I haven't written a diary since high school and although this is more of a memoir, it is a way of telling how life gets so much better as a liberated woman than being stuck at home reading romance novels. This is just the beginning of what was an ordinary sex life and has become much more.
It all started with a raffle ticket. The winner was given a weekend for two at a Nevada resort. I'm a member of Bid and Trump, BAT for short. We are a women's organization meeting twice a month playing bridge when we're not raising money for charities. The restoration of our town's auditorium was one of our projects. Auctions and raffles are painless ways to accomplish our goals. My husband, Jack, wasn't happy when I bought $100 worth of raffle tickets for a Nevada all-expenses-paid vacation. I explained to him it was for a good cause. I also thought it would be great for us to get away for a while.
I can't say the drawing was rigged but I won! That's the good news. It gets better. Jack wasn't interested in going, so Molly and I packed our bags and flew to Vegas where we were met at the airport, then chauffeured to the resort. We were settled in our room by late afternoon.
Whoever picked the resort didn't do their homework or they did the research hoping to win. My guess is it was Molly who booked the resort because she begged to go with me when she heard Jack wasn't going.
Let me say something about Molly. Molly is my best friend and our BAT secretary. She is a year or two younger than me, divorced, curvaceous, a risk-taker, outspoken, and liked by everyone. So, a girls' weekend with Molly would be fun. Okay, we're not girls but that's what we like to call each other. Oh, one more thing. Molly is a shutterbug. She uses her cell phone like clockwork taking pictures of anything moving or not.
The resort sign pointing to the 'clothing optional' swimming pool was our first clue that this wasn't your ordinary Ma and Pa lodge. The second was watching young girls, according to my middle age eyes, parading around in skimpy bikinis accompanied by older men with silver hair. Then there were the other amenities that I'll get to in a moment.
Our first stop after unpacking was at the bar. The drink of the day was piña coladas. We both ordered one as our free welcoming drink. On the day we arrived, everything else was half price, so we didn't stop drinking until dinner. The thing about piña coladas is you never taste the rum, hardly knowing you are drinking alcohol until it's too late.
Both Molly and I were a little tipsy when we went to the buffet. There was nothing special about the food, but we were hungry enjoying the shrimp and salad bar. I treated myself to Chocolate Mousse for dessert. Molly had ice cream topped with a cherry.
The cherry brought us to a conversation from our past. "When did you lose your cherry, Signy?" Molly asked.
"I've never talked about it before. What made you ask?"
"I don't know, curious I guess. It just popped into my head when I saw the cherry on top of my ice cream. It looked sexy like a nipple on a woman's tit. You are very pretty, Signy, so guys must have been lining up to get into your pussy."
Like I said, we were a little tipsy, so this kind of conversation seemed almost normal. "I don't know about guys lining up," I said, "but I had a boyfriend. We started dating my junior year in high school. We fooled around a little, but it wasn't until our senior year that we did it on his eighteenth birthday. You know, a girlfriend's birthday present."
"Were you jailbait?"
I laughed. "I haven't heard that expression for years, Molly. No, I was a few months older than my boyfriend. Everyone called him Charlie, but his real name was Ackerley Charles Pennington."
"How was it, I mean your first time?"
"I don't remember much about it except it was over so fast. We were in his car listening to Elvis sing 'Love Me Tender' and neither of us knew what we were doing. He couldn't get the condom foil opened and my panties got stuck on the seatbelt. Then I had to help him get it in. It was over before the song ended. When I got home, my panties were stained, so I washed them out fast before my mom noticed. How about you?"
Molly took a minute before answering. "I was about your age, but it was quite different for me. I was a cheerleader in high school and dated a lot. There was never a time when my date didn't try to feel me up and get into my panties. I wanted to be a good girl and wait, but the truth was that I really wanted to have sex.
"One night after a basketball game," Molly continued, "the coach asked if I needed a ride home. He lived in the neighborhood, so it seemed like a good idea. He told me a little about playing at Duke and asked me if I'd like to see some pictures from college. I said okay.
"He introduced me to his wife, Charlotte, and the three of us sat on the couch looking at his photo album. Charlotte was friendly, maybe too friendly when her hand touched my leg. After all, a cheerleader's dress is short, so it wasn't until her hand moved up my thigh that I became alarmed.
"Charlotte told me, 'You have such a beautiful body, Molly. I wish my tits were as full as yours.' I started to squirm when she put a hand on my breast and kissed me. Of course, now I knew this wasn't going to be about Duke basketball. They seemed to sense that I welcomed their attention and wanted sex.
"Then the coach said, 'Charlotte is right. You have a terrific body, Molly. It would be such a shame to leave it hiding under that uniform. Let's take off these silly clothes so you can show us?' Charlotte wasn't waiting for me to object. She pulled off my panties and was on her knees kissing and licking my pussy. Meanwhile, Coach was pulling the top over my head and unhooking my bra. My heart was pounding, and I was so aroused that it felt like a dream.
