I sat in the passenger seat of the BMW. Every minute we drove I got more and more nervous.
Erica's driving didn't do much to subdue my growing agitation. For the whole journey she drove at the highest speed the limit would allow. I sat desperately clutching the fabric of my seat every time a bend in the road approached. Until now I hadn't thought it possible to turn corners so sharply.
I hadn't experienced Erica's driving before. I couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it on purpose. It seemed too coincidental that less than half an hour ago she had forced a butt plug inside me. Perhaps she was just a bad driver? I didn't say anything.
I felt every violently turned corner and every tiny little bump in the road like I never had before. The butt plug scraped against my inner walls and pushed deeper and deeper into my ass. Now I was grateful the end of the plug was too wide to fit inside my ass.
'Ow!' I yelped as we drove over a speed bump in the road.
She raised her eyebrows mischievously. 'Oops...' she said, her voice coloured with playful sarcasm.
'Erica!' I pouted. I couldn't believe I was worried about hurting her feelings. I should have known better.
'Did you really think I was that bad a driver?' she smiled.
'Stop it, it really hurts!' I said, half serious, half giggling at her childish game.
'We're almost there now. I can't believe you let me go on for so long!'
The ride became a lot smoother and I revelled in my new found comfort. It only lasted a short time though. My nerves soon took over and I realised the pain had been a welcome distraction. What was going to happen? What would people expect from me?
Erica must have noticed the growing tension in my muscles as I found a comforting hand resting on my thigh.
'I doubt it will Anna, but if anything happens that you're not comfortable with all you've got to do is tell me and it'll stop.' I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. 'You'll be fine, I promise.'
I relaxed as Erica's hand caressed the top of my leg.
A few minutes later we turned into a driveway of a Victorian style house. The area looked quite expensive but none the less suburban.
'Are we here?' I asked uncertainly.
'Yes. I know it's not what you'd expect. I was surprised when Roz told me she was moving here after she married Michael. They don't really fit in with the neighbours. I'm sure you'll agree Roz doesn't come across as the mumsy type.'
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I sat glued to my seat watching Erica gather her things up and lift the bottle of wine she had brought.
'Oh Darling,' she sighed, 'If you don't like what goes on we can leave anytime but I really think you'll enjoy yourself.'
She opened the car door and stepped out. I would have to trust her on this one. Erica took my hand and led the way to the door.
The door was opened by a man I hadn't seen before. He was of average height and build. He had lightly tanned skin and dark brown almost black eyes framed by thick, dark eyelashes.
'Hello Michael,' Erica said.
'Erica, let me guess, pinot as usual!' he laughed looking at the bottle of wine.
'Well, if I'd been given more of a warning I might have had time to go out and get something else but pinot's all I keep in the house!'
'I didn't know about this either until I got home from work an hour ago!'
'Roz...' Erica sighed knowingly.
'You must be Anna,' Michael said, turning his attention to me. 'I've heard a lot about you, well, since I got back!'
'Nice to meet you,' I laughed.
'Oh, good, you're here.' Roz said emerging from the kitchen. 'We're all waiting for you.'
Michael held the door opened for us and Erica led me inside. So far I had been surprised. The area was very much a family area, the house was a well furbished family home and so far the atmosphere was warm and friendly.
Sat at the dining room table were Erica's three nieces and a man who, I assumed, must be Jacques.
I had to say the girls definitely looked more like Michael than Roz. The first thing that struck me about all three of them were their eyes; dark with ridiculously long eyelashes. It was amazing how much of their personality's you could judge just by looking at them although they all had very similar delicate features and slender, shapely figures.
Erica then introduced me. Harriet sat on the far left; her hair was cut into a sleek, shiny, dark bob. My first impression was that she was more mature than her sisters. She also dressed more simply. The air of intelligence there was about her was odd. She had barely spoken a word but I had no doubt she was clever.
In the middle was Bea. It was obvious she was the mischievous one. She had short messy hair. It wouldn't have surprised me if she said she had cut it herself. Bea wasn't afraid to make a statement. She wore bright pink lipstick and matching tights with a black dress. Most people wouldn't have the nerve to stand out so much but she pulled it off easily.
The last of the triplets was Julia. She was much quieter than the other two, more how I had expected the typical submissive to be. Her cropped cream cardigan with pale pink hearts really said it all. By anyone's standards she was cute, the typical girly girl. She smiled demurely and greeted me with a shy 'Hi' as opposed to the confidence of Harriet and Bea. It was almost as if she was trying to hide behind her hair. She was forever rearranging her too long fringe and flicking the rest of the lengths over her shoulder.
I couldn't help but notice the respect they treated their Aunt with. They clearly all admired her. When each of the girls had spoken to me they were smiley and friendly but while I was being introduced to one I got the feeling I was being subjected to some kind of silent interrogation by the other two. It was quite unnerving.
I felt slightly out of place in a room with three beautiful eighteen year olds who all had more experience in this lifestyle than I did. It didn't help that I was sleeping with their Aunt who was, at thirty-six, eleven years my senior.
'You must be Jacques.' Erica said confidently, holding her hand out to the man on the far right. 'I'm Erica.'
'I know,' he replied in a gravely French accented voice. He didn't bother to shake her hand.
He was the kind of man that most women would only dream of. He had tanned skin, chiselled features and dark stubble that gave him a 'Rough round the edges kind of look.'
'And you,' he said now looking at me, 'You're Anna. It's good to meet you,' he smiled holding out his hand.
'You too,' I replied rather awkwardly. The way he looked at me made me rather uncomfortable. I could see why Roz had doubts.
