Part XII
      Being alone without her children was proving to be 
unsettling for Cathy.  God, she couldn't believe she had 
masturbated and, even more unbelievable, was the thing 
she'd done, the way she'd contorted herself to look at her 
most private parts.  Most unsettling of all was the kernel 
of knowledge deep in her mind, a thought that seemed to be 
connected to a spot between her legs, an awareness of the 
fact that she would be masturbating again before the 
weekend was over.
      Cathy cleaned the house furiously to try and avoid 
thinking about what sex, the sex she'd had alone, the sex 
she'd seen her friends enjoying, and, worst of all, the sex 
that she'd missed because that damn scum bag of a piece of 
shit ex-husband of hers had denied her the opportunity to 
explore sex with him.  He obviously had not denied himself 
the opportunity.  He had his bimbo.  What gave him the 
right to deny his wife the opportunity to be his sexual 
partner?
      She was mopping faster and faster and crying.
      The phone rang.  It was Susan.  "Hey girlfriend, 
you're all alone, right?"
      "Yes.  The kids are with asshole."
      Susan laughed.  "My, the way you talk.  So, Lisa and I 
voted for a girl's night out.  We'll pick you up at 7:00.  
Be ready.  Jeans are fine."
      "Oh, I don't know..."
      "I didn't ask.  We both need a girls' night out and 
you need to join us."
      "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go alone?"  In her 
mind, Cathy thought, that way you could have sex together.  
But, that was mean.  They'd never been anything but friends 
to her.  If they were lovers, they were discrete.
      "No.  We don't.  Why would we?  We're picking you up.  
Bye."  And, she hung up the phone.
      Cathy sat on her sofa.  She didn't need to finish 
cleaning.  The house was clean.  She was just mopping at 
frustrations.  She realized that.  She realized that the 
frustrations were primarily at how unfair her husband had 
been to find something outside the marriage that would have 
been good for the both of them and secondly, how unfair it 
was that he'd kept her sexually inexperienced.  It wasn't 
fair.
      That night, Lisa and Susan took her to a honky tonk 
where they all drank beer and turned down every offer to 
dance that came their way.  They did some laughing.
      Cathy had just a little too much to drink.  In fact, 
all three of them did.  That's what the night was for.
      Eventually, Susan said to Cathy, "You know, if you 
want to dance with one of these studs, you should."
      "Why would I want to do that?"
      "Just for fun."
      "Well, so can you."
      "I know, I was just pointing out that you are now free 
to have some fun."
      "What do you mean by that?"  Cathy sounded a little 
pissed.
      "Hey, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that bad.  It came out 
bad.  I just meant that there are some advantages to being 
single and you can think about those."
      "Believe me, I'm happy to be rid of him.  He wasn't 
what I'd thought he was, but that doesn't mean I'm lonely 
for a man."
      "Cathy," Susan reached a hand toward her friend, 
confused at how angry Cathy seemed to be, "maybe I'm a 
little drunk and said that badly.  I didn't mean to.  I 
didn't even really mean you should get up and dance."
      Cathy was mad.  Were her friends feeling sorry for 
her?  Were they all so sexually sophisticated now?  Did 
they think she was some kind of goody two shoes?  Did they 
make fun of her?  She burst into tears.  Maybe they were 
right.  Cathy got up to leave the bar.
      Susan looked at Lisa with a stunned expression.  Lisa 
shrugged as if to say that she agreed Cathy had 
overreacted.  "Go," Lisa said, "I'll leave some money.  Go 
see where she went."
      Susan hurried after Cathy and found her leaning on the 
car door.
      "Cathy, are you okay?  I'm sorry..."
      "No, you did nothing wrong.  It's me.  I know I'm a 
basket case.  And an idiot."
      "No, no you're not.  An idiot that is.  You have the 
right to be a basket case."
      "I'm sorry.  I just need to get home.  I know what you 
both must think of me."
      Lisa walked up just in time to hear her say that.  "We 
don't think anything bad about you.  How could you say 
that?"  She tried to hug Cathy.
      "No," Cathy said, "I know I'm . . . "
      "What?" Susan said, "There's nothing wrong with you."
      "Yes there is, there must be.  I wasn't good enough 
for Tom.  He had to find somebody else.  I couldn't keep 
him happy.  I guess I didn't know how."
      "Nonsense," Lisa said, "Tom is the one that messed up.  
Not you.  Let's get in the car."
      Once they were driving toward her house, Lisa turned 
back to Cathy and said, "Don't you dare think what happened 
with Tom was your fault.  He's the one that messed up."
      "He told me . . . he told me. . ." she hiccupped, "He 
told me that she was better in bed than me.  I tried to be 
good in bed.  I thought I was the way he wanted.  I've 
never had anybody else.  I would have done anything he 
wanted."
      Susan said, "I know.  Look some guys just can't enjoy 
their wife like they can another person.  It's weird and it 
shouldn't be that way, but it is.  He made you the Madonna 
and her his whore."
      Whore? Cathy thought.  Is that what Tom had wanted, a 
whore?  "She wasn't a whore.  She worked with him."
      Susan laughed.  "I know.  I didn't mean literally a 
whore.  I just meant somebody that he could enjoy nasty sex 
with.  Some guys just can't imagine that their wife would 
enjoy nasty sex."
      Cathy saw the smile that passed between Susan and 
Lisa.  You two don't have that problem, do you? she 
thought.  I certainly saw you being nasty.  Is that what 
Tom wanted.  Suddenly, because of emotion and alcohol, 
Cathy felt angry.  She did not stop to analyze it.