"I was overwhelmed with passion while Charlotte was giving me head and Coach was nibbling on my tits. 'Are you a virgin, honey?' Charlotte asked. 'My husband wanted me as a virgin, but he wasn't my first. Now I think he will get his wish in your tight virgin hole,' she purred giving me a friendly smile.
"Except for my shoes, I was naked and totally ready for Coach to pop my cherry. But first, Charlotte had her own desires and took Coach's cock in her mouth. That took only a minute to get him hard before he mounted me and squeezed inside my eager virgin cunt. God, it was everything I'd hoped it would be. I loved it from the first and it certainly wasn't my last before graduating. The only thing that scared me was that Coach came inside me. I was sure he knocked me up. I got lucky. From then on, I always made the guy use protection."
"Wow, Molly, that's an amazing story and got me all excited. I could use a man right now!"
"Let's go to the floor show tonight, Signy," Molly suggested. "Maybe that will help."
"What show?"
"Didn't you read the daily schedule at the bar? Tonight, the Nasty Boys are giving an all-male review for the 'discriminating woman.' That's what they called it, anyway."
"And that means?"
"It means male strippers!" she enthusiastically declared.
I had been to a strip club for my sister's bachelorette party. It was disappointing. There were hardbodies but no hard cocks. The dancers were not fully nude and left on their G-strings. Molly assured me this time it would be different.
Each of five round tables sat four of us in front of the stage. Most of the tables were filled with women our age although one table had the grandmother types and another with college girls. Sitting with us was Tiffany and Samantha, both were mothers in their forties from out of town.
All of us ordered Mai Tais so we bonded immediately. The show wouldn't start for a few minutes, so they talked about their kids and we told them how I won the BAT raffle.
Loud 'Star Wars' music introduced a half dozen actors parading before us dressed as 'Star Wars' characters. There was Chewbacca, Obi-Wan Kenobi, C-3PO, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and of course, Darth Vader. They strutted ominously back and forth making lewd remarks about the audience. I was singled out as the fuckable whore Princess Leia. Molly was the seductive slut Rey Skywalker who was given a lightsaber to hold in the shape of a penis that changed colors when it was squeezed.
The lightsaber was passed around with every woman in the room getting caught up with the act and began shouting vulgar invitations to the actors. The music softened, the lights dimmed, and the men slowly left the stage. There was a moment of silence before C-3PO came on stage still in character wearing an erect mechanical penis pulsing like a strobe light. He asked for a volunteer to accompany him on stage. There was no shortage of volunteers. The lady who was chosen fell to her knees to give the automated cock a blowjob. She gave a convincing performance that ended when C-3PO pressed the round button on his chest spraying the woman with a milky facial. We all cheered.
Each Nasty Boy followed in character asking volunteers to simulate various sex acts. Act One ended with an impressive firework display that exploded from large erect plastic cocks. By intermission, the audience had lost all inhibitions. Women were shouting obscenities as the men returned to the stage for the second act.
'Star Wars' outfits were replaced by sleeveless shirts with bowties showing off muscular biceps and sexy tights like those in a ballet that exhibited massive bulges. To the delight of everyone, they danced, wiggled, and stripped off their shirts and pants that showed off their toned bodies but none of them went full monty. They still wore G-strings. The women were screaming at that point. "Take it off. Take it all off!"
Each performer in turn followed a similar routine by turning their backs to the audience, slipping off their thong, throwing it into the crowd, then bending over to show their tight ass and dangling balls. They danced off the stage teasing us pretending to keep their manly organ private.
Of course, this was met with howls of indignation from us. We all chanted, "We want cock. We want cock." My guess is most of the audience had wet panties by then. I know mine was soaked and Molly was stuffing a napkin inside hers.
But the show wasn't over. There was an encore. All six performers boogied on stage to disco music completely nude. There was no coverup this time, some with their masculinity as stiff as a board, the others wagging back and forth like a dog's tail. It was very much like a fashion show but without the fashions. We weren't disappointed with their physical attributes. A few women, including me and Molly, rushed to the stage reaching to touch their disco sticks. The men obliged and let us touch and taste. Molly had one halfway down her throat while I was testing for firmness. I found one guy that surpassed all the others with a dick so hard it stood straight up like a soldier at attention. I expected it to go off at any moment.
It was seconds short of an orgy when the lights went out, the music stopped, and the Nasty Boys disappeared. We were left in the dark for a minute giving us time to catch our breath and straighten our hair.
"Oh my God. I need a man now more than ever," I told Molly.
"Me too. Let's go upstairs and help each other get through this."
What she meant was helping each other get off. I hadn't had a cunnilingus with a woman since college and had forgotten how much I missed it. Molly was the perfect partner. I must have cum three times before going down on her. She came early and often and both of us slept like a log in each other's arms.
We slept late before going to breakfast. I dressed modestly. Molly not so much. She wore short denim cutoffs and a deep cut blouse with spaghetti straps holding a top that barely kept her breasts from falling out. "Did you look at the entertainment guide? Molly asked.
"No. Anything interesting?"
"Well, yes. They have a full-page ad on the Nasty Boys and at the bottom of the page, there is one for an adult bookstore down the street. "Have you been to a porn shop?"
"No. Have you?"