PART XI Lisa and James along with Susan and Charles and their friend Cathy and her husband Tom spent several weekends every year at Susan and Charles's beach house. Cathy went to high school with Susan and Lisa and the three of them were always known as the best of friends. This year Lisa and Susan plotted a way to spend additional days at the beach house where the four friends who had become intimate together could enjoy some sexual games together. Susan's husband received a "surprise" message at the beach house on Saturday from his work. He was suddenly free for the next week. Susan quickly invited the other four friends to extend their stay. Cathy and Tom just could not do it because of their kids, but Lisa and James decided a few extra days would be fun. After seeing Tom off, Susan and Lisa ran into the beach house and stripped their tops off. The guys, sitting on the sofa applauded and cheered and urged the girls to "show us more." In a bump and grind routine the girls danced together, rubbing each other's breasts and caressing each other as they stripped off their suits. Eventually they danced naked together, the guys enjoying the flash of thighs, and breasts and all the intimate parts of their ladies. Laughing, the girls pulled the guys up and stripped them naked until each couple was dancing naked. "God, I've been so horny," Lisa said. James was dancing behind her, his hands on her breasts and his rigid cock pressed against her ass. "Yeah," Susan said, "I enjoyed having Cathy and Tom, but I've been thinking about this for two days." She had turned to face Lisa, Charles behind her with his arms around her and his cock pressed against her. The two women leaned forward and kissed each other, long and slow. The guys slid lower pressing their cocks against the warmth between the ladies' legs. Eventually each lady turned and took her man's cock in her mouth. Eventually they did what they'd learned to enjoy so much. And they did it for the next couple of days. What they did not know was Cathy had forgotten the t- shirts she'd bought her kids. What they did not know was that Cathy ran back up the stairs of the beach house. What they did not know was how stunned Cathy was at what she saw through the window beside the front door. Cathy went back down the stairs jangled by the unbelievable thing she'd witnessed. She was stunned and could not even begin to make sense of what she saw. "What took so long?" Tom asked. "Did you get the stuff you left?" "What? No. We couldn't find them. Maybe I packed them." "Are you okay?" "Yes." No, she said to herself. I am not okay. "Now we're running even later. I wanted to get home in time to watch some television. You'd think they'd get cable in that beach house. Or a satellite dish." "What?" Oh god, oh god, oh god is all her mind could come up with. All the way back to her house, Cathy tried to make sense of what she'd seen. Lisa and Susan naked in front of the guys. Lisa and Susan kissing each other! Lisa and Susan doing oral sex right there on the floor in front of each other. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Lisa and Susan had even changed places. They'd sucked each other's man! How could she ever face her friends again? Lisa and Susan did not even notice at first, but over the next several months Cathy drew further and further away. Of course Lisa and Susan were distracted because they tried to spend at least one day a week if not more engaged in their sexual games together. Eventually, one day at lunch, Susan said to Lisa, "You know, it's been a long time since Cathy found time to go out with us. I wonder if everything is okay." "I don't know, but you're right. I'm not sure I've seen her since we went to the beach together." "Let's call her." Susan took her cell phone out and dialed Cathy's number. No answer. "I wonder where she is." They continued their lunch until Cathy said, "I wonder if she's screening calls with her caller ID. I don't think she's been home for any calls I've made to her for a long time." "Oh, surely not. Why would she do that?" "Hell, I don't know, but where's she been?" "Well, do you want to just drop by her house?" "Yeah, let's go." Cathy opened her door. Lisa and Susan both noticed the strange reception they got. Susan said, "Cathy, we got worried. We haven't seen you for some time and we couldn't get you on the phone." "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I've had the ringer off a lot." She stood in the doorway but did not invite them in. She wasn't mad at them; it was just that the things she saw were so unbelievable that she was stunned when she opened the door to see them. In her mind she saw them naked, pressed against each other and then on their knees with glistening penises sliding in and out of their mouths. Cathy just could not deal with that image. "Well," Lisa said, "come to the mall with us. We miss you." "No. I can't. Not right now. I have something I have to tend to. Maybe another time." Back in the car Lisa and Susan were silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lisa said, "That was very strange." "Something is wrong. Did we do something to her?" "No. Like I said, I haven't even seen her since the beach." "Do you think she's mad because we stayed longer?" "Can't be. You invited them to stay. I wonder if they're having some marital discord. Tom is not real outgoing and at the beach he hardly paid any attention to her." "You noticed that too, huh? I got the impression he would rather be somewhere else." "Well, maybe they're having problems, but you'd think she'd confide in us. We're all best friends." Susan shook her head. Back at her house Cathy sat on her sofa. The appearance of her friends brought up those images from the day on the porch of the beach house when she learned her two best friends were involved in group sex. Cathy had not been able to sort out all her feelings about that. Now that Lisa and Susan had made the effort to come to her house, she realized that something had to give. She wasn't sure she could ignore what she'd seen and