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This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by anyone other than the author ====================================================================== REPOST NOTE: This was my attempt to write an orgy story about normal people with normal lives. ===================================================================== Midsummer Night's Orgy Vickie Morgan Chapter One Rebecca finished loading the dishwasher and turned the kettle on. She put her head round the sitting-room door to inquire if Tony wanted a cup of tea, and received an affirmative grunt by way of reply. Passing the phone, a message scrawled on the notepad next to it caught her eye. "When did Natalie phone?" she demanded, annoyed that he hadn't mentioned it before. "What?" Tony asked without taking his eyes off the television. "There's a message by the phone that Natalie called. You remember Natalie, my old university friend? We shared a house? Natalie Robinson?" "Yeah, of course I remember Nat. She called yesterday, said something about it being time to catch up on old times," Tony said. "I wrote her number down for you." "Thanks for telling me," Rebecca grumbled. She set the tea to stewing while she thought about returning Natalie's call. They had been such close friends at university, almost inseparable. There had been three of them, Natalie, Dawn and Rebecca. Everyone had called them 'The Three Witches', partly fuelled by Dawn's eccentricities. They had vowed always to remain friends but they had all gradually drifted apart over the years. The last time Rebecca had spoken to Natalie it must have been over two years ago and it was almost as long since she had talked to Dawn. Rebecca smiled as she remembered some of the wild times they'd had together. Then a thought struck her and she shot a worried look at the calendar. Their last night together they had gone down to the beach and built a big bonfire. They had sat around it through the night, drinking and laughing. At some point Rebecca remembered Dawn making an outrageous proposal. "Whatever happens, we have to meet up for the last summer solstice of the millennium. We can't miss celebrating that." "You're such a pagan," Natalie had told her. "It's just another day. If you were Chinese or Jewish or something it wouldn't even be the end of the millennium." "There's always something magical about midsummer's night," Rebecca had said. "It never gets dark, just all purple and silver all night long." "Of course it's magic," Dawn had insisted. "Come on, let's make a pact. Whatever happens, wherever we are, we'll meet up and celebrate the last midsummer's day of the century. Come on, swear." "Ok, I swear I'll celebrate midsummer, 1999 with you two," Natalie had said. "But I'm not cutting my thumb and doing the blood mixing thing, so don't bother asking." "Don't worry, I know how squeamish you are about blood," Dawn had replied. "Rebecca, your turn." "I swear I'll celebrate midsummer night with you two," Rebecca had said obligingly. "How are we going to celebrate though?" "Come back here, build another bonfire, have an orgy," Dawn had suggested casually. "What!" Rebecca demanded. "An orgy, how else could we celebrate?" Dawn had asked innocently. "What's up, not chicken are you Becca?" "No, she's probably worried her boyfriend won't let her," Natalie had said. "Hey, Tony doesn't control what I do," Rebecca had replied indignantly. "Ok, an orgy it is. I'll see you both there." What had seemed like a good idea at twenty-one didn't seem quite as sensible eight years later. Rebecca couldn't believe that Natalie and Dawn were actually going to go through with it. But why else would Natalie call out of the blue, a month before midsummer's night. Unsettled, Rebecca carried the mugs of tea through to the sitting room and collapsed on the sofa next to Tony. He muttered some kind of thank you when she gave him his tea, but his gaze never wavered from the television screen. Rebecca sighed, resigned to his ways, and went back to worrying about what to say to Natalie. There was no way she could possibly take part in an orgy, but she had to come up with a good excuse. Natalie was now a high profile and very successful lawyer while Dawn worked at a natural health centre during the day and also taught at a local college. In contrast, Rebecca just worked part-time on the tills at the local Safeways. She didn't want to just refuse to go the orgy because she had succumbed to middle-class morality. She needed a good excuse, but her mind remained stubbornly blank. She considered asking Tony for help, but he seemed totally absorbed by the flickering box in the corner, as he seemed to be every night nowadays. She didn't know when the subversive thought first crept into her mind, but once lodged it refused to leave. She could just go. Tony wouldn't object to her spending some time with her old friends. In fact, she would be surprised if he even noticed she wasn't there until he wanted something to eat. Slowly, a knot of excitement formed in her stomach. The thought of attending an orgy was so strange, so exciting, so unlike anything that normally happened in her humdrum, mediocre life. Filled with determination, she went out into the hall, picked up the phone and dialled Natalie's number. "Hi Natalie, it's Rebecca," she said brightly. "Becca!" Natalie's voice came clearly down the line. "Hello stranger. How long has it been since we last spoke." "Hello yourself," Rebecca replied, smiling just to hear her familiar accents. "It's been too long. Although I was half expecting to hear from one of you, considering the date." "The date?" Natalie asked. "Um, not long until the orgy date, is it," Rebecca said, hoping she sounded more confident then she felt. Natalie was completely taken aback. She frantically searched her memory for whatever Rebecca was referring to. "Yeah, I suppose its not that long," Natalie said cautiously. Then she remembered: sat around a bonfire and Dawn making them swear to meet up for an orgy on the last midsummer's night of the millennium. She couldn't believe Rebecca expected them to go through with it. She wouldn't have been surprised to be having this conversation with Dawn, but Rebecca had always the sensible one. "So, you're still going to go through with it?" she asked. "I thought Tony would have refused to let his little wife go off to an orgy." "Where do you get this strange idea Tony controls my life?" Rebecca demanded indignantly. "Now, I presume you are organising the details. Let me know what you want me to bring." "Well