Recommend reading the first two chapters of Neighborhood Play, first.
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I stepped into the shower after my previously unthinkable threesome with Sally and Linus. As I moved the soap over my body, it occurred to me that I was a really dirty girl, and that no amount of soap was ever going to change that.
With my eyes closed and the water pouring over my face and hair, I heard a short knock on the shower door that made me jump. I looked to my side and opened the door a crack. It was Sally, who now dressed, was still looking sexy, in spite of looking completely disheveled.
"Sorry to bother you," she smiled. "I thought maybe we could invite the twins over for a slumber party tonight?" she posited. "Might be kind of nice to do something a bit -- more normal?
I laughed. "That sounds great. Linus is going camping with Charlie and Schroeder for two days I think. We can do it here." "Great," she said. "See you tonight."
I finished my shower, stepped out and dried myself. As I moved the towel over my backside, I remembered what had happened to it just 20 minutes ago. My brain felt guilt, but my heart began racing just thinking about how exciting it was. Before last night, I had never even thought about having a cock in my ass. But now that I had actually done it, I couldn't wait to try it again. I had heard college friends recount how much it hurt. But I liked it. A lot. I felt warm and full and naughty. And the wrongness of it actually made me horny. Then there was the fact that I had done it in front of all of my friends. They probably thought I was a nasty slut. I didn't care. The second time had the element of incest in it. But that frankly just felt like a one-off.
What I was struggling with was being with girls. The thought had never appealed to me. Until I watched Patty go down on 3. The sight of our neighborhood tomboy going down on this sexy little hippie chick transformed my desires. I had always assumed that if I was ever with a girl it would be ME being gone down on, not the other way around. But now I had done it twice in one day. I still wasn't sure whether I liked it, but I knew that it was intriguing. Still, it was in no way high on my list of favorite sex acts.
But now I was late for work at the psych clinic. As I rode my bike to work, my backpack slung over my shoulder, I chuckled at the thought of my first job when I was eight. I had repurposed my failed lemonade stand into a 'Psychiatric Help' stand, charging 5 cents a session. I'm pretty sure my advice back then was rooted more in 7-year-old selfishness than a real desire to help my neighborhood friends. Now that I was 20, I felt truly driven to help people. I also knew that I wanted to be married and have children of my own. But for now, I just wanted to have fun in my spare time.
That evening, as I was pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven, I heard the front doorbell. When I opened the door, the three girls spilled into the living room giggling. "What's up?" I smiled, wanting in on the joke. "Shermy called 4 and asked her on a date," Sally laughed. "He said he felt a connection." "Aw, that's sweet," I said. "The only connection we had last night," 4 said, was my mouth on his cock."
"Well, Shermy's a good guy," I said. "You should go out with him." "I already have a boyfriend at State," she said. "Last night was just fun sex."
"So where should we hang out?" said 3. "The living room or your room? You have that huge TV upstairs."
"My room I guess. I already blew up my two air mattresses."
"Cool!" said 4.
The three girls helped me carry the pizza, snacks and wine upstairs. I was already in my pajama shorts and I watched as all three stripped down and changed into the same. Except 3, who put on a really short sheer nighty over her red boy shorts.
We talked for hours. From boys, to school (the twins were going to be college sophomores at State U.), to neighborhood gossip, to politics, all three girls were funny and smart. We talked a bit about the night before, too; no one was seemingly embarrassed about it.
We then pulled up a silly TV rom-com, all four of us spread out over my king size bed. Sally, the romantic, sniffled at the sweet ending. 3 reached over and gently wiped Sally's tears with her fingertips. Sally put her head on 3s shoulder.
"Let's watch something sexy," said 4, snatching the remote from the bed. She jumped off the bed and pointed the remote at the TV and pulled up the basic cable app and went straight to the adult channels. She had amazing legs and super cute feet, and a bit of a cocky attitude, which I found adorable.
"How about 'MILFS Teach Teens'?" she said.
"What the hell is that?" said 3.
"It's where moms accidentally walk in on their daughters having sex with their boyfriends," said 4.
"The mom's boyfriend?" said Sally.
"No silly," said 4, "the daughter's boyfriend."
"Well then what? 3 said.
"Do you want to watch it or not?" said 4, starting to get irritated.
"Let's watch it." I said.
