Dillon Court Neighbors -- Ch. 02
Neighbors in four homes enjoy group sex
This is a three part story about a place the author lived for a while. The chapters will be posted on consecutive days. Chapter 1 is a warm up for the subsequent two chapters.
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Chilly autumn weather moved into New England the following week, and most neighborhood outdoor activity came to an end -- no more barbeques or pool parties.
Sara did host a combination kids and adult's Halloween party that we all had fun at; many of Rachel's new school friends were at the party with their parents, so I got a rare chance to meet some people from outside our neighborhood.
In November, I hired two people to work with me in my computer-based business, but had them working out of their homes and checking in with me daily. Two Boston hospitals got new diagnostic equipment, so Jim was tied up for weeks of long hours learning about the new machines and how to interpret the information they gave doctors. Ellen's publishers were eager for her edits to one book and for another in a series she'd started but left idle for a while. Eric had two new clients drop a load of money to manage in his lap, so he was tied up for weeks integrating them into his business. Liz told me the large influx of customers in her business wanted individual or family photographs before Christmas to use as gifts. Mike had a huge land deal drop in his lap that required hundreds of hours of his billable time to legal his way through. Kevin and Maddy were mostly wrapped up in the winter courses at the university. Thanksgiving came and went, and then Christmas. For those holidays, each family on our cul-de-sac either disappeared or got inundated with relatives.
Between this helter-skelter when we did get together our times felt rushed and in tension. Because of the season, our parties often involved others outside the neighborhood, so we had to curtail our 'playfulness.' We did see the Russerts and Sara a few times to socialize and we took the opportunity to make out, but we didn't go quite as far as we had the night of the restaurant opening. The relaxed summer had ended.
We did manage to find time to host a dinner with Eric and Liz, so we got to know them better. We found delight in their company and our shared interests. We included Sara and Rachel in one of our mandatory family dinners when my parents were in town, and I know Sara had joined the Russerts for some social events too.
Kevin provided the highlight of the pre-Christmas activities for me. Despite our age differences, he invited Mike and me to a fraternity Christmas party just before final exams started for him. He explained that we both looked young enough to have still been in college, possibly as grad students. I felt flattered. Mike bowed out, but insisted that I go to the party as Kevin's 'hot' date. I talked to Kevin again, and he reassured me that I looked like I was still a college girl, so I became a graduate friend of his who lived off campus. I swore Kevin to secrecy, and he promised not to let it be known that I was married.
The party was pure fraternity raunch. We both had a blast, and I got fully into the spirit of the party, participating in dirty dancing and shaking my booty in the wildest way I knew how. I'd never have behaved that way when I was in college, but at my advanced age I found it so much fun that I'd learned to let go.
In one of the large fraternity bathrooms that had been dedicated to women for the night, I had fun talking to a group of co-eds. Somehow, I worked into the conversation about what a great and talented lover Kevin was. I told them he knew better than most how to use tongue and cock in innovative ways. Later, I told Kevin; his comment, 'Where were you when I was a freshman and still a virgin?'
As the fraternity party went on, various couples obviously slipped upstairs for some loving and sex. Much to Kevin's surprise, I publically got all over Kevin, kissing him, and trying to reach his tonsils with my tongue. When some others were near us, I suggested he take me upstairs for 'you know what.' We went upstairs and made out for a while, and I even allowed Kevin to get to second base on our 'first date.' As far as anyone else knew, Kevin scored a home run that night.
Later, when I told Mike about the party, he was laughing so hard about how I'd inflated Kevin's reputation as a lover that he had tears running down his cheeks. Given what a 'hot' date I appeared to be, plus Kevin's 'Hunk Factor,' he was sure to score more frequently because of my impromptu remarks in the ladies room.
Mike got a charge about my making out with Kevin too, and I could tell he didn't feel any discomfort or irritation. Mike told me he would have encouraged Mike 'to go a little further' if he'd been with me at the party, and then Mike added, 'maybe a lot further.' He was also glad for the improved relationship with the Winslow family.
