Chapter 1: Mike
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Reluctant, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, Cuckold, DomSub, FemaleDom, Spanking, Light Bond, Humiliation, Group Sex, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Interracial, White Female, Oriental Female, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, .
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1: Mike - A directionless college grad, Mike moves into a free sex commune. As he falls into relationships with everyone around him, he begins to wonder if there really is something here -- a new way to love, a new way to live. But this new life brings with it a new set of challenges. Oh, and there's hot sex. Lots of it.
I guess it all starts with the house. Simon once told me that everything that happened, everything we became, was because of the house's mystic powers, an energy embedded in the walls. I think he was joking. Still, in a different time and a different place, who knows what would have happened? Could we ever have become more than the sum of our parts? So I'll start with the particular.
The house was a relic of an older, aristocratic age, Victorian as only some displaced Englishman feeling an ocean between him and Victoria could be. I wasn't much of an architectural expert, but I knew that much. It had definitely seen better days -- there was little paint remaining, and the porch sagged disturbingly under my feet. Still, it had survived successive eras of modern styles, so I thought it had to have some wiles within it.
Padma looked almost apologetic. "It's not much too look at, but it's a great location, and it's kind of huge."
"I kind of like it," I said.
Padma put on one of her half-smile half-frown expressions that she made when she was unsure how to respond. "Well, then you'll really like the inside. Come on in. And don't worry about the porch, it's been like thatfor years."
I had met Padma in my first year of university. I always had at least one class with her, usually two or three, and so I had a front row seat to a perplexing metamorphosis. In first year she hid in the back rows of lecture halls and at the far ends of tutorial rooms, never speaking a word and spending most of the time staring down at her paper. Second year she found her voice and became a champion of Eastern philosophy, excoriating all of us for our Western bias and pointing out that Kant and Heidegger were echoed by Indian philosophers more coherent and seven centuries older. She returned from the summer break after that year with a shaved head, her long raven river that had extended down to her waist no more. By the end of the four-year degree she was quoting queer theory at every opportunity and marching across campus for any number of political causes.
Still, all through this we were never really friends -- she was someone I watched like they were in a fishbowl, fascinated by her changes. Besides which, Padma and I had competely opposite personalities. Whereas she would swing passionately from one polemical pole to another, I could never make up my mind, always trying to find some point of compromise or moderation. She had called me a borgeouis liberal capitulator on numerous occasions. Still, we had ended up talking at the post-last-class night of drinks, and when I mentioned I was looking for a place she offered up a recently vacated room in the house she lived in.
I decided to give it a shot, given the prohibitive price or untenable distances of all the places I had looked at so far. Downtown Toronto was not a friendly place for an out-of-work student.
About halfway through the tour I began to realize that while Padma had described this place as huge, it wasn't really that big -- it just had a lot of rooms, rooms that were for the most part small and angly. When I mentioned this to her she laughed. "You haven't seen anything yet. Half of the bedrooms here are actually servant's quarters. They're more like walk-in closets."
"And one of those would be my room, right?"
Padma grinned. "You catch on quick."
Upstairs we found a skinny girl with dyed black-and-green hair staring into a computer screen. It looked like she was editing some kind of video. I waved at her. "Hi! My name's Mike, and..."
She only grunted in response.
Padma smiled, as if this was endearing behaviour. "That's Julia. She's a nice girl, believe me, just don't bother her when she's working or you're liable to get your head bitten off."
"Up here you have the three main bedrooms, belonging to Julia, Simon and Dawn. They were here first and started this whole thing, so I guess they get priority. It's not much of an issue, as the other three of us never sleep in our rooms anyway."
Padma stared up at the roof and whistled. "Oh! I haven't shown you the garden yet. You have to see this."
The house's backyard was almost entirely taken up by a sprawling vegetable garden. It was still spring, so nothing had really come up yet -- but judging from the near-forest poking out of the ground, complete with a couple young trees scattered around, it was sure to be a bumper crop.
I bent down to look at the tiny buds growing along a tomato vine. "So I guess you've got some eco-nuts in the house, huh?"
Padma laughed. "You could say that. This is the communal garden. I guess communality ... communalness? Whatever the word is-- is kind of the rule around here. Everyone has their own bedroom, but we share everything else, and divide up the chores and cooking duties. Like, everyone has a turn once a week to cook supper, and it's usually a big meal where we can all unwind and shake off all the crap of the day."
"So it's some kind of hippy thing," I said, trying to keep the judgemental tone out of my voice. Still, this was all a bit much. I was looking for a place to live, not a family, and certainly not some kind of commune. "Well, I have to warn you, I'm not much of a cook."