      "Is that what it takes for a happy marriage?  Nasty 
sex?  Is that what keeps your marriage good?"
      Susan looked in the rear view mirror at Cathy, 
surprised at her tone of voice.  "Cathy, all I am saying is 
that Tom was not man enough to talk to you about whatever 
it is he found with her.  Yeah, he probably thought he was 
just getting a little nasty sex on the side, the kind of 
thing that he would never ask his wife to do, and 
eventually it became real important to him.  I'm sorry he 
was not man enough to enjoy it with you."
      "He never even gave me a chance."
      "I know sweetheart."  Susan reached a hand back to 
touch Cathy.
      Cathy pulled away.  She was still angry and worse, she 
was jealous.  Her friends had a secret little nasty world 
and they certainly kept their men happy, didn't they?  They 
didn't have the problem she had.  They did what they had to 
and kept their men.  Her emotions were an unfocused lump 
entangling her.
      Cathy said something she would have never said if she 
had not been so drunk.  "Are you saying I should be like 
you two?"
      There was silence in the car.  The tone of Cathy's 
voice had stung.
      "What do you mean by that?" Lisa asked.
      "I mean I saw you at the beach.  I saw you dancing 
naked together.  I saw you . . . I saw you . . . do things 
together.  I saw you switch partners."
      Susan pulled the car to the curb and turned around.  
"So that's been your problem.  You peeked in on us."
      Cathy hugged herself defiantly.  "I thought I forgot 
something.  I came back up to get it and I saw you through 
the window.  I couldn't help but see."
      Susan said, "Well, I'm sorry if you saw something that 
bothers you, but it really doesn't have anything to do with 
you, does it?"
      "Is that what I'm supposed to be?"
      Lisa gently said, "Cathy, don't judge us for something 
that we enjoy that doesn't hurt you in the least."
      Cathy turned at was looking out the side window.  Lisa 
was right, of course, she wasn't being hurt.  They'd never 
tried to get her to join in their nasty games.  Why was she 
so mad?  Because what they were doing was wrong?  How could 
she say that?  They were discrete.  Because it was a sin?  
Frankly, she just wasn't sure it was a sin if it didn't 
hurt anybody.  Her husband had sinned.  Would it have been 
a sin if she'd been involved?  Was that it?  Could she be 
jealous of the fact that everybody in the world but her was 
having fun having sex?  "Take me home."  
      "Fine."  Susan started the car and they drove the rest 
of the way quietly.
      Cathy got out of the car, mumbled "sorry" and walked 
to her door.  Susan waited till she was inside before she 
drove off.
      "Should we have made sure she made it to bed?" Lisa 
asked.
      "I don't think she would have wanted that."
      "I guess that explains why she didn't want to have 
anything to do with us."
      Susan slammed a fist on the steering wheel.  "She has 
no right to judge us.  We aren't hurting her.  I don't know 
about you, but I'm not worried about my relationship with 
Charles."
      "No.  I know.  I may not be in love with James to the 
point where I'd want to marry him yet, but our relationship 
is certainly stronger than it was before."
      "You want to know another thing that pisses me off?"
      "What's that?"
      "She said she saw us dancing naked.  She said she saw 
us together.  She said she saw us switch partners.  She 
must have stood outside the door watching for seven or 
eight minutes.  And now she's sanctimonious?  She could 
have knocked or walked away."
      "Mainly I think she's drunk."
      "She wasn't drunk when she watched us.  And you know 
what, maybe if they'd joined in, they'd still be married."
      "I really don't think that was her fault.  That's Tom.  
I think you were right when you said his problem was he 
couldn't let his wife be a nasty sex partner.  You know 
what Cathy's problem is?"
      "What?"
      "She's jealous."
      Susan thought about that for a moment.  "Do you 
think?"
      "Yes.  She's never had anybody but Tom.  He enjoyed 
nasty sex.  I think you and I are living proof that nasty 
sex can be sex at its best.  I think she knows she's 
missing something.  She's not sure what, but she knows 
there's more than what she's had in the past."  Lisa 
smiled.  "And, I think she figured out we were enjoying 
some things she wasn't.  She's jealous."
      "Maybe so.  I know I shouldn't get mad at her.  I wish 
I knew what to do now."
      
      Three days later Susan's phone rang and she answered, 
"Hello."
      "Hi."
      "Hi Cathy."
      There was a stretch of silence.  "I'm sorry."
      "No need to apologize."
      "I was drunk and might have said some things I 
shouldn't."
      "It's okay.  Just don't judge us."
      Silence.  "I don't want to lose you as friends.  
You're the only friends I have."
      "Oh, Cathy, there's no reason for you to lose our 
friendship."
      "I don't judge you.  I know I'm naive and don't know 
much about sex.  I was mad at Tom, not you."
      "Cathy, it is just sex.  It is fun.  I enjoy it.  Lisa 
enjoys it.  We may do some unconventional things, but we 
enjoy it and we don't hurt anybody.  We've never tried to 
drag you into our evil ways."
      Cathy laughed.  "I know.  I'm sorry I peeked at you.  
I should have turned away.  I was just so shocked."
      Susan laughed.  "I can understand that."
      "I guess you couldn't wait for me and Tom to leave."
      "That's not fair.  I asked you to stay."  Susan was a 
little guilty at the thought that she'd been careful to 
make sure they couldn't.  "If you had, we wouldn't have 
done that."
      "It doesn't matter.  I just called to say I'm sorry."
