agreed,"
Heather insisted.  "No backing out if it
doesn't come up the way you want."
	"Agreed,"  Jordan said, "but let me
get my grandfather's twenty dollar gold
coin to toss.  It's my good luck piece."
	Heather agreed as Jordan
rummaged through his top drawer for the
coin.  For something that was supposed to
be so important to him, he didn't seem to
keep in a very safe place.  Tired of waiting,
she was about to say that any coin would
do when he came up with the heirloom.
	"Heads it's a girl,"  he said as he
stepped back to Heather and began to
toss it into the air, "tails a guy."
	"Alright," Heather agreed as she
watched the bright coin spin in the air,
then fall to the ground right by their feet.
	"What is it?"  Jordan said, his voice
reflecting his nervousness.
	"Looks like you win,"  Heather said
with a shrug of her shoulders.  "It's
heads."
	Jordan resisted the urge to jump
for joy.  Instead he just smiled as he bent
down to retrieve his grandfather's coin.
Now that the issue had been decided, he
regretted his suggestion that they pick a
stranger.  Heather had some really hot
girlfriends, any one of which he'd love to
fuck.
	The thought of her girlfriends and
her statement that if she hadn't been his
sister, that Connie would've been her first
choice got him to thinking.  Seeing that
she had admitted to once being with one
of her girlfriends, could she and Connie
ever have ...?
	Heather interrupted his train of
thought and the image that accompanied it
as she congratulated him once more.  As
she kissed him, she grabbed his cock and
gave it a playful tug.  It surprised her that
it was again semi-hard.
	"Guess you're already turned on by
the idea, lover,"  she smiled as she broke
their kiss.  "I'll have to find a real hottie
for you."
	"You're not mad you lost?"  he
asked.
	"Why would I be mad?" she lied
badly.  "I could just have easily have won.
Either way, we're both going to have fun."
	"Yeah, you're right,"  Jordan
grinned.
	"I'll use the computer at work to
look up some ads tomorrow and see what
we can find," she said as she kissed him
one last time at the door.  "If we're lucky,
maybe we can set something up for next
weekend."
	"That would be great,"  Jordan said
as he watched her board the elevator
before closing his apartment door.
	Stepping back into his bedroom,
Jordan again tossed his lucky coin, this
time, catching it in mid-air.  He laughed as
he looked down into his outstretched palm.
The twenty-dollar piece had come up
heads once again.

	It was a slow afternoon at the real
estate office the next day, leaving
Heather plenty of time to surf the web.
It was a pity that she wasn't looking for a
man to join in their fun, she thought,
there was no lack of postings from men.
Some didn't look bad at all.  One even had
a photo of a cock the size of which she
hadn't ever seen outside of a porn film.
Maybe next time, she told herself.
	Even with the uneven ratio of male
to female postings, she still managed to
find four women that looked pretty
promising.  One was from an older woman
in her forties who was divorced.  Heather
wasn't sure how Jordan would react to
someone that age, but Heather thought
she was quite attractive and had
sometimes wondered what it would be like
with an older woman.
	Another fantasy led her to print out
an ad from a black woman closer to her
age.  Even dressed conservatively, Heather
could see a bust that would definitely
catch Jordan's interest.
	The third was a woman that
matched Heather in size and coloring.
There was nothing special about her ad,
but she was cute enough to be worth an
e-mail.
	The last was a very attractive
oriental girl a few years younger than
Heather.  More than once, Jordan had
showed a strong interest in Asian women
and even Heather had to say she found the
girl very exotic.
	"Looks like it'll be one of these,"
Heather said out loud as she laid the four
printouts on her desk and visualized
herself making love to each of the women.