"Oh, don't worry," said Padma. "Josh just orders take-out every week, so you'll probably have him beat."
Finally, Padma showed me to what would be my room. The loud sounds of some violent video game issued from the one across from mine. It was on a lower level and was indeed small and secluded, with only a small high window letting light in. It was easy to believe that this had been servant's quarters Still, it was kind of nice, and I had never needed that much space.
"Well, it's not exactly the Ritz," I said. "But I could live here." My mind was conflicted, my distaste for hippies dueling with my amazement at and desire for a cheap room close to downtown.
"There's one more thing you should know." Padma's voice was quieter, and she sounded a bit concerned. "People around here tend to be a bit, uh ... sexually ... you know, open. You don't have to participate in it if you don't want to, but you'll definitely be exposed to some pretty wild stuff."
I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't sure whether to be intruiged or repelled. "So when you said you do everything communally..."
Padma nodded sheepishly. She was suddenly back to the shy religous girl of freshman year.
"Wow." And here I thought free love had died out in the 70s. Padma had never talked much about her life, but I imagined a sweet monogamous relationship with a nice girlfriend, not a roving antiquarian orgy. Still, there was something attractive in the idea, although maybe it was just the male lizard-brain desire for free sex with multiple partners.
"Like I said, nobody would force you to do anything, but you should be aware that ... well, that shit happens around here, and people aren't really that private about it."
I nodded, hoping it would shake loose the conflicted elements of my mind. It didn't. "Well, call me a romantic but I've always been a one-girl guy. Still, I like to think of myself as open-minded ... live and let live, you know? So, uh, I don't have a problem with it." In other words: I don't want to be a part of your weirdo sex cult (although now I was wondering what Padma looked like naked), but I can't really say no to the cheap rent.
Padma grinned, a bit slyly. "Great. So, can I put you down as our newest servant?"
"Give me some time to decide," I said, wanting to hedge my bets in case I tripped over a better offer.
"All right, but don't think too long," Padma said. "Julia keeps trying to get one of her porno friends in here, and she can be ferocious."
"I'll try and be quick, then. Wait ... porno friends?"
There was that sly smile again. "There are some ... interesting people here."
Of course, nothing was that easy. After another week of fruitlessly searching for an equally cheap and well-located but more normal place to live, I gave Padma a yes. My student housing was about to evaporate under my feet, and the other option was going back to Bumfuck, Manitoba to live with my parents. That wasn't happening.
Then the trials started. First Julia, the intense girl with the colourful hair that I had been foolish enough to disturb on my first visit, called me and let loose a barrage of indirect insults before demanding I get tested and provide a clean bill of sexual health before she would agree to let me in. No matter how many times I repeated it, she didn't seem to grasp that I wouldn't be joining the orgy and certainly wasn't getting a needle up my dick. Padma finally got her to back off, I guess, because the matter was eventually unceremoniously dropped.
And then I had to meet with everyone who lived there, one-on-one, just to make sure they were okay with me. "Do we really have to go through all this shit just to admit a boarder?" I said to Padma over the phone. "I mean, I'm getting kicked out of my place in three days. Can we put some of the hoops away?"
"Stop whining," she said. "It's nothing. Most of the people here are really open-minded, so it's not like they're going to give you too hard of a time. They just want to meet you. After all, this is like a family ... you don't want to admit people to your family without getting to know them first."
"From what you've been telling me, this is a pretty incestuous family."
She giggled. "You're going to fit right in. Trust me."
"See, you mean that as a compliment, but I'm kind of offended."
The interview was held in their dining room, which was probably the biggest room in the house -- a big salon intended for entertaining guests and celebrating in opulent style. Its current purpose was a bit more utilitarian than that -- the table was covered with the day's accumulated junk, and the most prominent decoration on the wall (wedged between some modern art) was a detailed chore chart delegating tasks amongst the group in the iron dictates of dry-erase marker. A small chandeleir hung from the ceiling, although the candles had been replaced with light bulbs.
The six housemates had lined themselves up on the other side of the table. I thought that this was really a bit much, and wondered if living in North York was really that bad after all.
As it turned out, Julia was the only one who was seriously interested in the inquisition. Padma had already given her stamp of approval, and the other four -- two guys and two girls -- all seemed easygoing and barely spoke at all. One, a frattish looking guy with long brown hair who had been introduced as Josh, spent most of the time looking down at his phone.
"So, what are your politics?" said Julia, hunched forward.
