Alice was having a party. Alice lives across the street, she hosts a lot of parties. She's a regular party animal. A few are noisy but most are quite, a few are all girl affairs where some of her guests arrive in very skimpy outfits, parties that I have never been invited to. Anyway this particular party was an early Autumn barbeque, the sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, the bees were buzzing, the day was hot. I was thoroughly fed-up.
Greg, my husband, was drunk and the raucous centre of group of men talking football. Mandy, my friend, neighbour and confidant was busy drumming up support for the local neighbourhood group she organised so she was preoccupied. The younger women, quite a few of whom I'd noticed arriving at the all girl affairs, were in a big huddle down the end of the garden. This left a lot of predatory men roaming around whose conversation seemed to be all golf, cars and, with the older ones, cruises. Their wives were in another group, phones out comparing holidays, botox, lifts and, the older ones, illnesses. I was standing on the patio, nursing a drink, trying to avoid everyone.
"Not your thing?" I turned around to see who it was. One of Alice's work friends was standing just behind me; all I could recall was that Alice had once described her as 'talented' and another time as 'feisty.' She was blond, petite, skinny and outrageously pretty, wearing a really short orange dress with a neckline that went beyond plunging, saving the older lechers the bother of speculating if she was wearing a bra. "It is sort of dull if you're not with a crowd and don't want pawing."
"Yeah," I replied vaguely, " which crowd you with then?"
"The lot down the end of the garden. Well I was, they're making plans for later on and I fancy a quiet night in, I was clubbin' last night and another wild night... Too much! Must be getting old. You?"
"Mister Noisy over there," I nodded towards the huddle of men making a lot of noise. "I'm Gwen by the way."
"Penny," she smiled. Her mouth was wide, a sensuous mouth, a kissing mouth I thought. Then I looked down at the end of the garden, she was one of the all girl group and, well a kissing mouth! Obviously not one I'd be wanting to kiss, I mean she's a woman and I'm not... I'm not one of those.
"Nice, cut," she said looking at my hair, "stylish and shortish suits you: where you go?"
"Just 'Scissors' down the shops; nowhere special."
"Still she does a good job, understands your face. Quick, follow me!" She set off towards the gazebo. I tagged on behind, not sure if I liked being told what to do but glad of someone to talk to. "Sorry. That guy," she pointed at our local octopus, "he grabbed me earlier. I don't like it and it's not like I've much on under this. I didn't realise it was this kind of party. I thought it was going to be... Well just us girls. Not, you know... Like everyone."
"I've never been asked to Alice's when it's just women. I don't think Alice invites any of her other neighbours either."
"Probably not, probably not their thing, probably not your thing."
"Not my thing?"
"Well you don't imagine we simply guzzle prosecco, giggle over Tik-Tok and squeal over the Barbie movie do you? Can you have a Sapphic orgy? Anyway, it can get pretty hot."
"I guess not," I replied thinking what to say. I wasn't used to conversations that were quite so free and frank as Penny's and she was confirming suspicions about Alice that I had tried to avoid having. "Anyway, I'm married." Why did I say that? I meant to say I'm not gay, so I added that. "And besides I'm not at all gay."
"Yeah, " she replied arching her eyebrows, "I've noticed lover boy over there, quite the centre of attention. Though I bet at least one woman has gotton you off."
"Nope never. I once kissed my best friend at school, on the lips, just to see what kissing felt like, it was yucky, that's as far as I ever got."
"Wrong," Penny exclaimed gleefully, "bet you've masturbated to orgasm and you're a woman so a woman has gotton you off!"
I rolled my eyes. "That's not what I meant and you know it," I scolded.
"When you do is it fingers or do you use a vibrator? Or maybe you shaft yourself with a dildo?"
"A vibrator..." I choked off my reply, what business of hers was it how I masturbate; for God's sakes! Then I blushed, I could feel my face filling beet-red. Penny bit her lip and did her best to suppress a fit of giggles but she clearly enjoyed embarrassing me like that. What was really odd was that I suddenly felt that warmth between my legs that I used to feel when I saw a really fit bloke: God it was a while since that had happened. Penny was confusing.
"So you run a vibrator over your clit and as you begin to build to orgasm you close your eyes; you do, don't you? I know, we've all done it? You close your eyes, open your mouth and sigh or moan, well unless you scream but, whatever, it feels so good."
"I... hang on a minute. We are definitely not discussing how I masturbate," I hissed in a whisper.
"You might not be but I know anyway. You come and it feels so good. Well let me tell you, once you'd closed your eyes and your orgasm is all built up, all ready to bubble up and babble, if I gently took the vibrator from you and held it for you things would feel even better, you would come harder and you couldn't help yourself. Making yourself come is great but being made to come is better, orgasms are intense and you tend to ease off right where it's even better if you push on. That's why sex is so good, you don't have the control, it's you and them or it can even just be them who make it happen for you."
"Just be them?" I blurted out before I could stop myself; I really was not used to an open conversation about sex and I was curious and Penny, despite her youth, clearly knew a lot of the answers.
"Just them can be arranged. Mind you having to take what you are given can be mind blowingly intense. See the woman with the dress that's all sailing boats? There down the bottom of the garden," Penny pointed.
Finally I spotted a slim, rather petite dark haired woman in an even shorter sundress than Penny's, "yes, got her," I replied.
"Well that's Megan and she can transform me from the quite moaner I usually am into a screamer, she knows exactly how to pile the bricks onto a building orgasm, higher and higher she goes until they are towering over me and only then does she bring the whole lot crashing down over me, through me and it simply blows me away, my mind scatters like a dandelion clock. I just lose it, all of it. I've no idea what I'm doing: they had to make an audio before I would believe how loud I was. Ever come like that where you just lose it? Where you've no clue about anything? God it's so good, like going to another place."
"Uh... No," I answered, not really thinking about what I was saying, what I was really wondering was who the hell exactly was 'they?' 'They made an audio,' I mean that suggested that Megan was making Penny come hard with an audience looking on and an audio suggested some previous planning. I blushed again, I had started imagining how joyous it would be to be a part of that audience and to watch Penny lose all control in a mega-orgasm.
"You seem a bit flustered chatting here in the open and this party's not your thing, want to come to mine and cool off?" Penny saw my hesitation, "don't worry I won't eat you, we can just chat and you can ask all those questions you daren't ask right now, right here, because I can see you're curious. Yes there's more to sex than a good shag and, does lover boy lick you off? I really do hope so but I doubt it, too macho. Or, if he does, he's not that good at it. Just come to mine to satisfy your curiosity. Think on it because I'm off soon anyway but if you want to join me for an hour or so I'm all yours." And she sauntered off towards Megan who could make her scream with pleasure and I felt a teeny bit jealous and that warmth between my legs that I was so desperately trying to pretend didn't exist was getting hotter and spreading wider.