	Heather was so engrossed in the
four pictures and the letter she was trying
to compose, she didn't realize that
someone else had come into the office.
	"Feel like lunch?"  Connie asked as
she walked up to Heather's desk.
	"Oh, hi Con,"  the brunette said as
she looked up from the desk, covering the
printouts as she did.  "I think I'll pass on
lunch, I have some things to get done."
	"What kind of things?"  a curious
Connie asked when she noticed her friend
cover up the papers on her desk.
	"Oh nothing important, just some
things."
	"Okay, suit yourself then,"  Connie
said as she suddenly reached down and
grabbed the covered papers.
	"Connie!"  Heather yelled.
	"Oh my, this is interesting,"  the
older woman said as she looked at each
one.
	Connie Ann Carter was three years,
two inches and almost two cup sizes bigger
than Heather.  They had been the closest
of friends since Heather began working
for her father while still in high school.
Still, it was a great shock to the curly
haired blond to find her friend searching
the Internet for a woman to sleep with.
	"I am really disappointed in you,
Heather,"  Connie said as she dropped the
papers back on the desk.
	"Look, Connie, there's a reason that
..."
	"If you wanted to sleep with a
woman, why didn't you just come to me,"
Connie said with a hurt look on her face.
"You know that I love you and would do it
in a heartbeat."
	"I love you too, Connie,"  Heather
said, "but there's a good reason I didn't
ask you."
	Unlike Heather, who had only one
bisexual experience to her credit, Connie
had been having affairs with women since
she was sixteen years old.  Something her
brother was totally ignorant of.
	The younger woman had only
discovered it herself a year ago when
Connie had taken Heather into her
confidence after a nasty breakup with her
latest girlfriend.  At the time, it would've
been easy for the two women to wind up in
bed together as they both already had
strong feelings for the other.
	 It was only the fact that Heather
was sleeping with Jordan that kept her
from Connie's bed.  Sleeping with both
siblings was something that she just didn't
think she could deal with.
	"I'm not just looking for myself,"
Heather explained.  "This is going to be
for me and Jordan."
	"Hmmm,"  Connie said as she
listened to what her friend had to say, "I
guess that would make it pretty awkward
if you came to me."
	That Heather and her brother were
looking to engage in a menage a trois
didn't faze Connie a bit.  There were few
secrets between her and Heather.  She
already knew just about every detail of
their relationship.
	"So I guess the only thing I can do
is lend a hand,"  Connie said as she finally
smiled.  "Let's see what you have so far."
she added as she looked at the letter on
the screen.

	As they worked on rewriting
Heather's letter, Connie asked how they
decided to have a threeway with another
woman.  From previous late night chats
about sex, she knew her friend often
fantasized about being with two men at
once. 
	"Actually, I did want to try it with
another guy,"  Heather confessed,  "but as
you could probably guess, Jordan wants to
see me with another girl."
	"Especially after you told him about
you and Lisa," Connie added.
	"Probably not the best idea I ever
had,"  Heather admitted.
	"When you told him you wanted to
have another guy in bed with you, did you
tell him the rest of it?"
	"Rest of it?" asked Heather.
	"About wanting to see him and
another guy getting it on,"  Connie
explained.
	"As a matter of fact, yes I did,"
said the younger brunette.
	"I'd have given anything to see the
look on my brother's face when you told
him you wanted to see him sucking off
some other guy,"  Connie laughed.  "I bet
he went through the roof."
	"Actually, I didn't think he took it
all that bad,"  Heather remarked.
	"We're talking about my brother,
right?"  Connie said in disbelief.
	"Yes, we're talking about your
brother,"  Heather laughed, "he even
agreed to abide by a coin toss.  If it had
gone the other way, I'd be looking for a
guy to share our bed right now."
	"Wait a minute here,"  Connie said,
her eyes opening wide with a burst of
understanding. "You said a coin toss?"
	"Yes, heads we asked a woman to
join us, tails we asked a man."
	"This coin wouldn't happen to be our
grandfather's twenty dollar gold piece,
would it?"  Connie asked, already sure of
the answer.
	"Yes,"  Heather replied a little
hesitantly, wondering what Connie was
getting at.  "Why?"
	"Well, all I can say is,"  the older
woman began,  "the next time he offers to
use that coin to settle an argument
between the two of you, I'd make sure
that he winds up with tails."
	"I don't understand,"  a confused
Heather said.
	"Because, my dear friend, as much
as we both love him, my brother can be a
real prick at times,"  Connie said.  "That
coin wasn't my grandfather's, it's not
made of gold and it doesn't have a side
that shows tails.  No matter which end
comes up, it's always heads."
	"That bastard!"  Heather said in
sudden anger.
	"I take it you're not going to need
to make plans for Friday night after all,"
Connie said as she held up the four
printouts and was about to rip them up.
	"No, I'm still going to make plans
for Friday,"  Heather said after thinking
about it for a few moments.  "There's no
reason why I should ruin my fun just
because Jordan tried to put one over on
me."
	"You're going to let him get away
with it?"  a surprised Connie asked.
	"I didn't say that, did I?"  Heather
said with what Connie knew to be a
familiar mischievous laugh.  "I've got an
idea."
	Connie leaned close to hear what her
friend had in mind.  As Heather shared her
plan, a devious smile filled her face.