      "It's okay.  We'll have another night out sometime 
when you're ready."
      "I think I'd like that."
      There was a stretch of silence.
      "Cathy, don't hate us for what we do."
      "I don't.  Really, I don't.  It's just still so weird 
to me."
      "I can understand that."
      "And. . . "
      "And what?"
      "I just wonder . . ."
      "Wonder what?"
      "I know it is none of my business . . ."
      "Cathy, we're friends.  I would appreciate it if you 
didn't tell anybody else what you saw, but if you wonder 
about something, I'll either tell you or I'll tell you I'd 
rather not discuss it."
      "I wouldn't tell anybody.  I know it is nobody's 
business."
      "So what is it you wonder?"
      Cathy laughed quietly.  "So many things, but mainly, 
you don't mind your husband having sex with other women?"
      "I don't mind Charles having sex with Lisa."
      "Even if you're not there?"
      "Well, usually I'm there and if not, it wouldn't 
bother me as long as I knew about it.  I trust them both."
      "See, that's weird."
      "Well, it may be, but it works for us."
      "And who am I to judge.  You're still married."  
      Susan was quiet.  She had no response to that.
      "Another thing," Cathy said, "and you can tell me it 
is none of my business, how long have you and Lisa been  . 
. . you know . . .?
      "Been having sex?  Together?"
      "Yeah, I mean . . . how did that start?"
      "A few months.  It just happened.  We realized it 
would be something we would all enjoy."
      "I thought maybe you had been lovers even in high 
school and I never knew."
      Susan laughed.  "No.  Just a few months.  But, that is 
partly how it got started.  We both confessed that we'd 
wondered what it would be like to have sex with each 
other."
      Cathy thought for a moment and realized with a start, 
that she'd wondered, just on an intellectual basis what sex 
with a female would be like and could even remember 
thinking specifically about Susan.  It had only happened 
when she had reason to thing about same person sex.
      "Do Charles and James . . . ?"
      "No.  I think men are wired different.  I think women 
are more flexible in that department for the most part."
      "But how did you start.  I should have been able to be 
what Tom needed.  I followed his lead."
      "Cathy, what we do is nothing like what happened to 
you.  Charles and I enjoyed nasty sex with each other 
before Lisa and James got involved.  Tom is the one that 
wouldn't share that with you.  We would not have stayed 
married if either of us went outside the marriage to find 
what we call nasty sex.  Quit beating yourself up over 
Tom's failure."
      "Oh, I know, but . . ."
      "But what?"
      "What about next time?  If there is a next time.  What 
do I do?"
      "Cathy, you do what you're comfortable with.  You 
don't have to swap partners or be with a woman or do any of 
the other nasty things that are possible unless it is 
something you enjoy.  I think, once you're back out there, 
that you'll find that guys will appreciate a lady with 
lusty desires.  You'll scare some off and some won't want 
to marry you and to those you say good riddance."
      "That's what Tom did isn't it?  He found somebody who 
for some reason he wasn't afraid to be nasty with."
      "Your marriage with Tom had other problems and we're 
through talking about it, okay?"
      "Okay."
      "Look, I don't want to know about your sex life, but 
you have to decide in your own mind what you enjoy and what 
you want to try to see if you enjoy and what you absolutely 
will not try."
      "But, Susan, I don't even know what there is."
      "Yes you do."
      "No I don't.  I've never done anything."
      "You've had sex, right?"
      "Of course."
      "Just straight missionary, man on top sex?"
      "That's all.  Ever."
      "Really?  You never got on top.  He never went down on 
you?"
      "Nothing."  Cathy blushed to say, "Just him on top a 
couple of times a month."
      "Oh, girl, you are better off.  Have you ever thought 
about doing other things?"
      "Yes.  Especially lately."
      "What do you mean, lately?"
      "God, this is embarrassing to talk about."
      "Then don't.  It's up to you.  But, this is what 
girlfriends are for.  To talk about sex."
      "You and Lisa always did talk about sex."
      "Yes we did.  We still do.  And now, so do you and I."
      "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
      "Of course not.  We're adults.  Sex is a very strong 
drive and it is fun.  It is fun to do and to think about 
and to talk about.  Lisa and I talking about sex is what 
got us together."
      "What in the world were you talking about?"
      "Nasty sex."
      "See, you say that and it sounds like fun."
      "Say what?"
      "What you just said."
      "Can you not even say that phrase."
      "Oh, alright, you make 'nasty sex' sound fun."
      "Contrary to what your mom and your priest may have 
told you, nasty sex is fun.  And the best thing is you 
don't have to buy special shoes to enjoy it."
      Cathy laughed.  "I really am hung up, aren't I?"
      "Doesn't sound like you're hung up so much as just 
lacking in opportunity."
      "What else do you do that is nasty sex?"
      "Hmmm, now you might be getting into something that 
I'd be uncomfortable talking about."
      "Why?  You and Lisa talked about nasty sex.  Why can't 
you talk to me about nasty sex."
      "Okay.  I guess you're right.  So, Cathy, what is the 
nastiest thing sex-wise you've ever done?"
      "Uh... I asked you first."
      "Yeah, but I'm not sure you really want to talk about 
it.  Besides, what's nasty to me might not be nasty to you 
or vice versa."
      Cathy laughed.  "Anything is nasty to me.  Okay, . . . 
nastiest thing I've done lately is play with myself."
      "Oh, my.  You mean you touched yourself?"
      "Yes."
      "Where?"
      "What do you mean where?  You know where.  Down 
there."
