This fifth and penultimate part of the story of Sam and her new life. This is one, continuous story, so this part will not make a great deal of sense unless you have read Parts 1 to 4; Part 1 can be found here:
http://www.literotica.com/s/a-new-adventure-every-day-pt-01
As always, thanks to Winterreisser for his diligent and careful editing and thoughtful suggestions and for correcting my silly typos and mistakes. My thanks and love to Kat as well for her inspiration, advice, feedback and encouragement.
FAIR WARNING:
While this story (all six parts) is, at its heart, a lesbian romance (hence its categorization),
it does contain pee play and VERY strong scat (shit) play in this and later parts
. If you have an aversion to such sexual activities then please, please do not read this story. I cannot make it clearer than that!
After reading, please take a moment to rate the story and, if you have the time and inclination, comment on it; this has taken many hours of writing so it would be wonderful to hear what you think of it, especially if I am to consider writing more stories featuring pee and scat.
I hope you enjoy the story.
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CHAPTER 19 -- A Most Unusual Gathering
It would be fair to say that both Meg and I had been on edge all afternoon waiting for four thirty to arrive, even to the point of being snappy and short tempered with each other. You know the way it goes: an off comment, the sharp response, the upset, the apology, the hug... another comment, the sharp response... and round and round. In the end we decided, despite the time of day, that a glass of wine each was necessary after which things were much mellower between us as we lay naked side-by-side in the grass in my back garden.
Just after three thirty we started to get ready: we shower together and shave each other carefully and thoroughly; we brush out each other's hair and apply subtle quantities of makeup and slight dabs of perfume.
"Meg, you are so gorgeous my darling," I tell her as I run my fingers through her long, raven hair.
"So are you Sam. I'm so glad you moved here."
"Nervous?" I ask.
"Yes, a bit. You?"
"Yes, I am. Meg, these women will all be naked: what if they're also all having sex together? Would we be expected to join in?"
"Sam, I know you look at other women sexually now and you certainly know how to make love to a woman... you don't mean that do you?"
"No, I mean... shit, Meg, if we have sex with other women, what about us? I love you so much but what if you find a woman sexier than me or better in bed or..."
"Sam, stop right there! I love you too, more that anyone, more than I thought I
could ever
love someone. That is not going to change. Listen, last night you were admiring Bex, remember: her cute bum and tits? Can you picture yourself having sex with Bex? Imagine sucking her nipples, getting your lips and tongue on her soft pussy and sexy arse?" I can, quite easily; Katie too, for that matter, so I nod. "Yeah, so can I. But Sam, the person I want to spend time with, to wake up with, to share my life with is you, just you. Never forget that."
"Oh Meg, I feel the same. Thank you." I hug her tightly. "Forgive me, I didn't mean I didn't trust you I just didn't want anything or anyone to come between us." Meg kisses me softly.
"They won't... unless perhaps we're double teaming a woman, say you on her pussy and me on her bum hole!" I slap Meg's arse softly as I giggle.
"Meg, how do you manage it? I'm on the edge of an emotional melt down and you not only manage to calm me down but then say something that makes me go gooey down below!"
"Just a knack, I guess," Meg laughs. "Shall we go?"
"Yes, let's." I slip my arm through hers and we head out through the garden and into the woods where we turn right towards Erica's house.
Her back garden is surrounded by a yew hedge taller than Meg, much as my own garden is. The gate is open and we walk in to see a beautifully tended garden with a broad, well-kept lawn surrounded by boarders of flowers that, beyond roses, foxgloves and a rhododendron, I lack the horticultural knowledge to name. Of course I am trying to avoid staring at the main tableau of five naked women. I see Lillian and my eyes latch on to the tattoo I'd seen on her neck as I see that is but the top of a huge, intricate interwoven spray of colourful flowers that weave up from her left buttock across her back and shoulder onto right-hand side of her neck. It is both beautiful and amazing. Sat on the picnic blanket with Lillian is Claire whilst Bex lies between them as they chat. I see a bottle of wine and two half-full beer glasses on a small tray beside them; Claire holds a wine glass in one hand as her left hand idly caresses Bex's thigh.
Nearby are several garden chairs and a pair of sun loungers. On one of the loungers lies a woman I do not recognise, perhaps a little older than me with strawberry blonde hair, largish boobs and full hips, while Erica and Katie sit on two of the chairs, talking with drinks in hand. It is one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen but, like Meg whose hand I clasp tightly, I don't know what to do and the five women all seem too engrossed to notice us. I watch as Erica laughs at something Katie has said and then lean forward to kiss her on the nipple. Meg gives a little gasp at the sight and Erica looks round to see us, a smile filling her face as she stands and walks towards us.
"Sam and Meg, welcome to our little group," her voice rings out in greeting. Seeing her naked I can appreciate how fantastic her figure is for a woman her age: her breasts slightly larger than average sag but a little, her waist showing only a slight thickening, her thighs and legs still strong and firm. I immediately notice her tattoo on top of her left breast; it is just like the others: two inward curving lines with the triskele between but on hers between the tops of the curved lines is a rounded, cursive 'w'. I smile as I realise two things: firstly, that Meg was right, the tattoo does represent a woman and on Erica's the breasts have been added, and secondly, though not unexpected, Erica is almost certainly the head of this group; somehow, I couldn't imagine it any other way.
The others have all stopped their conversations and sit looking at Meg and me. I realize that I feel completely at ease being here naked in front of them all as Erica continues, "Of course you know all of us: Lillian, Bex, Claire, Katie and Suzie."
Suzie interrupts, "Actually, Erica my love, I don't believe Sam and I have ever met. Perhaps Meg might introduce us?"
"Uh, um, yes. Sam, this is Suzanne, er Suzie, Griffiths who's the Year Five teacher and deputy head at the school," Meg looks more than a little amazed to see her there, "and Suzie, this is Sam Cummings, my girlfriend."
Suzie stands and walks over to us. "Very pleased to meet you Sam," she says as she places her hand on my cheek as she moves in to kiss me. Her hand holds my head so her kiss is full on my lips and far more lingering that any greeting kiss would normally be. She does the same to Meg.
"I think you could regard Suzie as my girlfriend," Erica tells us, "but not," she glances down to Bex, who grins, "my 'fuckbuddy'. We are quite discrete about our relationship and none outside of this group know of it, not least because, of course, Suzie is married." Suzie nods. "So, I trust we can rely on your discretion on this matter?" Erica asks and we nod. "Good. Now can I offer you both a drink perhaps? We have wine or cider or I'm sure my drinks cabinet can provide anything else you'd like."
"Dry white wine would be lovely," I reply and Meg nods.
"Lillian, would you oblige?" Erica asks her and she heads into the house to fetch glasses. Meanwhile, Meg and I are invited to sit and we opt for one of the loungers, sitting sideways so we can be next to each other. The others sit in chairs but Bex sits cross-legged on the grass, a position that makes her pussy distractingly obvious, especially as it would seem that Claire's caresses were not without effect!
Lillian returns and hands us glasses of wine. As she turns I cannot resist reaching up to run my fingers over the amazing tattoo. She stops and looks back over her shoulder at me, smiling. "Lillian, this is utterly beautiful," I tell her, "and very unexpected."
"More feminine that you thought I'd have?"
"Well, just a bit, yes," I confess.