THE MEDITATION SOCIETY
by Musings of Pan
The Beginning
This happened near the end of our senior year in high school when we were all feeling far too adult for high school. We were all over 18 and convinced we were ready for anything.
That Friday night we gathered in Susie Bowen's basement for some music and fun. There were six of us boys and six girls though none were going steady. We were just a group that liked to hang out together.
Of course there was soda and popcorn, ping pong, darts, etc. It was just after 11:00 when we started playing charades. I was sitting next to Sara on a large chair which put us close together. Henry was gesturing wildly trying to convey a phrase and we were all laughing at him. By the way, my name is Tom.
Suddenly the power went out and it was pitch dark. A voice that sounded like Susie said "I'll go get a candle." At that everyone hollered NO! This was too much fun. Someone suggested ghost stories and there were many other comments but it was gradually becoming more quiet. I put my arm around Sara and she snuggled closer. Then I let my hand slip down over her breast to see what she would do. In response I felt her hand move over my pants searching for my cock. This was too good to be true so I moved my hand down the neck of her shirt into her bra. Her breast was smooth and soft with a hard nipple in the center. It was the first time I had felt a girl's breast and I was in heaven. She sighed and did not stop me.
Sara moved her hand off my now hard cock and down the waist band of my pants to hold my cock. That was exciting and if possible I got even harder. I leaned in and kissed her. We were getting worked up but afraid to go much farther because the lights could come on at any minute. In a short time the lights did come on. Sara and I quickly pulled our hands out of each other's clothes and looked around. There were couples pulling back and adjusting their clothes everywhere. We were all breathing heavily. It was impossible to tell how far they had gotten but it was clear that all were having a good time.
After we returned to normal with a lot of giggling John spoke up and said, "Next week at my house. I will turn the lights off for half an hour and give a five minute warning before turning them back on. Come prepared."This was met with some discussion about what come prepared meant. I wondered how many of the girls would show up.
The Meditation Society gets its name.
It was a busy week so Friday came around quickly. We gathered at John's around eight. All six boys were there but only four of the girls. I noticed that all the girls were wearing skirts which was unusual. Then the door bell rang and in came Sara and Linda both wearing skirts. So we had the entire group. It seemed the girls were as into this as the boys. As we settled into the usual chips, pop, and ping pong in John's parents basement I noticed a certain nervousness among both the girls and boys. Nothing was said but it was clear that something was going to happen.
About nine John called us to order saying, "Listen up everyone. Welcome to the second meeting of the Meditation Society. As discussed last week I will set two timers, one for thirty minutes and one for thirty five minutes. I will then turn the lights off so we can meditate. The first timer is to tell us to wrap up our meditations and on the second timer I will turn the lights back on. But first a little exercise to see who will meditate with who. I need all the guys to line up along that wall, facing the wall."
We lined up and John joined us. Then he asked the girls to come up behind us and each choose a meditation partner. After much giggling someone took my hand. I turned and found it was Linda. That was good because Linda is a very cute red head. She is short, with a slim figure, nicely proportioned bust, and a beautiful sunny smile. I smiled as we walked over to an empty spot and sat down on the carpet.
Once everyone was seated on the floor John set his timers and counted down from three. When he turned off the lights it was pitch black. It took a moment to adjust to the darkness.
Linda and I had kept holding hands since she chose me so it was easy to pull her close and kiss her. She returned the kiss enthusiastically, opening her mouth and leaning close. I had my arm around her and stroked her back. After awhile of this I moved my hand to her breast over her shirt to see how she would react. She leaned in to push her breast into my hand. This was going well.
We lay back on the carpet, each on our sides. I moved my hand from her breast and started unbuttoning her shirt. She did not resist and I felt her hand moving up my leg toward my now hard cock. I opened her shirt and moved my hand over her bra. Suddenly Linda sat up. I thought I must have gone too far but then she lay back down and placed my hand on her now bare breast. She had unfastened her bra. This was better than last week because I could explore both fully bare breasts. They were warm and soft and wonderful. Her nipples were hard and when I pinched one she whispered "Yes."
Wanting to return the favor I reached down and unfastened my pants, pulling them down past my briefs. I took her hand and placed it on my cock over my briefs. She gently explored my cock and balls with her hand which felt fantastic. On a whim I leaned forward and took her left nipple in my mouth. I was rewarded with a moan and she pulled my head into her. I alternated from one breast to the other.
Her breasts were great but I was curious about what a girl was like between her legs. So I reached down and ran my hand up her leg until I felt her panties. She opened her legs a bit and I could feel that the crotch was wet. I was stroking the crotch of her panties while she was stroking my cock. We were both panting.
I decided to see if she would let me go a step farther so I pulled down the waistband of her panties and slipped my hand inside. Then I stopped a moment to see if that was OK with her. Her response was to slip her hand down the waistband of my briefs and grasp my very hard cock. WOW! That felt great!
I was fumbling around in her wet, slippery, folds when she grasped my hand and moved my fingers up to a hard nub. "There," she whispered. I massaged her nub and she started bucking and gasping. I stopped, afraid I had hurt her. She whispered urgently, "Don't stop!"