Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 20:59:01 -0800 From: J. Ocean 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.