Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 16:18:16 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: My 17th Summer 36 As the applause started to die down, I saw Marie lean over Tina's shoulder and whisper in her ear. They giggled together and exited the room. Hannah picked herself up off the desk and curled up naked at Madeleine's feet; Kendra had a seat next to Nia, who put an arm around Kendra and kissed her hard as her other hand trailed through Kendra's red fur. When Tina and Marie returned a few minutes later, they were wearing bikinis and glistening with oil. A space was cleared in the middle of the room and they assumed a classic wrestling position: Tina on her hands and knees with Marie behind her, an arm wrapped around Tina's waist, her breasts pressed against Tina's back. As if on cue, Nia wolf-whistled, and Marie flipped Tina onto her back and tried to pin her. Tina was able to slide out from underneath her, though, and it quickly became apparent that this was going to be a close match. Tina had the size advantage and was very agile. Marie, though, clearly knew some wrestling technique and was surprisingly strong. I didn't really care much who won, anyway; it was just nice watching the two of them going at it, Marie's curly black mane and Tina's light-brown ponytail bouncing around as they tussled. The oil made things pleasingly greasy and eventually, their bikinis slid off, which made it even more fun to watch. After a while their wrestling became less competitive and more amorous. Tina didn't resist much as Marie straddled her chest and rubbed her crotch against Tina's left breast. Pretty soon they weren't wrestling at all but having athletic, slippery sex there on the living room floor. They got into a 69 position and kept rolling over and over, one on top then the other, blurring into a confusion of slick flesh, wet pussy, and flying hair. When it was over, they lay there side by side gasping for breath, their slick skin shining in the firelight. I looked over at Vidya; it was our turn now. She took me by the hand and led me over to the open space in the middle of the room. I had been drinking wine this whole time and was a little wobbly on my feet; I concentrated on keeping my balance as Vidya walked over to the stereo in the corner. She popped a tape into the cassette deck and pressed Play. A few seconds later the room began to reverberate with music unlike any I'd ever heard before. It had an Indian flavor, with the melody carried by a sitar, but underneath there was booming bass and a dance beat. Vidya walked over beside me and began to dance. She was an amazing dancer: slinky, sensual, and powerfully sexy. Her belly writhed, her arms wiggled like two snakes, she whirled like a top as her sari floated in the air. I just gaped at her for a while, but when she grabbed my hand, I realized I was expected to join in. I'm not the best dancer even when I'm sober, and I felt very self-conscious in front of an audience, but I gave it my best shot. At first it was very awkward, in part because I was trying to imitate Vidya's moves and failing. But after a couple of minutes I found the rhythm and started to get into it. I forgot everything but the girl and the music and just let my body go. The music subtly began to shift, moving into a slower, more romantic section. Vidya pressed herself against me, pushing our breasts together, and wrapped a leg around me, balancing herself gracefully. I gazed into her bottomless golden eyes, seeing a beauty there that made my heart flutter. As the music started speeding up again, we continued to dance while undressing each other bit by bit. The sight of Vidya's naked body made me want to fall to my knees and worship her; so I did. She kept dancing, moving away from me and toward me as I leaned forward to kiss her brown belly. She somehow kept dancing as I inched underneath her, determined to taste her right now. I kept bobbing my head, flicking my tongue out at the moving target like a frog trying to catch a fly. But when I finally teased her clit out and held it between my front teeth, she stopped moving around. I felt Vidya's knees buckle and her weight fell on top of me, pushing me onto my back with my head buried in her cunt. That was OK with me. Then Vidya did one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. As I continued to lick her, she gradually eased her weight forward so that she was lying back across me with her butt on my chest, then managed to twist her body so that she could get her mouth on my pussy. She was now turned 180 degrees between her head and her crotch. This feat of contortionism made me even hotter and wetter than I already was, and I went into something of a trance as Vidya and I raced to see who could make the other come first. I won. I traced circles around and across her clit with my thumb until I felt her spasm and she began to groan, sinking her teeth into my thigh. Vidya started to tease me, kissing up and down my thighs, lapping at me gently, knowing that I must be close to the edge. And I was, because when her tongue slid over my clit again, I came explosively. This was an orgasm that had stages, detonating one after the other, and when they were done my head was buzzing and my body temperature was about a hundred and fifty. Vidya rolled off me and when I looked up, nine women were standing around us, applauding. Despite the many women I'd fucked, despite all the slutty things I'd done, I blushed. I looked over at Madeleine, who was smiling widely -- beaming, practically -- and smiled weakly. Apparently, our show had been a hit.