Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 20:59:01 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: My 17th summer 33

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 33

By 8:00 that night I was lined up in front of the fireplace with the five
other guests. To my left were Tina, Hannah, and Kendra. Directly to my
right was Vidya, an Indian-American with exotically silky light brown skin
and amazing golden eyes. But what had really caught my eye when she walked
in the door was her slinky way of walking, which made me a little weak in
the knees. Vidya was a 21-year-old student who had come from Seattle with
Madeleine's friend Mei.

To Vidya's right was Marie, a French immigrant in her late 20s who had
accompanied Madeleine's friend Diane. Marie was quiet, sweet, with big
green eyes and dark curly hair. Though small, Marie was big in the tits and
ass, almost to the point of being zaftig, but it made for a pleasing effect.

Five women were seated on the various sofas and chairs arrayed across the
room. Closest to me was Mei, a Chinese-American political science
professor. She was petite, about 5' 2'', with a slim, tight body, fine
features, and hair cut in a bob. To her right was Diane, a top executive at
a telecommunications company in New York City; she had brown hair and
lopsided but somehow fascinating features. She was very toned, buffed, and
put-together. To Diane's right was Madeleine, then Nia, then Sadie, who had
been the last to arrive. Sadie owned a bookstore in London; she was short,
a little plump, fairly butch in manner and appearance, but somehow very
appealing.

Madeleine was speaking. "Ladies, our little group has been getting
together for eight years now, and we have a set way of doing things. We
believe very strongly in the concept of sharing. I hope that won't be a
problem for any of you. If it is, we'll be more than happy to call you a
cab and send you on your way.

"Now," she said, "let's get the festivities underway." In unison, four of
the women stood; only Sadie remained seated, an anticipatory smile creeping
onto her face. The four walked around behind those of us who were already
standing; I saw them taking blindfolds from their pockets. Diane
blindfolded Marie; Mei did the same to Vidya, and Nia to Kendra. Madeleine
blindfolded Hannah, then Tina, then me.

I felt hands on me, pulling my clothes off until I stood naked, cool air
drifting across my skin, mixed with heat from the fire.

* * *

After meeting Nia and Kendra that afternoon, Madeleine, Tina, Hannah, and
I had gotten our luggage from the car and trekked to our cabin, a small but
well-made structure made of native redwood. It looked like it had been
there for a while -- it was worn around the edges, but had a homey quality.
It was pretty tiny inside, with only one large bed, but I figured we'd
manage. It did have a bathroom, so I took a quick shower before we headed
back to the Nest for lunch. Just as we were sitting down to eat, Mei and
Vidya pulled up. Diane and Marie arrived in the late afternoon, and Sadie
just before dinner, which was a group effort prepared under the supervision
of Mei, who turned out to be quite an accomplished chef.

Throughout the day I tried to read the dynamic of the group. The five
college friends -- Madeleine, Diane, Mei, Nia, and Sadie -- were clearly
quite comfortable with themselves and with each other. They kidded among
themselves, trading in-jokes that went over the heads of the rest of us.

I sensed some nervousness and apprehension among the other girls,
particularly Kendra, who had that physical skittishness that tall girls
sometimes have. Tina was acting very quiet and shy, while Hannah seemed to
be walking around in a daze. Maybe it was the concentration of so many
beautiful women in one place -- my head was certainly swimming from all the
pulchritude around me, and my pulse was a little faster than normal.

There were sexual undercurrents to the group's interaction during the
afternoon, but nothing was overtly said or done. During dinner, though, as
the wine began to flow, I felt things shift -- voices became louder,
laughter more boisterous, and there was a general sense of hair being let
down, of restrictions being released. I caught Sadie eyeing me in a
penetrating fashion; I returned her gaze, felt suddenly as if I was sinking
into her eyes, and had to look away.

After dinner Vidya, Tina, and I did dishes. Vidya looked so good bending
over the dishwasher that I nearly walked up behind her and grabbed her ass,
but for some reason I stopped myself. The other two joined the rest of the
group in the living room while I finished up. As I approached the living
room, I saw that someone had started a raging blaze in the fireplace. I
walked toward it and started to sit, but Madeleine stopped me. She pointed
to where Marie, Vidya, Tina, Hannah, and Kendra stood arranged in a neat
line, as if at a beauty contest.

* * *

As I stood there nude and blindfolded, I pictured the others similarly
positioned to either side of me. I felt my nipples standing up and my
juices beginning to flow. A part of me wanted to resist what was happening,
to pull off my blindfold and see the naked girls to my right and left,
maybe kneel and down and put my head between Vidya's legs...but another,
stronger part of me was saying, no -- go with the flow.

We stood there for quite some time as the five friends talked and drank.
Music was playing, so I couldn't hear most of what was being said, but I
did pick up bits and pieces: "She's got the best tits, no doubt about
it."..."giving me some interesting ideas"..."reminds me of that girl we
knew from Texas." I heard my own name spoken by someone in this sentence:
"Does Morgan taste as good as she looks?" I felt eyes on me though I could
see nothing, and it was making my nipples harder and my cunt wetter by the
minute. I yearned to be touched, to feel soft skin on mine.

But for a long, painful interval nothing happened. My mind had begun to
drift, floating somewhere out to sea, when suddenly I felt hands on my
breasts. Thumbs pressed my aching nipples. The hands traced down my sides,
felt my ass, slid casually between my legs. Then the hands were pushing me
back, holding me and lowering me down to the floor on my back. Then a mouth
was sucking on my nipple, a tongue tracing across my quivering stomach. I
felt something move above me, smelled pussy; extending my tongue, I felt
soft flesh against its tip. One of Madeleine's friends, I'll never know
which one, was straddling my head; I licked her slit eagerly, having done
without for several days. Then she was gone and replaced by another, then
another.

The next couple hours were a blur of sensations: The taste of numerous
women on my tongue, the feel of hands caressing and exploring me, fingers
entering me but always avoiding my swollen and desperate clit. Breasts were
pressed into my mouth, teeth closed on my nipples, fingernails teased my
inner thighs, which were sticky with my flowing liquid.

Some time later I was stood up, wrapped in a blanket, then taken my the
hand and led outside.