the most essential thing is going to be men, don't you think," Natalie drawled. "How many do you think you'll be able to lay your hands on?" "Um, I'm not sure right now," Rebecca replied, wondering what she had got herself into. "Ok. I'm going to talk to Dawn, and then I'll get back to you nearer the time," Natalie said briskly. "It's been great talking to you again, Becca. See you at the orgy." "Yeah, see you then. I'm looking forward to it," Rebecca lied. Natalie gently replaced the telephone receiver and stared blankly at the wall. She couldn't believe the conversation she had just had. If she had known what the impulse to get back in touch with her old friends would lead to she would have firmly squashed it. She had been feeling lonely recently and she had thought a nice chat with Rebecca or Dawn would have made her feel better. There was no way she could have admitted to Rebecca that the idea of an orgy scared her silly. So her foolish pride had made her pretend that she was blasé about the whole thing. Now her only hope was that Dawn would refuse to go along and provide Natalie with a legitimate excuse to cancel. It was a weak hope at best, but there was always a chance that Dawn had become more sensible as she had grown older. Natalie looked around her apartment. Everything was carefully chosen to co-ordinate and be as tasteful as possible. Somehow, today it seemed sterile and lifeless. Maybe something as crazy as an orgy was just what she needed to spice up her life. She had just finished a long and bitter court case between two hostile ex-partners, which had left her, tired and disillusioned. If nothing else, it would distract her from work. And all the magazines insisted that sex was a great stress-buster. She might even be able to claim the expenses back against tax. There was no time like the present, so Natalie looked up Dawn's number and dialled it in. She had forgotten how bubbly Dawn was. Even her 'hello' sounded cheerful. "Hi Dawn, it's Natalie." "Nat! How lovely," Dawn cried. "I haven't heard from you for ages. How have you been? Still being the super-lawyer?" "Doing my best," Natalie replied, smiling despite herself. "Oh you career women. You need to kick back and relax a bit," Dawn told her. "I bet you don't even have a boyfriend." "I refuse to answer on the grounds it might incriminate me," Natalie said. "Haven't changed a bit," Dawn sighed. "So, to what do I owe the honour of a phone call?" "Well, Becca and I thought we'd better start making arrangements. Wouldn't do to leave things to the last minute, would it?" "Arrangements?" Dawn asked. "Arrangements for what?" "For the orgy, of course," Natalie said innocently. "You hadn't forgotten had you?" "Orgy?" Dawn echoed. While she wouldn't have been surprised if some of her friends had casually referred to an orgy, Natalie wasn't one of them. Yet Natalie was talking as if Dawn should know what she was talking about. If Rebecca was involved then it had to be something from university, the three of them hadn't really been together since then. "I thought you two wouldn't be wanting to go through with it, now you're both all grown up and boring." Dawn said, playing for time. "Well there's only one end of the century solstice," Natalie said cheerfully. "And we have to keep our vows, even if we didn't sign it in blood." Suddenly Dawn remembered, sitting around a campfire, making plans for the future. Some crazy idea about having an orgy. She had a horrible feeling it had been one of her crazy ideas. But who would have thought that two such conventional women as Natalie and Rebecca would have been prepared to go through with it. If they were up for it, there was no way she could chicken out. She had a reputation to live up to, after all. "All right, excellent," Dawn said. "How are we going to organise this?" "Well, it's probably best if I handle it, don't you think?" Natalie suggested. "You're not known for your organisational skills and Becca isn't much better. I've got a couple of windows in my schedule, so I'll check things out and let you know. Ok?" "Sounds good to me," Dawn said. "Hope we can still get to the beach." "First thing I'm going to check out," Natalie told her. In fact, I'll probably go down this weekend." "Sounds great," Dawn said. "It'll be a blast just for us all to get together again. I take it you've been talking to Becca. How is she? I thought she would have a whole horde of sprogs by now." "She seemed fine. Still with Tony the Terrible, but no mention of kids. You're right, it's been too long." "The Three Witches meet again," Dawn said, just to hear Natalie's reaction. Natalie had always hated that title and sure enough she gave an indignant snort. Laughing, Dawn put down the phone and wandered into her kitchen to make a mug of camomile tea. She needed something to calm her down. It was one thing to propose an orgy just to be outrageous, quite another to actually plan and attend one. She wandered around her tiny cottage, lighting incense sticks and dropping some lavender oil into a burner. As the soothing aromas seeped into her senses, she let her mind drift back to her university days. She had had such fun, and Rebecca and Natalie had been a major part of that fun. She hadn't had any friends as close as since. She just wasn't sure if an orgy was the best kind of a reunion. Then she stopped and reconsidered. A few years ago, she would have leapt at the idea. Maybe she was getting staid in her old age. After all, she was thirty in less then six months, as her boyfriend had reminded her just last week when he left her for a eighteen old. Of course, he had only been twenty-one himself. Dawn looked at the box of his possessions that were waiting by the door for him to pick up. It seemed that Peter didn't even care enough about their relationship to bother picking up the things he'd left behind. She just wished she could cut off her emotions as easily. Somehow an orgy was looking more and more attractive. Doing something wild like that might help her centre herself, regain some of her youthful enthusiasm again. At the very least it would distract her from moping around the house brooding about her love life. Copyright Vickie Morgan, June 1999 E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com This story is distributed free of charge for your entertainment. It does take quite a lot of time and effort to write, type, edit and post a story, especially a long one like this. All I ask is that you take a couple of minutes to e-mail me, let me know that you've read this and perhaps give some reaction. Thank you.