The Going Away Party, Pre-Party.
Since the night we slept together, Mandy and I had been in twice daily contact by phone, discussing their trip to the States, the going away party, clothes, and packing preparations.
We even had phone sex a couple of times which consisted of Mandy telling me she was naked on the bed, reminding me of the mess we made in their bed and talking me through what she was doing to herself, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, fingering herself, the sounds of her climaxing, panting, telling me she wished I was with her.
I could not refrain, and after we ended our calls.
I masturbated by imagining her beautiful body and her lewd actions.
I called her one afternoon at about three p.m.
She answered out of breath.
"Oh. Hell, oh."
"Are you alright sweetie?"
She let out a breathy laugh.
"Just getting some exercise, I am in the bedroom exercising nude on the bed and I am very sweaty and so wet between my legs, Mommy, listen."
She put the phone to her pussy. I could hear the wet sounds her fingers were making.
Was it her fingers in her wet pussy? It sounded more like muffled slurping.
"Oh, god, just there, yes, fuck."
Mandy spoke as though instructing someone.
"Oh yessss, god! Wow, do not stop!
She exclaimed as she orgasmed.
"You are so good with your tongue, I want more!"
Breathlessly, I asked.
"What is going on? Mandy? You have someone with you!"
I became sexually stimulated by her game. Mandy succeeded in turning me on again, my pussy wet and in making me jealous.
"I have a personal trainer putting me through my paces. Say hello to him, Mommy?''
She was attempting to shock me again. I replied.
"You do have such a furtive imagination, sweetie."
The reply shocked me to my core as it was John!
"I do and so do you. How are you, Eliza?"
I stuttered an incoherent reply, something like.
"Oh, god, hi, John, well, hot, you are home early, oh dear, got go."
I finished the call and sat head in hands, my eyes welled up a little close to crying, bit my lip, and shook my head.
My mobile phone rang fifteen minutes later, but I did not answer. It rang again, and this time I did answer. Of course, it was Mandy.
"Are you alright Mommy? I do not know what came over me, I was so turned on, I could not stop myself."
She sounded worried.
"I am angry Mandy, very angry! Is John still there?"
"No, he has gone back to his office, for a rest, he said."
I shouted at her.
"What in the devil has got into you, I can not believe what you just did! I am so embarrassed, so upset that John was there and you let him speak to me. You were having sex with him. He was licking your pussy and you made me listen, you came as he licked you. I heard him, you, your climax, what the fuck were you thinking!"
She interrupted.
"Mommy, I am sorry. I love you. I never want to upset you, will you please forgive me."
"Mandy, what am I to do with you? Now, I will worry about facing John again.
Mandy took a deep breath and shocked me again.
"Worry about John? It was all quite inspirational to him after you hung up. He gave me a right good seeing too!
The best fucking I have had for some time!"
"It must, have been speaking to you."
"Mandy!"
I shouted.
"This is serious. God, you are terrible, I do not know what gets into you."
Before she could answer, I cut in.
"Do not dare to say another word!"
A little after seven p.m., there was a knock at my front door. I opened it and faced a large bunch of roses, my favourite flowers, offered to me by John.
John, who a few hours earlier I had listened to performing oral sex with my daughter.
"Eliza, these roses are part of an apology. I want to say face to face that I am sorry for embarrassing you in the way I did and want to say sorry for Mandy. I do not know what has got into her lately."
With that said, he stepped into the hall, stooped and kissed me on the cheek.
John always smelt good, dressed well and looked good in a rugged sort of way.
I invited him into the lounge, flustered at my unexpected visitor and the reason for his visit.
I fidgeted as he sat beside me on the sofa.
He explained.
"My defence is I thought the call was from one of her sex-mad mates. They are all a bit cranky, that is why I played up to the call. They have a competition trying to outdo each other. They are a wild bunch."
''When she said, Mommy, I thought it was her friend role-playing in another wind-up, and I played up to it."
He pleaded innocence with his doe eyes as he took my hands
"I am so sorry Eliza."
I looked at him eye to eye to convey my scepticism.