      "Down there?"
      "Yeah, you know what I mean."
      "Cathy, if we're going to talk about nasty sex, we 
need a vocabulary.  It is not nasty to say 'down there.'  
What do you call your 'down there' when you're thinking 
nasty."
      "I . . . god, this is emabarassing . . ."
      "But, kind of exciting, too?"
      "Yeah, I guess so.  So, I guess I touch my . . . 
pussy."
      "Yes.  You do.  You touch your pussy.   I touch mine, 
too."
      "And you touch Lisa's."
      Susan was quiet.
      "Oh, Susan, I didn't mean that bad.  Really.  I'm 
sorry."
      "Don't apologize.  I don't mind talking to you about 
this stuff . . . I enjoy talking about sex, but preferably 
with someone who enjoys it, too, and for sure only with 
someone who won't judge me badly."
      "I promise I don't think badly of you.  Look, I told 
you how I played with myself.  I got turned on thinking 
about the things you and Lisa did, okay?"
      "What do you think about that?  The fact that I touch 
Lisa's pussy and she touches mine?"
      "God, I'm so naive.  What do I think?  I don't know.  
This is all so strange to me."
      "Well, you know what? Even this awkward conversation 
we're having is turning me on a little.  What do you think 
about that?"
      "Really?  Talking to me like this turns you on?"
      "A little."
      Cathy sat there for a moment and thought about what 
she was feeling.  She realized that not all of her feelings 
were of embarrassment and nervousness.  She could also tell 
that she was starting to get the first feelings of arousal.  
Used to, when that happened, she would turn her attention 
to something, cleaning house maybe, to get it off her mind.  
It was a release to realize that she did not have to try to 
escape the feelings.  She could even enjoy the feeling.  
And, well, if it led to her playing with herself again.  
She could do that and nobody would judge her badly.  That 
was a liberating feeling.
      "Okay," Cathy said, "I guess I understand.  I feel it 
a little, too."
      "Cathy, I love my husband and making love with him is 
the greatest thing in the world.  I also love sex.  A lot.  
I enjoy doing all sorts of nasty things to enjoy sex and so 
does Lisa.  Talking about that is what first got us 
involved together.  We just don't believe that what we do 
hurts anybody.  And believe me, we have lots of fun."
      "What do you do?"
      "I don't think I'm comfortable talking about that with 
you in detail.  Frankly, I'm afraid you might judge me."
      "I understand.  I don't think I would.  Susan, I know 
I've been frustrated in my sex life.  I never knew how and 
no idea exactly why until lately.  I thought maybe there 
was something wrong with me, that I was not supposed to be 
that interested in enjoying sex.  I'm starting to realize 
that I was wrong about that.  I'm just trying to learn."
      "Learn?"
      "I guess I feel like I need to catch up."
      "I think the only thing you have to learn is how to 
accept and enjoy your feelings.  Fantasies never hurt.  
You're smart enough to be safe about it.  I guess that's 
why we play with Lisa and James.  We can safely explore and 
enjoy what might otherwise just be fantasies."
      "I don't have fantasies."
      Susan laughed.  "Yes you do.  Or, you wouldn't be 
calling me."
      "Susan, this is hard for me."
      "Then hang up the phone or change the subject and 
we'll have lunch sometime.  We'll talk about other stuff.  
You don't have to talk about this.  I'm not trying to 
seduce you."
      "I know.  Please be patient."
      "Look, when you masturbated what did you do?"
      "What do you mean?"
      "Okay, I'll ask in detail.  Were you naked?"
      "I got that way."
      "On your back, the way you've always had sex?"
      "I started that way."
      "Oh, you started that way, but did something 
different?"
      "Yes."
      "What?"
      "I . . . I . . . I got on my hands and knees."
      "And you'd never done that before?"
      "Never.  It's always been under the covers and not 
even naked."
      "And was it exciting to be naked and on your knees 
while you touched your pussy?"
      Cathy felt a surge of arousal at those words, naked  
and pussy, and at the memory of being exposed in the 
daylight to herself on her knees.  "Yes.  It was.  It was 
more exciting than usual.  I . . . even . . . I looked at 
myself in the mirror."
      Susan was getting turned on imagining her friend.  
"You looked at your pussy?"
      "Yes.  And. . . "
      "And. . . ?"
      "Nothing, I just looked, that's all."
      "hmmmm... okay, listen, we've been friends a long, 
long time.  You have to tell me.  What do you think about 
the things Lisa and I do?  Please tell me the truth."
      "Susan, my life has been so screwed up and I never 
even knew it.  Everything I thought existed, doesn't.  
Before, I would have said that if a man and a woman love 
each other there could not be anybody else involved in 
their sex life.  I think that Tom and I and then you and 
Charles have proved that's not true.  If you and Charles 
enjoy what you are doing, I cannot have a problem with it, 
and I don't.  You have to understand it remains very 
strange to me, but then I guess everything is."
      "I can understand that."
      "I would probably always be too embarrassed to have 
group sex."
      Susan laughed.  "Well, at least you didn't say I was 
going straight to hell for it."
      "No, I'm really not qualified to make that judgement."
      "How about the fact that Lisa and I engage in sex 
together?"
      "I've known you both since high school and that makes 
that one really really weird.  Have you ever done that with 
anybody else?"
      "Yes.  In college.  I'm not a lesbian, you know."
      "Okay."
      "Look, I enjoy looking at sexy people and I enjoy 
touching and being touched by Lisa.  I think a big part of 
it is that it is kind of kinky.  Understand?"
