Author's Note: This story centers around a young man who is slowly initiated into an all female sex club that jokingly like to refer to themselves as the 'Cult of Cream.'
Like many of my stories, there are strong romantic overtones, mild elements of bdsm and control with an 'happily ever after' vibe overall. If these story components are not your cup of tea, please do not read my story, knowing you won't enjoy it, then follow it up with a one star vote.
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Gary hadn't been this excited in his whole twenty four years of life. Well, perhaps when he lost his virginity a few years back, but today was different. Escrow was closing on his first home and he was dying to get the keys and start moving in. It wasn't much of a house, older and in need of much renovation, but his dad had taught him a lot about diy stuff growing up and he was ready to start tearing into the old place and making it his own.
Late that afternoon, he received the keys and headed straight over, determined to stay there his first night, even without furniture. Pulling into the driveway, he noticed the neighbors across the street eyeing him suspiciously but he took it as a good sign that folks looked after one another in the neighborhood.
He made it a point of introducing himself straight off and found they were a very pleasant older couple. Speaking with them for more than thirty minutes, he finally asked if the other neighbors were as friendly and outgoing. For the most part, 'yes,' they answered, but then Maude took the time to expand on one of the female neighbors she didn't seem to particularly care for.
Maude explained that Katrina, Gary's new neighbor to his immediate right, was an 'odd duck' who worshipped multiple gods and engaged in bizarre rituals, possibly sexual in nature. Maude described Katrina only as a middle aged lesbian but it took only seconds for Gary to dismiss Maude's concerns as she went on at length. Different generations viewed one another as flawed in some way and he learned early on to judge people based on his own observations, if judgement was even appropriate at all.
Eventually, he made his way inside and reflected that home ownership was going to be fantastic. Checking out the view from the second window, he looked over to Katrina's yard, his curiosity growing after hearing Maude talk so much about her. He often found that he liked unpopular people for some reason. Probably, he figured, because they tended to march to a different beat, doing things their own way and often caring little for how others viewed them.
As the sun started to set, he walked around the backyard, imagining how he'd transform everything to suit his own tastes.
When he took a closer look at a tall, bushy hedge, he noticed it was well manicured away from the fence sharing Katrina's backyard, creating a sort of long, hidden tunnel that wasn't noticeable from inside the house or even other areas of the yard.
The previous homeowner obviously went to a lot of trouble to create and maintain that hidden space but for what purpose, he wondered. As he walked into the hidden area, all he could see was the tall fence on one side and the backside of the thick hedge on the other. Unable to solve the mystery, he turned to exit and that's when he noticed it.
Almost invisible, there was a break in the lines of the fence and he realized someone had created some sort of pass through between his yard and Katrina's. Examining it closely, it appeared to be a small, secret door around twenty inches square but for some reason, it was barely waist high. He knew Katrina's yard was significantly lower than his which would have put the door much higher on her side but considering it's small size, one could only crawl through it at best.
Testing the door, he found it was secured from the other side and seeing no hinges, he assumed it opened into her yard as well. Finding no answers that made sense, he put it out of his mind and figured he'd have to ask Katrina about it once he got a chance to know her.
Gary had taken the week off from work for moving and settling in time. He met some of the other neighbors the following day and on the third day, he finally saw Katrina as she was leaving.
She was somewhere in her mid forties, by his estimation, and attractive overall. She had long, jet black hair, tied back into a pony, which he always had a thing for. She was about five foot eight with a slender figure but her large tits caught his attention most of all. He figured they had to be C cup at minimum and perhaps even Ds. Being a leg and ass man primarily, he was disappointed to see her in a long dress which hid what he believed might be her finest qualities but he reminded himself it was all irrelevant since Maude said Katrina was a lesbian.
Looking his way as she got into her car, he smiled and waved but she didn't seem to notice him and drove off.
Later that evening, there was a knock on the door and he was surprised to find she'd come over to introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Kat, your next door neighbor. I've been wanting to say 'hello' but I also wanted to apologize if you thought I was being rude when you waved this afternoon as I was driving off. I was very distracted and it wasn't until I was halfway down the street that it registered in my brain you were waving to me."
As he shook her hand, he was struck by how dark her eyes were. They seemed to give her a more mysterious look somehow and he found her even more sexy now than earlier. Her hair was still tied back in a ponytail and up close, he admired her long pretty neck. He struck him then that maybe it wasn't ponytails he liked on women as much as how they showcased a pretty neckline.
"No need to apologize, Kat. I've been in that state of mind several times this week. I am glad you came over. I've been trying to meet all the neighbors. Would you like to come in? I was just going to make some coffee."
Expecting her to politely refuse, she surprised him by boldly stepping inside. "Absolutely! I love coffee in the evening."
Making small talk as they got their coffees and sat down in the living room, Katrina stunned him by asking a series of increasingly provocative questions.
"So, being a young, handsome, single buck, does this mean I'm going to have to put up with young girls coming and going at all hours?"
Figuring Kat was just being fun and playful, he decided to have some fun with her as well. "I certainly hope so! I'm only twenty four so I'm expected to do that sort of thing. But, I've been in a dry spell lately so you should have some peace and quiet for a while until I figure out how to reverse my fortune in that area."
"Well figure it out soon, young man. It's not good to keep your love juice all bottled up. Men at your age produce huge quantities of semen which should be expelled regularly. Do you masturbate often?"