"That John is doubtful, it being, quote, Mommy, according to Mandy, that had spurred you on to greater things for her after I hung up by giving her, quote, a good seeing to! I recall her saying."
His amused expression implied, what do you expect?
"Brownie points to you for agreeing to my wayward daughter, to come all this way to bring me flowers and apologise."
John interrupted.
"Mandy has no idea I am here, or about the flowers, honestly."
"Really, she does not know?"
"No, not at all."
"Well, it may be slightly less embarrassing when I next see you and Mandy."
"I will turn the tables and act more annoyed with her when I next see her."
John and I had a less tense conversation about his job and the forthcoming Amerca trip over a coffee.
He was very consolatory and his normal likeable, charming, cheeky self.
On leaving my cottage, he stooped and surprised me by kissing me firmly on my lips, thanking me for being so understanding.
"Good night, Mommy."
He then left.
With his kiss and calling me Mommy, I became flustered again and agitated.
I put the roses in water and went to bed to take the edge off my sexual frustration.
Using my fingers on my wet pussy, while imagining being witness to Mandy and Johns fucking, seeing them instead of hearing them on the phone.
I vividly played the scene through my mind as I pushed two fingers between my pussy lips which were slick with juices from my excitement. I quickened my fingering, built on my perverted thoughts and had a satisfying climax, shuddering, trembling through it.
My last vision was of John kissing me.
I then, exhausted, drifted off to a restless night.
On waking, guilt returned. My lesbian longing buried in my past was now at the forefront of my thoughts, with the sexual fulfilment of having sex with my Mandy.
I had a pang of need for a heterosexual relationship. John came to my mind because of my fantasy the previous night.
Perhaps I could find a man to share my life with, someone as wonderful as Bill? Someone to give me a good seeing too. In Mandy's words.
Would that halt my headlong passage into the sexually fuelled lifestyle I seemed to be heading?
I stayed in bed till twelve, lying naked, rubbing my clit, thinking through the recent experiences I had.
On rising, I got ready for a quick brunch at Vegie Val's restaurant on the High Street as I could not be bothered to do it myself.
A friendly chat with the waitresses, Millie and Vera, had me out of my funk.
Millie was a naturally attractive girl of about twenty, very bright.
Vera was a little older, at around twenty-four, not as bright as Millie but glamorous in a slightly forced manner.
She wore lots of makeup but immaculately applied to enhance her eyes, which drew you to her.
Vera was very obvious, with an air of availability to the opposite sex.
They had me laughing before I left and earning a good tip.
I went home and busied myself, editing images from my recent trips to Shingle Street and Orford.
Mandy called that evening for a catch-up, again apologising for her actions.
I was still a bit off with her.
She never mentioned John coming to see me, so I did not either. Was I tacitly conspiring with John to keep a secret from her? Had he told her?
A few days later, I bumped into Lisi on the High Street. We had shared several phone conversations since seeing her last.
Lisi had been up to London for business a few times, and I had been helping Mandy and going on my photographic trips.
It was the first time we had met, face to face since we had slept together.
We walked into the coffee shop holding hands and caught up with what we had both been doing.
We talked, were comfortable with each other, touched and kissed without concern. There was no awkwardness for what we had shared in bed or for anyone looking at us.
There was a frisson of excitement from us both in the knowledge we would be having lesbian sex again. I wanted her again!
We parted outside the coffee shop with hugs and a lingering French kiss, promising to get together soon and to rearrange our beach visit after Mandy and John had departed for the States.
I was distracted thinking of Lisi as I collected various orders from the shops Mandy had placed for food for the party on Saturday.
I loaded my bags and food in my car and drove to the house, arriving at about one p.m.
Both welcomed me without sign of embarrassment, and both kissed my lips firmly.
I was still uncertain about what had happened. The open-lipped kisses only added to my uncertainty and got me aroused.
I unloaded the car and put the party food into the fridge.
John helped me to the guest room, carrying my bags. Before he left me to unpack, he hugged me and thanked me for not telling Mandy about his unannounced visit to my cottage, then took my breath away with a more than friendly kiss and hug, his hands groping my bum cheeks.
