Things really got dicey when I realized my three new friends, who had graciously invited me into their little neighborhood social clique was each, in her own right, a hornier beast than I was. This came as a revelation to me because I always thought I was the most sex-obsessed person I knew but these ladies were expert.
The three women are Marty Sutter, a handsome blond woman of sixty-one who fancied herself the ring-leader of the group; Lauren Babcock, a cherubic brunet who was the group's reluctant loner; and Silvia Gomes, a feisty Argentinean woman whom, Marty had told me, was a lesbian. Both Lauren and Silvia were in their early fifties. All three women was good-looking youthful, and sexy. I had met Marty when I first moved to town a few months ago. We work together at the local University.
"Listen, my neighbors are like one big family. We all invite each other to our houses for dinners or to watch movies. Even Winter snow days are a blast," Marty Sutter told me.
"We live within footsteps of each other and we come and go between houses all the time. Sylvia is my next-door neighbor and Lauren lives just a few houses down from her on the other side of the street. "
"That sounds nice," I said. "It would be fun to meet some single, folks. After thirty-five years of marriage I've lost my enthusiasm for couples."
"Are you seeing someone? Dating? Marty asked.
"I've been dating... some... nothing serious... sporadically..." I rushed to fill the awkward silence. "I don't especially like the bar scene and the on-line thing is so much work." Marty eyed me for a long moment then seemed to decide to let my comment pass.
"You'll like them. They're very nice", she went on, "and they're fun. If I get home and sit on my porch before I know it everyone is there and we're sharing a pitcher of Margaritas. I'll warn you though, sometimes we can get pretty bawdy."
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So I went over that Friday after work and sat on the porch with Marty; as if on cue, Marty's two friends moseyed over. Introductions were made. We talked about the town, our jobs, the bike paths, the baseball park in the next biggest small town; I don't remember what else. Before long we were working on our second pitcher of margaritas. Chips, salsa, celery, and carrot sticks too. No shortage of laughs either; Marty's friends were quick with the quips and innuendos. I tried to keep up with the girls but they shared a close camaraderie. They were welcoming and entertaining, flirty even, but it was like there was an inside joke that I wasn't privy too. I didn't really care--the tequila had clouded my head, thickened my tongue, and loosened my lips--I was having a great time.
"So where did you find this one, Marty? He's sooo handsome," Silvia said with a mischievous smile, "and he looks like he could be a good specimen". Her gaze lingered on me as she said this then shifted to Marty.
"Oh, look; he's scrunching his eyebrows like you said something odd, Syl." Lauren said.
"Marteee, didn't you tell him anything about us?" Sylvia said.
"Um... pipe down, ladies, your going to scare Jerry off before we even get a chance to get to know him better."
"Okey, dorkey then, Oh, did I say dorky? I meant to say Dokey, OKey Dokey. let me go make another pitcher. We seem to have drained this one," Lauren said as she stood up and headed inside to the kitchen.
"That's not the only thing we'll be draining before this afternoon is over," Sylvia muttered under her breath and the two of them chuckled.
"Jerry, I'm sorry. My girlfriends are teasing you. They like to play and after a few drinks they forget their manners. Are they making you uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm purrfectly alright!" I said with a little too much enthusiasm to hide the slur in my speech.
"How was work today, Marty?" Sylvia asked. I didn't pay much attention to the exchange because it was the same old ongoing university conversation. I was wondering about Sylvia's comment and what Marty had not told me about her friends.
"I'm back," Lauren said as she stepped onto the porch with a fresh, pitcher of thick frozen booze. She filled our glasses and I took a big gulp. Instant brain-freeze. She sat down and said, "What have I missed? Did you tell Jerry about our proposition yet?"
I cocked my head from the frigid ache and looked from Lauren to Sylvia and finally to Marty. They all seemed poised for something.
Marty took the lead, "Jerry we want to play a game with you--an adult game. We are all single and we like our freedom but we also like to play. It's difficult to find people with similar tastes in a little rural town like this. We are particular, so we pick and choose our..."
I was not focusing on what she was saying. Instead I was leering at her like a loon. Handsome is a funny description for a woman but Marty's sharp features, tall and thin but very shapely body, short-cropped blond hair, and piercing blue eyes all added up to a very sexy-busyness look. Now that I was focused on how attractive she was I looked at Sylvia and Lauren differently. Sylvia had dark eyes and full lips on which she wore a hint of color. She had distinctly Latin features and color and she played the part well with a sexy accent and animated gestures which seemed to become more intense as she got excited. She had full breasts, nice hips and beautiful legs. Really, it was the tone and quality of her skin that radiated that Latin sensuality. She sat with her bare legs stretched out on the divan. She had slipped off her pumps and her feet were bare now. She had the most beautiful French pedicure that made her olive colored toes look like olives...candy...candy olives. Her soles were lighter and so soft looking as if she had just come from a pedicure. Lauren was wearing a summer dress with a bright flower print. She was the heaviest and roundest of the three women but by no means any less attractive. Zaftig, cherubic, voluptuous; all those words came to mind as I looked at her. She had big shapely legs and arms and thin sexy wrists and ankles. She had a tight waste and big breasts above and a wonderful oversized ...bumper below.
"...We have had friends, um... men friends from time to time who enjoy playing...and even attending to us. It's a delight for all of us. We girls get to have our way and our man friend gets his ... Jerry? JERRY! Are you listening to me?"
Marty caught me so off guard. I must have blushed because the others laughed and Sylvia said, "Marty, I think he is having a brain freeze or something." And then to me, "Jerry, Marty is trying to tell you that we want to play with you. Do you like that idea, Mi Amigo, would you like to play a game with us?"
I shook my head in my embarrassment at being caught staring. I didn't really think I was in any shape for a game where I'd have to focus but I didn't want to be a party damper.
"Yes! I love games. Backgammon, cards, Charades, Pictionary, what do you have in mind?"