try to go back to the way things used to be. But, if she didn't what was she going to do? She sat on her sofa and forced herself to think about what she'd seen and what her feelings were and how she might be able to face her friends again. After all, they were her friends and she missed them desperately. She seemed to be getting lonelier and lonelier. Especially now that Tom seemed to be getting more and more distant. That last thought startled her. Tom had never been real social. When she met him in college she thought his aloofness was a sign of intelligence and sophistication. But, she suddenly articulated to herself, it is just arrogance. Her head actually jerked when she thought that. Why, she asked herself did that suddenly pop into her head when she was thinking about her friend's nasty, kinky sex practices? She couldn't be jealous. Could she? Sex with Tom was okay. What could she be jealous about? "Okay," she thought to herself, just "okay." She was jealous! Not because she wanted to have sex with anybody else, but because the sex she saw through the window, as perverted as it might have been, would not be classified by anybody as "just okay" sex. Tom had been her first and only lover. These days they made love maybe once every two weeks. He would move on top of her and caress her a little and put it inside of her. Sometimes she would have an orgasm and sometimes she wouldn't. When the three of them got together, Lisa and Susan often talked about sex. They mentioned things, like "he went down on me," that Cathy had never experienced. Once, Susan talked about Charles attacking her in a parking lot. Cathy didn't talk about sex. She was too shy. Her friends were more experienced and Cathy always thought of herself as being more of a good girl. She knew there were a lot of sexual things out there. Like oral sex. She went to the movies. In "Pretty Woman" Julia Roberts was on the floor between Richard Gere's legs. They didn't show anything, but the movie certainly implied that she was performing oral sex. And that was mild compared to some movies. Even on TV. "Friends" always made sexual references. She remembered that once Monica and Chandler were talking in one episode and Monica was promising Chandler a "special time." He gave her look and she said, "No, not that!" What did she mean by "that?" Oral sex? Something else? Whatever it was, it was something that Cathy had never experienced. Cathy suddenly realized that she would like to try out some different things. Not what Lisa and Cathy were doing, but some things. It was like a splash of cold water when Cathy realized that she had started out to sort out her feelings about her friend's perverse sex together and she ended up thinking about her sexual ignorance and inexperience. She was jealous. She had those thoughts that day and then again months later when she found out that Tom was cheating on her with a co-worker. She had made no effort to repair things with Lisa and Susan. She just could not figure out how to do that. So, things went on, except she was starting to wonder even more about what she was missing. Then, one day she smelled another woman on Tom's clothes. He'd obviously not taken the time to shower after sex. She slowly collected other clues until she confronted him and he admitted it and he left her. One of the things he said in the three emotional days in which her marriage came crashing down was that he enjoyed sex with his lover more than with his wife. She was more experienced and did things that Cathy had never done. That was the most unfair of all, because Cathy had tried. She had wanted to explore other things. But her husband had kept her on a pedestal, turning aside anything other than the most routine of sex. He'd sought the other stuff elsewhere. That was the most unfair of all. So, she sat alone on her sofa and cried at the irony of the fact that her perfect marriage had dissolved so quickly because of sex, but Susan, as far as Cathy could tell, had a strong marriage despite the fact that Susan and Charles engaged in kinky sex with other people. It did not make sense. It shocked Susan when she learned from another acquaintance that Cathy and Tom had split. They'd been the all-American couple. Susan had never been able to figure out what had happened to her friendship with Cathy, but she had to give her friend a call. "Hello." "Cathy? Hi. It's Susan. Are you okay?" Cathy was quiet for a moment or two, but suddenly, all the confusing sexual things about her friend no longer mattered. She started to cry as she said, "No." "Lisa and I are coming over." Lisa and Susan hugged their friend. They all cried and the two long time friends listened to Cathy talk. She talked about the man she thought she knew and what he'd done. Cathy could not tell them it seemed to be mainly about sex. She just couldn't do that. She just blamed it on the other woman and a "cheap no-good lying prick of a bastard husband." "Oh my god," Susan said, trying not to laugh, "I've never heard you say such things." Cathy started to laugh while she cried and she said, "Well, he is." "Yes he is," Lisa said. The three friends talked and drank wine. When the kids got home from school, Susan made sure they had dinner and a snack and set them up in front of the television and eventually to bed. The kids were happy to hear their mother laugh after the weeks of crying when she thought they could not hear. Susan and Lisa finally got their friend to bed. Cathy promised to drop the kids off at grandma's and to spend the next day with her friends. Cathy woke up and made a conscious decision not to think about her friends having sex together and with each other's men. After all, God knows her life was fucked up. Why should she judge her friends? They spent a good day together. Over the next couple of weeks things were almost back to normal. The friends talked and had lunch and slowly Cathy accepted that her marriage had not been what she'd thought it was and she was better off without him. What was good was that she realized that she hadn't even