      "Remember, I don't understand kinky."
      "Well, you said you masturbated thinking about what 
you saw us doing.  Did that include you seeing us with each 
other?"
      "Yes.  I guess it did.  It was certainly a part of the 
collage running through my brain."
      "So, a part of what turned you on was seeing us touch 
each other.  And you wondered what it was like, right?"
      "Sure.  That doesn't mean I want to do it, but yes, I 
confess, it was something I thought about."
      "Let me ask you this.  When you looked at yourself in 
the mirror, did it turn you on?"
      "Yes," Cathy said in a small quiet voice.
      "Cathy, this is so hard to talk to you about, because 
you seemed to be so afraid of what we're talking about."
      "I know.  I'm sorry.  I want to get over some of those 
hang-ups."
      Cathy was quiet.  "Okay, I have an idea.  You're home 
alone, right?"
      "Yes."
      "Lisa and I are coming over and we're going to talk 
about sex with you in person.  I promise we will not try to 
touch you in anyway.  We just need to talk."
      "Oh, I don't know . . ." And then Cathy realized that 
she either had to take some steps along the primrose path 
that was opening before her, or resign herself to 
struggling alone to expand her horizons.  Susan and Lisa 
talked about sex together all the time, evidently.  It 
wouldn't hurt her to just try to talk about sex.  "Okay.  
You must think I'm nuts to be so nervous."
      "No more nuts than anybody.  And, you don't have to be 
nervous.  Rule number one of any kind of sex is the right 
to say no.  We don't want to drag you into our games."
      "Okay."
      "Unless you want to be.  Bye."  Susan hung up.
      That last phrase was strangely exciting to Cathy.
      Susan picked Lisa up, who, as she got in the car, 
asked, "Now what exactly is going on?"
      "I told you that I had a phone call with Cathy.  I 
really don't think our sex lives bother her.  In a bad way.  
I think she may be a little hot and bothered.  And, I think 
that may be a new experience for her.  We're going to go 
talk about sex."
      "That should be interesting."
      "I promised her we wouldn't try to lesbian rape her."
      Lisa laughed.  "What did you talk about?"
      "Just be patient till we get there."
      Soon, the three friends were sitting around in Cathy's 
living room.  Cathy was blushing with embarrassment, but 
also, strangely excited.  
      Susan said, "Okay, we're all three friends.  Friends 
talk about sex.  That's how they learn and that's how they 
help each other get excited.  Agreed?"
      "Absolutely," Lisa said.
      "I guess," Cathy said.
      "Remember Cathy, if anything is said that makes you 
uncomfortable in a bad way, just let us know, we'll go 
shopping or something."
      "No, I'm fine.  I know that nothing you say can hurt 
me.  I don't judge you.  I really don't.  I'm jealous, I 
guess.  I'm just not sure I can contribute."
      "Cathy, sex is not that complicated.  You can 
contribute.  After all you got naked and fingered your 
pussy.  You told me so."
      "Oh my god."  Cathy buried her face in her hands.
      "Way to go girl," Lisa said.  "I did the same thing 
just this morning.  I used a vibrator."
      "Oh my god." 
      Susan and Lisa laughed and eventually Cathy looked up 
and laughed.  Then, fanning herself, she said, "whew."
      "Not only that, Lisa, she looked at herself in the 
mirror when she did it."
      "Oh my god!"
      "Go girl," Lisa said.  "Did you enjoy it?"
      "Yes."
      The wall of Cathy's living room that was at a right 
angle to the sofa where Susan and Lisa were sitting was 
made entirely of a mirror.  Susan pointed at that wall and 
said, "You know, before you told me how boring Tom was, I 
always thought for sure that you must have had sex in here 
on the floor where you could watch yourselves in that 
mirror."
      Cathy looked at the mirror and saw her face, red with 
embarrassment.  "No."  She laughed.  "I'm sorry to say that 
never happened."
      "Too bad."
      "So," Susan said, "you said that playing with yourself 
was the nastiest thing you had ever done.  Right?"
      "Yes.  I know it doesn't compare to what you might 
think is nasty, but it was for me."
      "Well, do you really want to explore how nasty that 
can be?"
      "What do you mean?"
      "I agree that masturbation can be deliciously nasty.  
Hey, you told me you were thinking of me and Lisa naked, 
among other things, and that made it kind of nasty, right?"
      "Oh my god.  Yes."
      Lisa laughed, "Fun, wasn't it?"
      "Yes."
      "So, let's do something safely nasty," Susan said, 
"let's all masturbate together."
      "Oh my god."
      "You say that a lot."
      "I don't know if I can . . ."
      "Okay, here's what I want to do.  Let's turn the couch 
around to face the mirror."  Susan jumped up.  Lisa and 
Cathy stood up and helped her start moving the sofa around.
      God, thought Cathy, I can't believe I'm doing this.  I 
can't believe it, but it is making me horny.  How far can I 
go?  I will go as far as possible.
      Susan moved a potted plant from in front of the mirror 
and said, "Now, let's all sit down."
      The three of them sat on the sofa and looked self-
consciously in the mirror.  Left to right there was Lisa, 
Susan, and then Cathy.  Three attractive ladies, each 
starting to breath a little faster and to feel the flush of 
arousal at what they were doing.
      "I don't know . . ." Cathy said.  
      Lisa said, "Remember we can stop anytime.  But look at 
us.  We are one good looking group of babes, aren't we."
      They laughed and Cathy said, "Yes, yes I guess we 
are."
