Author's note
- This is a fictionalization of my older sister's biography as she told me the story years later. I am uncertain which category the tale will find itself placed in. This is what I think the story is about - a nineteen-year-old woman showing off her body and having very nasty and semi-rough consensual group sex.
Except for a few non-sexual references that set the initial scene in these notes, all the events depicted herein are of legal adults aged eighteen or over. In fact, it was my sister's eighteenth birthday that set our story in motion.
The three of us kids had been raised by two non-functional alcoholics. Grandpa had money, he paid the household bills and for maids and what-not. Our big brother Hugh, who had been one the few kind people in my life left to go to college when I was thirteen. Shortly thereafter, I practically - although not legally, moved in with my best friend from school -- Lisa, escaping the insanity of my own house.
Three years later -- on her eighteenth birthday, grandpa's attorney came to see my sister Monica. She left the house with him -- then called me for a favor from his office. We drove her to the bus station, she hugged me, said goodbye, left town and never returned. I did not speak to her again for more than five years. The attorney's side of their conversation was easy to recount. It was the same two years later for me.
CATHARSIS -- CHAPTER 00 -- MONICA THE SLUT
"As of this morning," the attorney said, as we sat at the kitchen table, and he slowly handed me forms and explained each one before going on to the next. "You can legally sign the documents here. This first one transfers a one-third share of the 'Contessa' to you, your brother Hugh holds a third and I am trustee of the other third which are held by your sister Jamie.
"This document, it has to be signed six places, here... And here, transfers to your control two bank accounts, two investment accounts and annuity and a life insurance policy. These two, they don't have to be signed, are copies of your grandparent's life insurance policies. This is a copy of the individual life estates they hold on the 'Contessa.' This is the title to the Cadillac outside, it is held by your grandmother -- you will want to keep it that way for insurance purposes, here is the policy. Here are the keys. You are listed here, on the title, as TOD."
He was doing his job, and knowing my grandfather's thoroughness, doing it well. I waited politely, listened and then asked him the only question I really had.
"So, I am eighteen, an adult, free... No stipulations... I can just get up and go?"
"Yes," he said, "if you would like, we could look at what rental properties are available until the end of the school year so that you could finish up and get on to college in the fall."
I said yes to his offer, although I didn't have any intention of following through with my promise.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said running down the hallway to my room.
I lied, it probably took three minutes to grab everything I wanted and throw it in a duffle bag and come back out to the kitchen. My life was calling - I was ready to leave.
He offered to show me my new car, a black 1975 Cadillac Deville. Rather than telling him that I didn't know how to drive, that nobody had ever taught me. That I had never had so much as an actual boyfriend through eighteen pathetic years of life. I let him drive me back to his office where I called Jamie.
She had Lisa's big brother George come out and drive me to the bus station where I bought a ticket for Lubbock. I told George to go ahead and use the car until I came back for it. As it turned out that would be quite a while.
One Year Later
I had planned on going to Texas Tech University, but they wanted a high school diploma, or at least passing grades and senior standing in high school. Grandpa probably would have leaned on someone if I had asked him to, but I was still really pissed at him and grandma. Today I really feel guilty about that, but they knew what life was like at home and they enabled it without raising a finger to change it.
I wasn't a fucking university student, but I was fucking a university professor of art. John was ten years older than me and he was definitely "warm for my form." I grew my red hair long on my head while shaving it from my pubes because he liked it that way. There are other, much kinkier things that I do because John "likes it that way."
He liked it that I fucked other men and told him about it. As I think about it that might be why he is a professor of Art rather than a painter or sculptor. Artists work in media themselves, they take pleasure from their own efforts. Professors watch others and comment on their effort.
He liked to listen to me recount the sex he wasn't getting from me, I guess it takes all kinds. He didn't get me involved in this...
"Dear Lord, lead us not into temptation,
For we can surely find it all by ourselves..."
I found it on my own, but he chose me because it excited him.
I always "go-commando" and on that night was dressed like a little "ginger-slut," a short miniskirt that intermittently, momentarily displayed my "assets." I was at a bar in the "Tech-ghetto," near campus. I was a little turned on knowing that there were many male, and a few female, eyes on me.
I made a point to move in a way that very quickly provided little flashes of pussy to the handsomer students there that night. It didn't matter if they were accompanied or not, it was 1976 after all, not the stone ages. On more than one occasion I have been picked up by a couple, and while I fall more on the hetero end of the spectrum, I have no issue giving or receiving it with another lady.
That is what happened that night, an older couple asked me to join them. They were both faculty at Tech. Normally I lied and said that I was a student, but that was a negative with faculty. So, I told a short version of the truth. Both seemed nice and they both, but especially she, were really looking at me. Checking me out.
She announced that she had to "use the ladies' room," and I joined her. He patted my ass gently as I left the table and I blew him a kiss in response. As we walked, she asked me in a whisper what it felt like to wear a mini in public without "undies."
I nearly laughed at the word. I said, "just a sec," and as we walked into the bathroom, I placed her hand on my twat. It was damp.
She started to stoke me, but I said, "not in the bathroom. Later, in a bed. Take yours off and see how liberating it is."
She looked at me and she smiled.
"Come on," I said. "Do it."
When we returned John had joined her husband - Melvin as it turned out, at the table. We sat boy -- girl -- boy -- girl and managed in casual conversation to let it "slip" that I had talked Penny - as it turned out, to join me in the "just say no to undies movement." As I had suspected Melvin had seen my denuded slit earlier. So, he was totally enthralled by the prospect of Penny being "bare down there."
She slowly lifted her skirt as she sat between them and offered them a glimpse. Then we all had another drink and introduced ourselves to each other. John invited a young man who was at the bar to join us. Larry said he had seen my show, which John called "deliciously slutty." I wasn't certain what to think, it wasn't wise, but I went home with all of them -- not to Penny and Melvin's as I expected to, but to John's.
Penny and I repeated my performance on the way out of the bar. Larry fondled Penny's thigh right in front of Melvin and began stroking her bare crotch. Getting into Melvin's car I spread my legs wide for him and John to see. John lifted my miniskirt up to my waist exposing my shorn pussy lips.
"You, Monica, are a slut," Melvin said as he pushed his saliva moistened finger into my vagina. "I like sluts."
I love that wonderful feeling when I start to juice hard. I could feel my heart race as it pumped blood down between my legs to get me ready. I was a "slut." Moreover, I loved being a "slut." I was going to be fucked by two, maybe three men, maybe Penny too, tonight at their house. Then I would go get strong coffee and a greasy breakfast in the morning.
Melvin said, "I'm going to fuck you right here in the parking lot." He said it in a normal tone of voice right in front of everyone - his wife, John, Larry and a couple of innocent pedestrians. John said that he would drive Penny to his place - it was the closest. I said not on the filthy asphalt, but I'd do everyone on a proper bed -- I even invited the pedestrians who quickly made their exit.