liked the marriage she thought she had. She appreciated her friends and none of them talked about the distance that had grown between them. Occasionally, though, when Lisa and Susan were laughing at something or talking together, Cathy would look at them and remember them naked, their mouths on each other and their men naked and pressed against them and she would have conflicting emotions about the vision in her head. Her husband had proven that the world was different than she'd thought. Sex was evidently a much bigger deal for him than he'd let on to her. It startled Cathy to realize that she was mad at her husband for not letting her enjoy sex and, even more startling, she was jealous of her friends. She saw them put penises in their mouths. What was that like? What was it like to see other people having sex, to feel the other people move while engaged in the act? What was it like to have a man inside of you from behind? What was it like to have a woman's mouth on your nipple? What would it be like to actually put your mouth down there on another woman? All of these thoughts floated unbidden in Cathy's mind one morning. Her kids were with their dad for the weekend as ordered by the divorce decree. Her friends had helped her get back into life and to realize that she was better off without Tom. And, as she lay there in bed that morning, the forces of biology were working. She had not had sex for months. Of course, she'd gone through a time when she thought she'd never have sex again. But, that time was past. This morning, she'd been thinking about what she'd see her friends doing and she'd tried to not think about what her husband did with his girlfriend that he didn't do with Cathy. Suddenly, she realized that her thoughts about sex were making her sexually excited. No, she thought to herself, they're making me horny (a word she would have never used with her husband). She sighed and thought, I've got to quit thinking about sex if it is going to make me horny. I have no way to have sex. But, she couldn't stop the image of something she'd seen, Susan leaning forward, feeling Lisa's breasts and Charles's hand sliding between Susan's legs. The tension grew between Cathy's legs. She laughed at herself and told herself to quit thinking about such things. She brazenly gripped herself between the legs, as if to quench the feeling, and thought "stop!" Her reaction to the touch of her hand was another thing that startled her. She laid her head back on the pillow and thought, god, I haven't masturbated since high school. I'm so clueless I probably don't even remember how. Her body betrayed her. Well, she thought, I can't have sex with Tom. I don't even want to have sex with Tom. Unless I want to have sex with Cathy and Lisa I'm going to have to figure out how to take care of this tension. She had a moment when she thought that maybe Cathy and Lisa would not even want to have sex with her, but she laughed that off. I'm not gay she thought. That's nothing to worry about. She was dressed in a large soft t-shirt and jogging pants. I've got to do something, she thought. She took a pillow and gripped it between her thighs. That's how she first masturbated at the age of 13, scared and guilty and unable to stop the relentless press of her body against the corner of one of her pillows. This day the pillow was not enough. She slid a hand into her pants and over her panties. She felt the heat of her sex and was surprised to feel that her panties were wet with her secretions. She pressed against herself. In one of their many conversations, Lisa had pointed out the advantages of not having a man around. You can be a slob, she'd said. You don't have to make the bed unless you want to. You don't have to get dressed if you don't want to. You can do what you want to do. Well, there was nobody here this day. At least she was more mature than the last time she'd masturbated. Intellectually she knew that touching herself was not a sin. There was nothing wrong with it. Even in high school, she'd resisted the urge to press her hand directly against herself. She would use a pillow, or rub the handle of a hairbrush up and down against her sex outside her panties. Once, at her grandmother's she'd used the removable shower head. She considered that to be the naughtiest thing she'd ever done, to direct that pulsating stream of water against the urgency of her genitals. Tentatively she put her fingers beneath the waist band of her panties. Just the tips slipped into the curly softness of the hair there and she paused, draping her other arm across her eyes, almost as if embarrassed. Did Cathy or Lisa do this? She laughed at the absurdity of that thought. Good god, they'd pressed their hands and mouths against each other. What she was finding it so hard to do was nothing compared to that. She moved her hand lower until it rested on the slit between her legs, her fingers just lightly touching, feeling the heat and the moist hair. The waist band on the jogging pants pressed against her wrist. Suddenly she realized the advantages of being home alone. She could, by god, take off her pants and there was nobody there to tell her that was bad. She raised her hips and slipped the jogging pants off her legs. The feeling of her legs being exposed was delicious. I am wicked, she thought. Exposing her panties to the air caused the wet spot on her panties to cool, making her more aware of everything that was going on. God, it felt sexy to strip off her pants. She looked to the side at the mirror and saw herself laying there in just a t-shirt, one hand resting lightly between her legs. Watching herself in the mirror she raised her knees to cause the t-shirt to slip back from her thighs. She could see her naked legs all the way to the curve of her buttocks, encased in the cotton panties she wore. She remembered the naked legs of her friends that day at the beach house. And their breasts. And the nakedness of the men. She raised the t-shirt over her breasts and the exposure of her nipples to the morning light and the air