A week later, I had lunch with Liz. She asked about how my 'date' with her son had gone, and so I laid out the details for her in pure girl talk. She ended laughing about what I'd done with her son, even letting him score a little with me. Liz admitted that Kevin had a real crush on me, but told me not to worry as he was still on the social circuit and not staying at home pining away. She added a sentence or two that caught my attention too: 'Eric and I wish we could get to second base with you guys too -- maybe even further.' I glossed over the remark at the time, but given our growing friendship I hoped for the same thing.
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In mid-January, Mike was asked by his law firm to get some professional pictures taken for some of the PR. He called Liz across the street and explained what he needed. They set an appointment for the end of the month late one afternoon.
Mike whizzed through the house that afternoon, kissed me hello, changed his necktie, and took off across the street to Liz's home studio with a couple of other articles of more casual clothing on hangers or over his arm.
Mike came back almost two hours later quite happy, but with an odd expression on his face. Being cocktail time, he poured us both glasses of wine, and once we were settled he said, "I have a few interesting things to tell you."
I nodded for him to continue.
"First, Liz knows as much about our relationship with the Russerts and Sara as there is to know. She's observant, seeing a few things going on at our front door and in our living rooms, listening to some of our conversations at the parties and dinners, and I guess we flirted and over acted our casualness with each other too. Second, ... are you ready? ... She and Eric would like us to consider them as 'close friends' as well. She didn't define what that meant, but I think it means to include them in exactly the kind of stuff we're going with the Russerts and Sara -- the kissing and fondling. Third, to emphasize her last point ... well, she introduced me to the joys of holding her on my lap and kissing her. She caught me completely off guard. I'm still sort of amazed by the last half hour of my photo shoot. Oh, she did take about five hundred pictures of me by the way; she'll have proofs ready after she reviews what she has and does some PhotoShop work on a few."
My jaw had dropped. After I got my brain in gear, I snorted in humor, "So, does Liz kiss nicely?" The idea of Mike making out with Liz didn't bother me, plus I'd made out big time with her son.
"Heck, yes. She's nice and comfortable to be with. She has a pleasant professional style too, but then she shifted gears and got intimate and personal at the end."
"Do we want another set of 'close friends'? I would think so."
Mike said, "I don't think friendship or love is a zero sum game. There's plenty to go around, so sure, I'd like them as good friends -- even intimate friends. Eric is really nice too; he knows his stuff. I've talked to him at the party about financial markets, real estate investments, and a few other money topics; he's well read, well informed, and isn't afraid to take positions. He told me that for the past ten years he's averaged a thirty percent growth of his client's portfolios; given the economy, that's spectacular. When we got off on other topics, I felt he was one of the friendliest and nicest guys I've ever met."
I said, "Well, let's encourage them. I imagine you'll see Liz again to go over your proofs. Maybe I should come over afterwards and join you two and Eric and see what happens."
Mike agreed.
As I fixed dinner, I thought about how interesting our little neighborhood was becoming. Four houses and ten people when everyone was home -- seven adults and three kids, although two of the kids were young adults. We were a small isolated community set off from the rest of the town by virtue of geography, a long narrow road to our cul-de-sac, and divisions of land that took place hundreds of years earlier because of how some cow probably wandered around.
A week later, we hosted a movie night at our house. Mike got a first run DVD, and honored my request for a chick flick. Eric and Liz couldn't come, and I felt they really regretted having a previous commitment. Sara, Ellen, and Jim came over after their dinners. Sara brought Rachel, and we set her up to watch her own kid movie on her iPad in our living room, and then sleep on our sofa until her Mom took her home.
Mike started the movie in our family room on our large screen TV. I cuddled up with Jim in our big overstuffed chair, and Mike embraced Ellen and Sara on our long sofa.
