The members of the Friday Flower Club took a while to attune themselves to the dramatic change in the nature of the Club. None of its previous metamorphoses - from flower arranging via creative writing to cookery - had prepared them for the impact of collective masturbation. The experience, powerful and irresistible as it had been, arrived without warning. They were, after all, six women, all more or less of a certain age, with respectable if unexciting life styles. Even when Marjorie had introduced the subject of sex to their teatime conversation, not one of them could have foreseen that within minutes they would have been working towards self-induced communal orgasm.
Beyond any doubt, they had enjoyed it. That was the problem. While their upbringing induced feelings of guilt, the experience left them wanting more. Marjorie, the original catalyst, was the one who persuaded them that no harm would come from continuing. The problem was quite how to begin when they next gathered together.
A possible solution was offered, very tentatively, by Helen. She was the oldest of the women by a year or two but still with an open mind and an imagination more vivid than her husband would have believed. "If you remember last time," she said, peeling back her skirt and opening her legs for the others to see that her knickers were coffee-coloured and lacy rather than the everyday white she had worn at the earlier meeting, "you will recall it was Marjorie who started us off; but we still needed something else to take us all the way. You know, help us - I think the expression is - get ourselves off. And that was when Jo knelt down in front of Ann and ..."
Whatever the next expression was meant to be, Helen couldn't quite bring herself to articulate it. No matter. Nods of agreement were enough. They all remembered Jo with her head between Ann's thighs, the way Ann pressed forward on to the lapping tongue, and finally the sight of Jo's heaving frenzy as she reached her own resolution.
"Well," Helen suggested, "perhaps Jo would start us off now. With someone else."
"I think I might like that very much," said Jo, getting to her feet. "I think, too, that you could be the one to help me. What we've seen so far looks good. Stand up and show us more."
Helen could hardly refuse; in truth, she felt a shiver of excitement at the prospect of succumbing to Jo's sexual advances while the other women watched. They stood together in the centre of the room. Jo, with a rounded figure and full breasts, was a few inches taller than Helen, whose neat waist and pert bosom made an interesting contrast.
"First, let's get rid of some clothes." Jo reached round her partner as though to unzip her dress at the back; instead, she drew the older woman into a firm embrace and then a deep, demanding kiss. Helen's mouth opened. Tongues probed. Helen clung on to disguise the weakness seeping into her legs.
When the undressing proceeded, Jo encouraged Helen to play her part. Garments were discarded until only knickers remained, Jo's lime green, Helen's coffee. Jo made Helen bend over so that the onlookers could see the fabric stretched across her bottom. Marjorie leaned forward from her chair to caress the protruding buttocks before gripping the waist band to initiate the removal of the final veil. Jo stepped out of her own underwear. Her vulva was shaved and protuberant. Helen's groin displayed a trimmed triangle of greying hair.
They kissed again, slowly, deeply, sensuously. Helen, all inhibitions swept away, reached for Jo's breasts and drew out the stiffening nipples before allowing herself to be taken down to the carpet. Cynthia gave them a cushion from the sofa to place under Helen's bottom. Jo knelt between Helen's legs and began her ministrations. It was cunnilingus demonstrated by a mistress of sapphic artistry.
Around the focal pair the others were no longer passive spectators. Marjorie was now as naked as the two who were giving the exhibition. Sylvia had stripped to the same white silk knickers that had been admired before. Ann and Cynthia's clothing was in varying stages of disarray only because they had been unable to wait before starting to masturbate.
