"Hold on," I said, "Why don't you call Lynda and ask her"
I gave her Dan and Lynda's phone number and went out to mow
the lawn. The tail end of the week was on us before we knew
it and I for one wasn't even thinking about Saturday night.
Dan had told me that it wasn't unusual for first timers to
sit around the living room and watch the porn-videos on the
wide screen TV or just have a drink and chat with the other
party-goers. Joy, in the mean time had called Lynda and
they'd met for lunch on Friday.
"Lynnie is gorgeous," Joy was almost panting as she came in
the door Friday evening. "And the best part is she's bi!"
"That was nice of her," I said, looking through the mail.
Joy looked at me funny and replied, "What are you talking
about" "I said it was nice of her to buy lunch for you."
Joy broke out into an uncontrollable laughing fit. "I meant
she was bisexual, you dummy, she has sex with women. And the
best part is she's going to setup a little girl to girl group
for tomorrow night, just for me!" I turned red, I had no idea,
heck I wasn't even getting any since my nasty divorce just
last year. I was kind of burnt out with women.
Dan drove up in his Sable at 8:15 Saturday evening, I called
up to Joy and she came running down the stairs in a short
skirt and blouse I'd never seen before. My expression must
have carried the message better than I thought.
"Lynnie helped me pick it out yesterday," She said spinning
around, "like what you see I hope everyone else does."
We walked out the door as Lynda got out of the front
passenger's seat and opened the back door, I waited for Joy
then as I began to follow Lynda stopped me and said,
"Nope, you get in the front, big guy, the lady and I are
together for the evening." Then she winked and slid in the
back next to Joy." Dan drove out to an area of the county I
didn't know very well, we came to a dirt road that curled up
the side of a very steep hill, then as we came around a blind
corner there were about ten cars parked off the road next to a
seemingly misplaced huge ranch style house. It was surrounded by
a five foot stucco wall with a great wrought iron gate and a
gravel path leading up to the two huge front doors. Dan rang the
chimes and a scantily clad blonde opened the doors and allowed us
to enter. Dan handed her an envelope and then pointed to a room
off of the large flag stone foyer. "That's the room where you can
disrobe, and there are towels on a shelf for you to wear. The
other door leads to the host's private rooms and are locked,
straight ahead and down the stairs is the living room, bar area
and dining room. There are three other bedrooms and two bathrooms
that you can find yourself. The kitchen is behind the dining room
if you're hungry. Otherwise make yourself at home. Oh, Bob," He
said in a whisper, "Anything goes, except, if the lady or man
says no. Then it's, no. Got it" I nodded and went down the
stairs to join the ten or twelve people sitting on the chairs and
floor. I no sooner reached the bottom step when a twenty
something woman with fiery eyes came up to me from the bar and
said, "Hi, I'm Jackie. Why don't you slip off your shoes and come
into the kitchen for a bite to eat" I complied following her
like a puppy dog, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Well, after
all she only had on a towel and it was only wrapped around her
waist. Jackie's figure was like the proverbial hour glass with
lottsa time left on top. Her skin was naturally dark and her hair
was black as coal. "Beer" She asked. "Sure, " I wanted to sound
sophisticated like I saw women with 36 DD breasts naked every
day, "straight up." "Is there any other way" she giggled. I was
fighting a losing battle with my composure. Then she pointed
to the table, "there are the cold cuts and sandwich makings,
would you make me a small turkey and swiss And have what
ever you like. I'll see about snagging a couple of cold ones
for us." Then she gave me a smile that melted my reserves, I
was hooked. She turned her back and left the kitchen I turned
to my appointed chores and had assembled two respectable
turkey and swiss sandwiches on small rolls when she returned
with two cans of Michelob and two iced pilsner glasses.
"Wow, looks like you have a talent for kitchen duty, what
else are you good at" a smirk replaced the brilliant smile
for only an instant, "Bob, Right" I nodded, astonished that
she knew my name and once again my face betrayed my thoughts.
"No magic, this is my house Jerry and I live here, so I know
everyone who's invited. Dan and Lynda are old friends. Come
on bring those sandwiches and I'll find us a nice quiet place
to chat. That is unless you'd rather sit with everyone else
in the living room and watch those stupid tapes." Her look of
distain made me quickly pipe up, "No, not at all, I'd follow
you anywhere." Once again that smile tore at my heart.
Jackie led me through the living room where no one seemed to
even notice us, into an arched hallway which had several
rooms off either side. Some of the doors were open and I
could barely make out groups of people in what appeared to be
nothing else but orgies. We went all the way to the end where
Jackie opened a locked door and we entered a room about six
feet by eight feet with a vaguely familiar odor. Jackie
turned up the lights slightly to remove the utter darkness.
"This is a walk-in closet, I don't have that many clothes so
I use it as my private space when I want to be alone, "a
sadness had come over her, it showed in her face and even in
her voice, "you're the only person who's ever been in here
with me." I saw her look down, nervously, then handing me one
of the beer cans she slide down the wall and sat on the
floor. Suddenly I established what the odor was, the room was
lined with cedar wood strips to keep out moths. Looking down
I saw she was looking up at me in a sad sort of questioning
way, "well, are you going to join me And is there any way I
can get you to lose the clothes If it bothers you, you can
have my towel." then reaching down she pulled it off and
tossed it in my direction. I was shamed into stripping so I
did it as gracefully as possible. I sat next to her and we
ate and talked about ourselves for about an hour. I
discovered how unhappy she was in her present relationship,
it seemed that Jerry had turned out to be a latent homosexual
and they had nothing at all holding them together except this
huge house. She was tired of sleeping with different men all
the time and longed for a normal, stable relationship. I also
discovered that I to missed having a relationship with a
beautiful, intelligent woman. She began to cry and I felt
misty myself, soon we were holding each other trying to make
each other's sadness disappear. Two naked people holding each
other in a warm, dark place soon finds something much stronger
that hugging and kissing to drive them. We quite naturally
began touching and ultimately making love. The closet had a
soft wool rug on it's floor and there were pillows and a
blanket or two in the corner. We made love first in haste
needing to feel the hot release of our pent up emotions. Then
we held each other like we were clinging to a rock and if we
let go we'd be swept away never to see each other again.
After awhile we talked about out lives and our hopes and
desires for the future. We had some more beer and began making
love again. This time we proceeded more slowly exploring each
other's bodies in the small, dimly lit room. When our orgasms
finally came we were beyond exhaustion and we fell asleep in
each others arms. Suddenly we came awake, there was someone
pounding on the door. We had been in the closet all night.