"Um, I think legally you're not allowed to ask me that. You know, as a landlord."
She practically hissed at me. "Look, we're a co-op. I'm not a lord of anything, much less land. But I mean, we've already got one guy here who's just here to get laid and not contribute to anything deeper, and we don't need another."
Josh raised his head. "Huh? Did someone call my name?"
"Aw come on Jules," said one of the girls, dressed in a tight-fitting tank top and sporting a long black ponytail. I thought her name was Dana or Dawn or something like that. "I know you're trying to get Trinh in here, but we've already got four girls ... don't want things getting too imbalanced, huh?"
"Men and women are not opposite vectors or something. And I've told you not to call me Jules. Nobody calls me Jules."
"Well clearly someone does, and that's me."
Julia let out a long sigh. "Anyway. I guess what I'm trying to get at is ... why do you want to live here, in a communal setting? The last guy who was here ... he just holed up in his room the whole time, and that's why we ended up kicking him out. If you just want a place to sleep and keep your stuff, I dunno, rent a storage locker. What we're trying to do here is build community."
"Okay, but other than the sex thing, how do you do that?" I said, feeling the limb beneath me grow thinner. "I mean, you have that chore wheel up, rotating meals or whatever ... we did all that stuff in my college dorm. What makes this so revolutionary?"
"Well, I mean, obviously it's a work in progress -- but we're just trying to find a new way to live with other people, a freer and fairer way."
I decided to swallow my pride and appease the ideologue for a while. I did, after all, need a place to stay. "Hey, that's all fine with me. Things need to be freer and fairer."
"I'm just curious," said the ponytailed girl. "Why don't you want to play with us?"
"I mean, have sexy times. Sorry, I have to remember not everyone's up on the jargon."
I felt my cheeks growing warm. "Well, it's nothing against any of you, but I just have a policy about sleeping with roommates. It always makes things way too complicated, in my opinion. Besides, I think sex should be something you do with someone you really care about, and all of you ... well, I don't know you right now.
She nodded. "Fair enough. Don't worry, we ain't gonna rape you or anything ... although it's tempting." Her wink didn't make her comment much less frightening.
That debate aside, the rest of the questions were pretty standard inquiries into my habits and peeves. Other than Julia and Padma, I couldn't get a good sense of any of them as individuals -- they fused into one questioning, but accepting mass. Finally, one of the guys -- the one with shorter hair and earrings, not the frattish one -- stood up and leaned on the table, making the most imposing frame out of his five-foot-nine body.
"Well, I think we've heard enough." He smiled at me. "Sorry, Mike, but can you step outside for a moment while we, uh, deliberate."
I nodded and went into the living room, sealed off by sliding doors. The furniture looked vaguely modern but the room was old-fashioned -- a circle of chairs and coaches around a wide glass coffee table. Not a television in sight. I wondered if these people really sat around talking to each other as their only form of amusement. Well, I guess it wasn't just talk.
Somehow, despite all the political lectures and sexual weirdness, I found myself really hoping that the six in the other room would decide to accept me. It was partly just the cheap rent, but I found myself curiously attracted to the kind of community they promised -- hell, even the righteous anger of Julia. It always startled me when people cared so much about something seemingly so huge and implacable as our way of life. Not that I was at all sure about their commune, but ... it had a kind of indefinable allure nonetheless.
There was a big grandfather clock in the corner of the room, and as it ticked on I felt my stomach fold in on itself. What could be taking them so long? I was thinking up more elegant answers in my head to their questions, kicking myself for dragging Julia into a debate when I could have just described myself as a feminist enviro-communist and left it at that.
Finally, one of the sliding doors was pushed aside, and Padma was there, beckoning me into the room. She flfashed me an almost blindingly white smile. "We've decided to take you in."
"On a provisional basis," Julia quickly added. "You get a one month trial period, and then we vote again."
"So I guess there's a slight chance of me being thrown out on the street," I said.
Padma grabbed me by the arm. "Don't worry. It's gonna be fine"
University ended anticlimactically. I didn't even have any exams -- I just handed in a thick research paper, walked out of class, and slowly let the realization dawn on me that I was done with that chapter of my life, and done with the comforting structure of school. I couldn't quite take it in, so I just drowned it in a week of celebratory shots at the college parties, once so plentiful, that were running through my fingers like the last grains of sand on the beach.
My parents visited -- by this point they were in the habit of popping down to Toronto at any opportunity to look on the big city with rural wonder-eyes. My father tried to woo me with stories of all the great jobs back home (they had just opened up a new mini-mall), but I just repeated that I had already found a place. Any questions about my career prospects was deflected with less grace.