	Jordan was ecstatic when Heather
called him later that night and said she'd
made all the arrangements for their little
adventure.  As they'd previously discussed,
she'd booked a room at the Holiday Inn
out on Route Six and they would meet
their guest there in the bar.  He was even
more amazed when she told him that she
had set it up for the following night.  Not
that he was complaining, mind you, he was
just surprised that she wanted to do it so
soon.
	"No time like the present,"  Heather
said before hanging up. "Besides, I'm
looking forward to this as much as you are.
Maybe even more."
	Up until the time she said that,
Jordan had begun to feel guilty about
having tricked his girlfriend and was
actually thinking he should confess the
fact.  Even if it meant that it blew his
chance of ever having his most desired
fantasy come true.
	Now, he put all such thoughts aside
as he dropped back into his chair and
turned his attention back to the ballgame
he'd been watching.  It was funny, he
thought, how easily Heather changed her
mind about picking a girl instead of a guy.
He guessed it really was like his buddy,
Jack, said.  Every girl's got a little dyke in
them, they just need a good excuse to let
it come out now and then.

	Heather picked up Jordan at the
bank as soon as his workday was over,
having Connie cover for her so she could
leave early herself.  Even with the traffic,
it only took a half hour to reach the
Holiday Inn.
	"You still didn't tell me what kind of
girl you've set us up with,"  Jordan said as
they turned into the parking lot.
	"I wanted it to be a surprise,"
Heather smiled as she spotted an empty
parking spot near the door.  "Trust me, I
think she's everything you could wish for."
	"Of course I trust you,"  Jordan
replied.
	Those five simple words hit the
twenty-four year old like a sledgehammer.
As much as he wanted what they'd planned
to happen tonight, his conscience finally
overwhelmed his hormones.
	"Heather,"  he said as he stopped
halfway to the door of the hotel.  "Before
we go in, there's something I have to tell
you."
	"Can't it wait until later?"  Heather
said.  "I'm sure Eriko's already here."
	"She's Japanese?"  Jordan asked,
the addition of another fantasy into the
mix adding to his moral struggle."
	"Yes, and that's all I'm going to tell
you until you meet her,"  the brunette said
as she took his arm and gave it a tug.
"Now come on."
	Jordan started to follow her lead,
then stopped again.
	"No wait,"  he insisted.  "I really
have to tell you this."
	"Okay, go ahead,"  Heather relented
as she stopped.
	"I cheated,"  he said.
	"You cheated on me!"  Heather said,
her voice suddenly filled with righteous
anger.
	"Oh God, no!"  Jordan quickly
corrected her.  "Never!"
	"Then what are you talking about?"
she asked.
	"The coin toss,"  he explained,  "it
wasn't fair.  I used a two-headed coin."
	"I know,"  Heather grinned
knowingly, her false anger fading.
	"You know?"  he repeated in
surprise.
	"Oh course,"  Heather said.  "You
don't think that I could fall for an old
trick like that, do you?"
	"Well, I err..."  Jordan responded,
trying to think of an answer that wouldn't
start a fight.  "Then why did you go along
with this?"  he asked instead.
	"Because it seemed so important to
you,"  Heather laughed.  "And because I
love you and want to see that you get what
you deserve."
	"I really am a lucky guy,"  he said as
he kissed her.
	"Honey, you don't know how lucky,"
Heather said as she started for the door
once more,  "but you're about to find out."





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