      All three were in jeans.  Cathy had on a t-shirt, as 
did Lisa.  Susan had on a button down blouse, tucked into 
her jeans.
      "You know," Susan said, "sex is mostly just a way of 
thinking.  We are all three fully dressed and even a priest 
would have no problem with the picture we present, right?"
      "Right."
      "But, start thinking about what is under our clothes."
      All three looked at the mirror.  Lisa shifted on the 
sofa.  Cathy felt herself growing more aroused as she tried 
to process what was happening.
      Lisa caught Cathy's eye in the mirror and glanced down 
to where she could see Cathy's nipples beneath her t-shirt.  
She smiled.  Cathy looked at her reflection to where Lisa 
had looked and saw that her nipples were noticeable under 
her shirt.  She blushed and looked back at Lisa.  Lisa 
arched her back and smoothed her t-shirt and Cathy glanced 
down, seeing the imprint of Lisa's nipples under her shirt.  
She glanced at Susan's reflection, but the drape of Susan's 
shirt did not allow her nipples to show.  
      Susan had watched the silent shift of glances.  "Yes," 
she said, "my nipples are getting hard, too."
      Lisa said, "You should see her nipples, Cathy, they 
really stand out when she gets turned on.  It's like she 
has little tits on her tits."
      Susan blushed.  Susan noticed and was very surprised.  
"You're blushing!" she blurted.
      Susan laughed.  "Yeah, well, so are you, but it's a 
good blush.  It's because I'm getting excited.  How about 
you?"
      "Yeah, okay.  I guess."
      "And we didn't even have to get naked."
      Cathy thought for a moment that she might be able to 
detect the scent of somebody's arousal, but maybe it was 
just her imagination.
      "Do this," Susan said, spreading her legs wide.
      The other two ladies followed her lead and the three 
looked at their reflection, legs spread, the crotch of 
three pairs of jean stretched tight, their legs criss 
crossing each other.  Cathy looked at herself, between her 
legs.  Then she looked at Susan and Lisa seeing the jeans 
tight across each lady.  Soon all three were smiling at 
each other in the mirror.
      Catching Cathy's eye in the mirror, Susan moved her 
hands to the button on her own jeans and unsnapped it.  She 
did not lower her zipper.  She just sat smiling at Cathy.  
Lisa just watched, her hands did not move as Cathy looked 
over to see if she was doing the same.
      It was as if she was watching someone else as Cathy 
watched her own hands in the mirror.  They moved to the 
fastening of her jeans.  Her fingers gripped the fabric.  
All six eyes were on her slender fingers as they tugged 
until the button on her jeans parted and the fly on her 
jeans lay slightly open.  She smiled at Susan.  She heard 
the snap and looked over to see that Lisa had undone her 
jeans.
      Lisa tugged at the open flap of her jeans, causing the 
zipper to lower about half way.  She smiled at Cathy.
      Oh god, Cathy thought, we are going to do this.  Susan 
noticed the way that Cathy's tummy tightened with a clench 
of tension at that thought.
      "Now Cathy," Susan said, "imagine how much fun it 
would be if a couple of guys, say Charles and James, were 
sitting over there watching us do this.  Do you have an 
exhibitionist tendencies?"
      "I would be so embarrassed."
      "Yeah, but kind of excited, too, right?"
      "Yes.  I think so."
      "Especially if they were jacking off while they 
watched and you could see their cock and balls?"
      Cathy's arousal stepped up a notch.  "Yes.  Okay?  
Yes."
      Susan laughed.  She kicked her shoe off.  Lisa did the 
same and Cathy followed their example.
      Lisa said, "We should do that some time.  Just sit and 
masturbate with the guys."  Cathy looked sideways at her 
and Lisa said, "I'm sorry.  I'm getting carried away.  I 
didn't mean you Cathy.  I meant me and Susan.  Unless you 
wanted to, of course."
      Cathy had seen Charles's and James's cocks, of course, 
that day on the beach.  She could not stop picturing them 
across the room, stroking themselves and looking at her.  
She was getting hornier.
      Cathy's eyes met Susan's in the mirror.  "Step two?" 
Susan asked, raising her eyebrows as her hands went to the 
zipper on her jeans.
      Cathy swallowed and nodded, barely.
      Susan unzipped her jeans.  Cathy felt like she had 
never done anything near as wicked as when she unzipped her 
jeans, knowing the path she was following.  She looked and 
could tell that Lisa, too, had fully unzipped her jeans and 
pulled back the fly, exposing pale blue panties.
      Cathy looked down and could see her white panties 
peeking out of her fly.  She spread the fly, exposing her 
panties as much as she could.  Her cheeks burned with 
excitement.
      Susan moved beside Cathy, raising her hips and, as 
Cathy watched the mirror, Susan slipped her jeans down and 
off her legs.  She threw them to the side and sat there, 
her legs almost closed, her expression calm in the 
reflection of the mirror.  Lisa moved and her jeans quickly 
joined Susan's at the side of the room.
      Cathy now realized the danger in waiting until the 
other two had removed their pants.  Now, they both were 
looking at her reflection, waiting for her to slide her 
jeans off, waiting for her to take the next step.  She 
smiled, raised her hips and slid her jeans down.  She 
stopped mid-thigh to tug her white cotton panties back to 
her waist.  Then, she pushed her jeans past her knees to 
her ankles.  Bending, she pulled them off one foot and then 
the other, finally tossing them aside and looking defiantly 
at her two friends.  The three of them smiled at each 
other.  All three didn't mention it, but they each could 
smell the scent of arousal in the room.