caused another surge of excitement to course through her body. She pulled the t-shirt off. Except for that one time in the shower she could not remember being naked while she masturbated. How strange she thought. Masturbation is sex and traditionally you get naked to have sex. Of course, back then she'd worried about her brother and sister, her parents, and her own sinfulness. Well, no more. She raised her hips and slid her panties off. She lay there on her bed, feeling deliciously wicked. Naked. I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked because I'm horny and I'm going to finger myself. She giggled. Yep, finger myself. I'm going to finger myself until I come. She almost wanted to call her ex-husband and tell him. No. She almost wanted to call Susan and tell her. Why in the world did she have that thought? Best of all, unlike when she was a teenager and when she had to touch herself she would do it quickly, this day she had all the time in the world. No kids, nothing to do. She spread her legs about a foot and looked down, past her breasts to where the hair between her legs curved beneath her. She very slowly slid one finger through that hair and over herself. Just spreading her legs was a sexy thing, wanton and dirty. But if it was dirty, it was just her so it didn't matter and god it felt wicked. Her finger could tell that even more of her wetness was working out of her body. She could only imagine how wet she would find herself. She spread her legs wider and wider until they were spread so wide that there was no denying that she'd assumed a posture unrelated to anything but sex. Her legs were open to expose her sex. She noticed her scent and breathed deep. It was her moment. She was turned on and it was all her. She had a quick thought wondering what Lisa smelled like when Susan put her face between her legs. What did Susan smell like? When they were all having sex what did the room smell like? Good god, her room was starting to smell like sex and she was all by herself. She continued to remember the scene. At one point, Susan had been bent over with Charles moving in and out of her from behind. Cathy had seen Charles look down to where he was moving in and out of Susan. His hands had gripped the cheeks of her bottom. Cathy was actually seeing things more clearly now than she'd allowed herself to remember before. For the first time Cathy let herself realize that Charles had spread Susan. He must have been able to see his organ moving in and out of his wife. He must have been able to see her anus! Cathy allowed one finger to press a little way past the outer folds between her legs. Yep, she was wet there. She moved the tip of her finger in a small circle enjoying the feel of wetness and enjoying the fact that she did not have to worry about anybody finding the remnants of her sexual wetness on her sheets. Her eyes were closed as she continued to explore her memory. While Charles had been moving in and out of Susan, Lisa had taken James, gripping him by his penis, and pulled him toward Susan. Susan's mouth had opened and maybe she could remember or maybe she was just imagining Susan's tongue stretching to touch him. James had been shiny from Lisa's saliva and he had slid into Susan's mouth. Could Susan taste Lisa on him? Cathy's finger moved a little deeper into herself and she pressed her thumb lightly against her clitoris. Lisa had knelt beside the other three and actually gripped James as he moved in and out of Susan's mouth. At one point Lisa had leaned over and put her mouth on him at the same time Susan was sucking him. Cathy tried to imagine what a man might taste like and she moved her finger a little faster inside herself. I would have done that for Tom. I would have liked to have tried it with Tom behind me. Would that feel different? Cathy turned and got on her knees. She raised her bottom and spread her legs and put her hand back between her legs and pushed a finger in and out trying to imagine what a man would feel like. One thing was different. Her nipples were both stimulated by the bedding. She looked sideways at herself in the mirror. It was hot. She skipped a breath when she realized what she could do. She turned so that her face was away from the mirror and spread her legs again, curving her back and raising her bottom high. She craned her neck to see herself. She adjusted her angle until she could see herself, legs spread, bottom raised and the glistening opening between her legs exposed to the mirror and her reflection exposed to her gaze. That looked nasty. She put her hand between her legs. For the first time in her life Cathy watched her finger disappear inside her. She felt the quivers of an approaching orgasm. She looked at herself in the mirror. Was that similar to what Charles had seen when he looked down at Susan? No. He'd seen more. She took her hand from between her legs and put one hand on each cheek of her bottom. Without support her face sunk into the bed and made it harder to see. She rose up and put the top of head against the mattress so she could look back between her legs at her image in the mirror. She extended her legs, pushing her bottom higher so she could see. She put her hands on the cheeks of her bottom and spread herself. Her sex glistened and seemed to have swollen open. There was her anus. How nasty that Charles could see her like that. See Susan that is. What would it feel like to have another person looking at her like that? She spread herself as wide as she could. She could feel the strain around her anus. She moved her hands lower and pulled her sex open. One finger started rubbing her clit faster and faster. She tried to watch. She tried to imagine Charles's penis in Susan like this. She imagined a penis inside her like that. A penis shiny with her wetness. Or maybe shiny from where she'd had it in her mouth. She tried to keep her eyes open as she crested to an orgasm, but, she couldn't. She fell to the bed on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs and pressed against the wet heat of her sex.