Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 17:44:25 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: My 17th Summer 32

One day, after a particularly intense after-dinner debauch, as the four of
us lay sprawled across each other on the living room floor, Madeleine told
us that she had a surprise.

Every Labor Day, she said, she had a reunion with a group of college
friends. It took place at a different location every year; this year it was
in California and she wanted the three of us to come along. She asked us to
see if we could get away for the long weekend.

My parents were easy to convince; I just told them that Madeleine wanted
to take me on this trip to reward me for all the good work I'd done that
summer (I didn't, of course, mention the full extent of the services I'd
performed for her). And it turned out that David, Tina's father and
Hannah's husband, was coincidentally going to be out of town on business
for a couple of weeks, making it easy for them to slip away.

Madeleine, confident as always, had already bought us all tickets on a
flight that would leave on Thursday morning for San Francisco. After an
intense Sunday, much of which I spent nude and trussed up in Madeleine's
basement, I didn't see Tina, Hannah, or Madeleine for the next three days.
Madeleine told us that she would need to be at work for most of that time,
getting things nailed down so she could take a couple extra days off, and
that we should use the time to take care of our own obligations. I think
she also wanted to give our appetites some time to increase.

I spent a lot of the next three days with my parents, trying to be an
attentive daughter; I hadn't seen too much of them in the course of the
summer. The rest of the time I spent shopping, buying supplies and clothes
for the upcoming school year. School would be starting the following
Tuesday, which meant that the summer was really coming to an end. I tried
not to think about it.

In addition to school clothes, I bought a nice new dress for the trip --
green, tight, and just a little slutty -- which I packed up along with the
rest of my clothes on Wednesday night. Thursday morning, I walked over to
Madeleine's at 7 and the four of us drove to the airport. It gave me a real
kick to sit on the plane and watch Madeleine, Tina, and Hannah, all looking
neat and proper, as I pictured some of our sexual adventures. What would
the people around us think, I wondered, if they knew that not long ago,
Madeleine had been fucking me from behind with a strap-on as I sucked
Hannah's pussy, while Tina sat on her stepmother's face?

We got into San Francisco at about 10:30, rented a car, and started
driving south toward our destination, Big Sur, where Madeleine and her
friends had rented a cluster of cabins. The drive along Highway 1 was
breathtakingly beautiful; I sat back in my seat and rolled down my window,
singing along with the music and savoring the cool coastal air.

* * *

Madeleine didn't tell us this in advance, but the "reunion"  she and her
friends had every year was really more of an orgy. It was their excuse to
get together for a few days, forget the difficulties of being lesbians in
the outside world, and have lots and lots of sex. There were five of them
who had gotten together every year for the last eight years. At first it
had just been them, but over the years they had gotten into the habit of
bringing along guests to add some variety: friends, acquaintances, a couple
of times even call girls.

Madeleine, she confessed to me later, had been looking forward to sharing
the three of us with her friends, connoisseurs of feminine charms who would
appreciate two hot teenagers and a submissive, pussy-hungry Christian. The
previous year, she hadn't brought anyone. She hadn't had a girlfriend at
the time, and had been desperately in need of, as she termed it, "some of
the good stuff." She'd been able to indulge herself thanks to her friends,
who had provided some particularly luscious specimens, and thus was pleased
to be able to return the favor.

I had no idea what was coming, though -- and in fact didn't much care,
savoring the scenery and the sense of freedom -- as we drove through Santa
Cruz, Monterey, and Carmel, and finally turned off the highway and drove
down a dirt road through some redwoods. We encountered a security gate,
into which Madeleine typed a code, then proceeded a few hundred yards into
a small clearing which contained a one-story building maybe half the size
of Madeleine's house. I could see little cabins nestled in the woods around
it and, glittering through the trees, the luminous blue of the Pacific
Ocean.

We parked and walked into the bigger building, which I would later learn
was called the Nest. The front door led into a big living room dominated by
a spectacular fireplace. Reclining on an antique sofa was a statuesque
black woman with dark mocha skin, piercing light brown eyes, high
cheekbones, and long black hair that looked very much like Madeleine's.
>From the amount of the sofa she took up, I could tell that she was tall,
with long, powerful legs; when she stood up, I realized that she was huge,
at least six-foot-four. She and Madeleine embraced joyfully, then Madeleine
introduced us. "Nia, this is Morgan, Tina, and Hannah."

Nia looked us over; maybe it was just that she was so tall, but her gaze
felt imperious, as if she were a queen being introduced to some of her
subjects. Madeleine told us that Nia had been on her college basketball
team and now coached the women's team at a major university in the south
(she told us the name of the school, but I won't mention it here).

Then a door swung open, and in walked a vision: a tall, willowy,
fabulously built redhead. Her stunningly bright hair was pulled back in a
ponytail that went most of the way down her back, and she was wearing a
tight T-shirt and short shorts that showed off her legs, which were leaner
than Nia's but creamy smooth and alluring. Nia introduced her as Kendra. To
Madeleine, Nia said, "Kendra plays two-guard on my team. She took over the
starting job in her freshman year, just like you. She'll be a sophomore
this year, and I'm expecting a lot from her. She's a hell of a shooter, but
she needs to learn how to mix it up. I'm hoping you can give her some
pointers."

Nia and Madeleine exchanged a knowing look. "I'll be happy to do anything
I can," said Madeleine.

We made some lunch and spent some time just hanging around the living
room, eating and chatting. It was all very innocent, and yet I sensed...an
undercurrent. Something more was going on here than met the eye. I felt
certain that it was going to be an eventful weekend.