They almost didn't make it. Baxter and Whitney had sat in their living room, each furiously debating internally with themselves about what they were actually going to do. The couple had discussed their shared desire to branch out and try new things, even if they were committed to one another in depth and had initially agreed to try something out. A threesome, swapping partners, the works, but it had always stopped short of asking a friend or another couple. The potential stigma of asking someone they knew and the being rejected, or word getting out had stopped them short until Baxter had found the brochure for a new club. On paper it seemed perfect, school sanctioned, a new group of people they didn't know that well, accepting of anyone regardless of experience, they had even submitted bloodwork to the campus clinic in preparation, though their longterm monogamy precluded most of the usual risks.<br/><br/>Still, being presented with an opportunity, and taking the plunge were two different things entirely, and so when the first meeting time of 7PM came and went, they were still sitting in their apartment. Baxter lay on the couch in jeans and tight plain white t-shirt that barely accomodated his broad shoulder and chest, pretending to play with his phone.<br/><br/>Whitney sat in her yoga pants and sports bra with one of Baxter's rugby jerseys overtop, thinking about the last time she had experienced anything like what they were considering, a drunken fumble with one of her teammates after a game. A secret she had kept from Baxter, but something that had excited her in ways she had never considered. It was the thought of soft, gentler kisses than Baxter usually delivered, mingled with feminine sweat and fruity shampoo that did it.<br/><br/>Leaping to her feet she grabbed her boyfriends hand and dragged him towards the door. "C'mon we're going. We can leave and laugh later if it's lame, but we should at least see." she proclaimed before they started to walk towards campus. Thier late departure meant that they didn't arrive at the building until at least 30 minutes after the meeting had started, and they made their way down to the basement room.<br/><br/>There was heady smell leaking from the door into the hallway as they approached, and somewhat recognizable noises coming through the door though they were muffled. The two looked at one another and kissed each other on the lips before Baxter reached out and opened the door slowly only to find that the knob wouldn't turn. Letting go, he rapped with his knuckles on the opaque glass window of the door. Whitney called out a bit hesitantly, "Hello? Is this the club meeting room?"