Sandy 28 - No Judgement Zone
Sandy enjoyed the walk to Nancy's house with Lisa and Julie. Sandy had inserted her butt plug, which tantalized her insides as they walked. A gentle breeze blew Sandy's dress against her newly naked pubic skin. When they reached Nancy's house, Lisa turned the doorknob and motioned her friends to follow.
"Hi Nancy," Lisa shouted. "Are you ready for us?" As the three women undressed and hung their clothes on pegs in the entry area. As they did so, several others walked in.
Sandy hugged all the women as they came in. But when Sally came in, Sandy hugged her, kissed her passionately, and whispered, "Thanks again for the other night. I hope that you and Peter had a great after party."
Sally smiled enigmatically and said, "Perhaps I'll tell you later if we can find some privacy."
Nancy walked quickly into the foyer with a harried look, "Hello everyone. I'm a bit behind. I'm glad that you are already making yourselves comfortable."
Each visitor had a dish with finger food. Lisa had a container of lumpia with a small container of sauce. Julie brought deviled eggs and Sandy brought a covered tray of crudité with a bowl of creamy chili sauce in the middle.
Sandy knew that her sauce would scare some people and endear her to others; she had added a smidge of douglah dust. Douglah 7 pot chilies are one of the hottest on the planet, but they have a floral flavor that is unmistakable and delectable, and she had added only a hint.
The women took their food offerings to the kitchen and returned to the living room. Nancy organized everyone into a large circle and began, "Welcome everyone. As before we will divide into two groups, but tonight there are no card tables. There are, however, cards. I found a game called 'Getting to know you,' which I thought would be appropriate for us. Are you game?"
Tiffany shouted, "Bring it on." As she shouted, Tiffany threw up her hands and set up a titty tidal wave. Everyone laughed.
"Hearing no dissent, let's count off by fours." After they counted off, Nancy said, "Ones and twos will take the front room. Threes and fours will take the back. In each room there is a stool with a deck of cards. The cards have instructions or questions. In turn take a card from the top of the deck and read aloud the instructions or questions.
"Two important points: first, this is a no-judgement zone; second, if you do not feel comfortable following the instructions or answering the questions, you do not need to do so. Whether someone answers the question or decides not to answer the question, remember point one, this is a no-judgement zone.
"We will have three 30-minute sessions. With 10 minutes between each session for nibbling or whatever. Some of you might be starving, so let's start with a 10-minute break in the kitchen."
Everyone was excited, yet apprehensive, to participate in the new game.
As she did when they played bridge, Lisa took Sandy's hand and led her to the bedroom. There was no attempt at strategy. They kissed each other, hugged amorously, and diddled each other's clitorises.
Lisa said, "Thank you so much for helping me get fucked by John. It was great. But I want to sleep with you tonight. That is, sleep a little bit. I want us to fuck madly."
Sandy kissed Lisa and pulled their hips close, "I would love that. Let's go mingle with the others."
In the first session, Sandy was with Sally, Tiffany, and Cheyenne. They sat on folding chairs with minimal padding. When they could lean on a card table, the chairs seemed a lot more comfortable.
"Shall we go in alphabetical order?" Sandy suggested.
"How about if we go from youngest to oldest. That way you start, Sandy," Sally replied.
The others chuckled and nodded so Sandy drew card and read aloud, "Tell us about your family.
"There isn't much to tell, but there is a lot to tell. I grew up as an only child. My father was killed in a car wreck when I was about 6 months old, so it has been just my mother and me. My mother never talked about any other family members, and I never asked. That is the short version.
"At the beginning of the semester, I started working as a model for the life drawing class at the university. The professor is an elegant young woman who has already established a reputation as an artist. The professor also asked me to model for a personal project that she was working on. I do that at her house. A couple of weeks ago she introduced me to her husband, who looked at me told her, 'I thought you were going to tell me that this is your sister.'
"Our resemblance is uncanny, even though she is 10 years my senior. It turns out that she is indeed my sister. My mother gave birth to her out of wedlock when my mother was 15 or 16. She was put up for adoption. My mother's family disowned her for shaming them.
"My father stayed with my mother. They eventually married. They had me several years later, and then my father was killed when I was about 6 months old. That is the long version."
Tiffany stood and walked to Sandy, pulled her to her feet and gave her a bear hug. "Thank you for sharing that with us.
"Who's next?"
Sally said, "Twenty-four."
"You're next," Cheyenne said.
Sally drew a card and read, "What is your favorite color? What is your preference for TV, drama, comedy, action, or something else? What is your favorite comfort food?"
Cheyenne laughed, "Softball questions."
"Softball, perhaps," Sally answered. "I hope I can knock them out of the park.
"My favorite color is a dark green - forest green - because I look best when I am naked under a forest canopy.
"I hate TV, but sometimes I watch the cooking channel, which is a good segue to the last question.
"My favorite comfort food has nothing to do with the cooking channel. I love the flavor of Peter's cock and cum."
"Home run," Tiffany shouted and clapped her hands.
Cheyenne pulled a card and read, "What is your fondest memory of your father? Mother? Grandparents?"
Cheyenne crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned back in the chair with her knees spread. As Cheyenne spread her knees, Sandy realized that she was the only woman in the room with a hairless pussy. Sally was full bush, Cheyenne had a landing strip, and Tiffany was trimmed. Sandy also realized that, like Cheyenne, she was sitting with her knees spread.
"My fondest memory of my mother was my day of menarche. I had just turned 13. When I started to bleed, I ran to Mom. She hugged me and told me that I would be ok. I was making the transition from girl to woman. She was so gentle as she explained menstruation and how to deal with the blood.
"It was also the day that she told me about sex.
"My fondest memory of my father," Cheyenne said, "was when I was about 14. My dad was pretty gruff. He came to my door and said, 'Let's go. There is something that you need to learn.'
"He had a rifle, a box of ammo, and several clips. He took me to the back of our farm where he had set up cans on the top rail of the fence. He popped a clip in the rifle, gave me the rifle, and told me to shoot the cans.
"I emptied the first clip and didn't touch a single can. Without a word he gave me another clip. I hit two cans. He gave me another clip, and another until I had shot all the cans.
"He said, 'I hope that you never need to defend yourself with a rifle, but if you do, just imagine that you are shooting cans off of a fence.' He gave me the box of ammo, the clips, and the rifle, and said, 'Practice as much as you like, but make sure that you keep your ammo supply full.' Unfortunately, he was about a year too late.