      Lisa started to spread her legs, sliding slightly 
forward.  Her panties stretched across her body.  Cathy 
could see the dark shadow of pubic hair and realized that 
both her friends trimmed the hair there.  That was another 
thing she'd seen at the beach.  She was not trimmed and she 
was embarrassed to think that her hair would be different 
than theirs, fully covering her sex and spreading naturally 
in the dip of her thighs.  But, she was also terribly 
excited that she would soon be seeing in greater detail 
what her friends looked like with their trimmed pubic hair.
      Cathy could see a spot of wetness on Lisa's panties.  
Oh god, they were going to see her wet, too.  But, it 
didn't matter, because there was Lisa, unashamed of her 
arousal and wetness.  Was Lisa wet thinking about seeing 
naked women?  Was that what this was about?  Were they 
seducing her?  Cathy had a moment of panic, but when she 
moved pressed her thighs together, she could feel that she 
was wet.  That didn't mean she was wet because of her 
friends state of undress.  It just meant she was excited.  
She could trust Lisa and Susan.
      All of those thoughts flashed through her mind so fast 
that there was barely a pause before Cathy followed Lisa's 
lead and started to spread her legs toward the mirror.
      Susan noticed that she moved even before she, Susan, 
could and decided that everything was going okay.  They 
weren't freaking out Cathy in a bad way.  Susan spread her 
legs.
      Cathy noticed the wet spot there on Susan's silky 
white panties.  Then she looked at herself.  She'd started 
getting wet while on the phone with Susan and her 
excitement had done nothing but increase.  Her panties were 
soaked.  There was a spot on Lisa's panties, and a slightly 
larger spot of wetness on Susan's panties, but the only 
word for Cathy's panties was soaked.  
      "We look good," Lisa said. 
      "Yes we do," Susan said.
      "I can't believe I'm doing this," Cathy said.
      "You okay?" Susan asked.
      "Yes.  I think you can both tell that I'm excited.  
Look at that."  Her eyes went to the reflection from 
between her legs.  Susan and Lisa both looked.  Cathy 
realized it was very wicked feeling to have them look at 
her.  She was an exhibitionist.
      Susan began to unbutton her blouse.  In a moment all 
three ladies were sitting in just their panties, calmly 
looking at each other's breasts in the mirror.  
      "See," Lisa said, "look at her nipples."
      Cathy looked at the way Susan's nipples were swollen 
smooth, swelling from the rest of her breasts like they 
were inflated with air.  Lisa's breasts were slightly 
smaller than Susan's and topped with small crinkled pink 
nipples.  Cathy suddenly realized that her breasts looked 
very good, rounded and firm, her nipples had enlarged some 
with child bearing, but they were now erect, obviously from 
sexual arousal.  Her breasts were certainly as sexy and 
attractive as her friend's.
      Cathy suddenly realized that Lisa had her hand in her 
own panties.  It wasn't really moving, but the shape of her 
knuckles clearly indicated that she was cupping herself.  
That excited Cathy.
      "Cathy, Lisa, I want to watch the two of you 
masturbate while I play with myself, okay?"
      Cathy smiled at Susan and nodded.  Susan stood up and 
slipped her panties down and off her feet.  Cathy enjoyed 
the view of Susan's bottom as Cathy turned away from her 
slightly to remove her panties.  She noticed that Lisa was 
watching, too.  This was all okay.  If she wanted to watch, 
she didn't have to try and hide it like she did in high 
school.  Gosh, she thought to herself, I did try to look at 
other girls in PE.  I'd forgotten that.  What did that 
mean?  She wasn't gay, it just meant she was curious.  
That's all.
      Lisa stood up and removed her panties while the other 
two watched.  She took her time when she turned around and 
Cathy had a good view of the thin line of short hair that 
was over the slit of her sex.  I wonder what that's like to 
have yourself so bare down there, Cathy thought.
      After Lisa sat down, Cathy knew that it was her turn.  
Her knees actually trembled with excitement, and her cheeks 
burned red as she stood and slid her panties off her feet.  
She's never stripped so blatantly in front of other people 
in her entire life.  She looked down at herself and said, 
"I have more hair than you."
      "We can fix that some day if you want," Susan said.
      Cathy sat back down.  She noticed that Susan's hand 
had strayed to the area just above her pubic area.
      "You know what," Lisa said, "you might ought to get us 
some towels to sit on.  We're going to get your sofa wet."
      Cathy said, "You're right about that."  She stood up 
and walked naked into the hall.  She didn't even look back, 
but she knew her friends were watching.  How terribly dirty 
this all was!
      She came back with three fluffy towels and they moved 
to arrange them so they could sit.
      "Cathy, I'm not suggesting we do anything but 
masturbate ourselves, but . . ."
      "But what Susan?"
      "Women do turn me on, okay?"
      "I know."
      "Are you sure you want to do this?"
      "Yes.  I'm more excited than I've been ever before."
      "Does it bother you that it excites me to see you 
naked?  Just like it excites me to see Lisa naked?"
      "No.  It really doesn't.  We're friends and remember, 
I no longer judge my friends."
      "Well . . ." Susan blushed.  She'd taken the lead in 
this incredibly strange gathering and she was blushing.  
What could she be asking?
      "What Susan?  Now who's being shy?"
      In a rush, Susan said, "Can I smell your panties?"
      Cathy could almost feel her lubrication increase at 
the nastiness of that question.  That ratcheting up of her 
arousal, clouded her mind and she could not even respond.
      Susan misunderstood her hesitation, and said, "You 
don't have to.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that."
      "No.  It's alright.  Just unexpected.  You want to see 
what I smell like down there?"
      "Yes.  It is exciting to me.  I love the scent of 
sex."
      "Me, too," Lisa said.  "I want to enjoy your panties, 
too."
      Cathy's brain was working overtime.  Her nose dilated 
as she breathed in the sharp, musky scent that permeated 
the room.  It was sexy.  Cathy wondered if you could 
actually tell the difference between the scent of each of 
them.
      Without a word she reached down and picked up her 
panties and held them out to Susan.  More glad than ever 
that she had put on some recently purchased, untattered 
panties.  She watched closely as Susan shyly lifted her 
panties to her nose and breathed deep.  Lisa's hand was 
moving between her legs.  Susan's eyes closed as she 
breathed deep and the warmth of her thigh pressed against 
Cathy as she spread her legs and pushed her hand between 
her own legs, stroking with a definite motion of caress.  
Lisa smiled at her.
      Susan handed Cathy's panties to Lisa and said, "Give 
me yours."
      Lisa bent to retrieve her panties from the floor.  
With a smile she rubbed them against the wetness between 
her legs and handed them to Susan.  Cathy moved and could 
actually feel the slickness that escaped to her thighs.  
Lisa was breathing deep from Cathy's panties and Susan from 
Lisa's.
      Susan's hand that was holding Lisa's panties dropped 
to her thigh.  Her head was laid back and she was smiling.  
"God, I love that."
      "Let me see," Cathy said.  She'd always been 
embarrassed by her own scent, but now, not only was she 
naked with two friends, but they were clearly enjoying the 
scent from the crotch of the panties they were crossing 
around.  It gave Cathy incredible freedom to indulge her 
curiosity about how different each might be.  She reached 
over and took Lisa's panties from Susan.
      She watched the bundled silkiness as she raised it to 
her face.  I cannot believe I am doing this.  The 
smoothness of the panties brushed her cheek.  She breathed 
in the spicy scent of Lisa.  Lisa's panties were still wet 
from where she'd pressed them between her legs and Cathy 
felt that wetness against her face.  And it was incredibly 
nasty sexy for her to do so.
      Cathy looked over the bundled panties at the mirror.  
Her friends were clearly masturbating, there hands rubbing 
between their spread legs.  She could see everything!
      She leaned back, closed her eyes, maybe in 
embarrassment and spread her legs.  Susan could see the 
engorged labia of her friend peeking out of the bushy curls 
of her hair.   The hair was dark there, matted with the 
wetness that had left its scent in her nostrils.  Susan 
sighed in pleasure.
      "That wasn't bad was it?  Smelling Lisa's panties?"
      "No.  I can't believe I did that, but it was good.  It 
was exciting."
      Fingers moved slowly over the soft flesh of each of 
the ladies.
      "You know," Lisa said, "that was the first thing we 
did together.  We put our fingers in our pants and let each 
other smell and taste."
      Taste?!  Oh my god!  Cathy had never even tasted 
herself, much less somebody else.  What could that be like?
      "That was so hot," Susan said.
      Cathy moved her hand over her clit and the feeling 
that erupted was almost electrical.  Her friends had done 
so much together.  And she'd done so little even by 
herself.  "I've never even tasted myself."  Cathy could not 
believe she said that out loud.
      "Well, now's your chance.  You're with a couple of 
friends that certainly enjoy the taste of their own pussy.  
Try it if you want."
      "Right here?"
      "Yeah," Lisa said, "do you know what a turn on it 
would be to see you do that, knowing you never had done it 
before in your life?"
      Cathy rubbed harder.  She let a finger sink into her 
folds.  She was so wet!  Could she do that?  The scent 
turned her on.  What in the world would it taste like?
      She pushed the finger inside further and moved it 
around, getting it wet all over.  She closed her eyes and 
lifted her hand to her mouth.  Her tongue stretched out to 
barely touch her finger.  The scent was strong and for the 
first time in her life, she tasted her own arousal.  She 
opened her eyes.  Susan had a finger in her mouth, sliding 
it in and out, her tongue obviously working to taste the 
full flavor of herself.  Cathy did the same, pressing her 
finger into her mouth to taste herself.
      She flinched when a minor shock of an orgasmic feeling 
struck.  She was not even touching herself!  She put her 
hand back between her legs.  She could see two of Lisa's 
fingers pushing in and out of Lisa's pussy.  Lisa's thumb 
was crooked, stroking back and forth across her clit.  
Susan had two fingers making circles on her clit.  
Movements were getting faster.  Lisa started to come first, 
jerking forward, her thighs clenching and rising as she 
started to come.  She made noises and hearing those made 
Cathy start to come.  The first sharp groans were 
involuntary and after that she didn't worry about making 
sound.  Lisa was certainly making the sounds of a lady 
having an orgasm.  Soon, Susan was moaning through an 
orgasm.  
      They all came, bodies shiny with the perspiration of 
effort, fingers shiny from their arousal.  Cathy could feel 
the slick perspiring heat of Susan's leg against hers as 
she, incredibly, peaked for what was obviously a second 
full orgasm.  Another first for her.
      Later, after they'd dressed and hugged and said some 
things.  Cathy gathered the towels off the sofa to take 
them to the washing machine.  She held each to her face and 
inhaled.  Instead of the washing machine, she took them to 
her bed that night.  The mingled scent left by her and her 
friends surrounded her as once again she fingered herself 
to release.