I ended up enlisting my parents and a couple friends to help me move into the new place. My apprehension about the whole commune thing had seemed small at first, but now it was growing. I wondered if I had actually walked into some kind of cult that would poison the joint veggie stir-fry, or if I would be expected to service the harem queen Julia in exchange for room and board. No scenario seemed too ridiculous. I spent the night before the move tossing and turning, making my sheets into strange origami patterns.
I yawned as my friend Tim's truck pulled up to the house. He checked the address. "You sure this is the place?"
"Yeah, this is the place." My parents' Ford was a block behind us, harried by the traffic.
My dad was beaming as he emerged. "Looks great! I was expecting a slum."
"Old-school," said Tim, nodding. I had met him in philosophy classes, but he was one of those kids who had really only gone in to talk about The Matrix. Nice guy, though.
My mom held the door open as all of us burly men walked in with one of my heavy boxes of possessions. I could have sworn that I didn't have half this much stuff moving out last summer. The dark-haired girl -- Delia? Danni? -- was sitting on the living room couch and was in a flurry of motion as soon as we entered.
My mom went around to meet her. "Hi there. I'm Mike's mother." I stood there watching and the rest, following my lead, stood in the stalled train of boxes.
"Dawn," said the girl. (So that was it! I tried to commit the name to memory for good this time.) She offered a hand, but didn't get up.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Make sure you take care of my boy, all right?" I flushed with a return of adolescent embarassment. "Say, do you hear something buzzing in here?"
Dawn went red for some reason. "It might be, uh, the pipes. You know how it is with old houses."
Tim nudged be in the back with my heavy box of books. I managed to get my feet moving again, and steered the box-train down the half-flight of stairs into the lower level. Padma was sitting in her room nose-deep in some Eve Sedgwick. I was stunned that she really read that stuff outside of class.
We ventured back downstairs with all the stealth of a bull run. While the others went out to grab some more boxes (okay, so I'm a bit of a pack rat) I stopped in to say hi to Dawn. After all, I wanted to at least get off on the right foot with her. Dawn was wearing a blue tank top and had a blanket strewn across her lower half.
"Hey," I said. She waved. "So what are you doing down here by yourself?"
She quickly pulled up the blanket. Underneath it was a bodice-ripper novel and her uncovered and unshaven legs. Black panties with a small bulge barely covered her unmentionables. For a moment I thought she might be trans until I noticed the lump was vibrating softly. At the time I didn't have much knowledge of sex toys, so I couldn't specifically identify it, but I got the gist from the naughty grin on her face.
"Dawn! My parents are here."
She shrugged. "Well I didn't know you guys were coming."
"So you were just sitting here half-naked with some ... buzzing ... thing in your panties? Is this what you usually do on a Sunday morning?"
Dawn didn't seem nearly as stressed out about this situation as I was. "Honestly, usually I'm more naked."
There was the creak of the front door opening again, and I hastily cast the sheet back over Dawn's lap. "Hey Mike!" yelled my dad. "Don't stick us with all the work, 'ey?"
"Right." I hurried to help them with the last of the boxes. When we were done my small room had its floor covered in a pale brown labrynth of cardboard, but I was unpacked.
Tim slapped me on the shoulder. "So, you know any good bars around here?"
"Come on," said my dad. "I'm sure Mike doesn't want us hanging around his new house embarassing him in front of his roommates."
I didn't want to admit that he was more or less right, although they weren't the ones I would be embarassed for. "Well, I mean, you can stay if you want, but I'm not sure what we would do ... hey, where's Mom?"
"Oh, I think she went upstairs to talk with that girl. I think those two really hit it off. Always nice to know that you're in good hands, eh?"
I rushed upstairs, worried about what scene of debauchery my straight-laced prarie mother might find herself in. Dawn was in the same position, sheet spread over her humming crotch, although she was starting to lose her composure. As Dawn was relating her background (city girl since birth, went to a small university, working as a freelance graphic designer), she kept breaking into inappropriate giggles. I headed in to try and salvage things.
"Uh, if you guys want something to eat, there's a nice deli place down on the corner..." I said.
Dawn suddenly broke into a low, undeniably sexual moan. Even in my stress I felt a pulse of attraction surge through me. My mom furrowed her brow. "Are you all right?"
"Mom, Dawn's, um, feeling sick. You know, it's that flu that's been going around. She should really get some bed rest." Dawn nodded, biting a quivering lip. The buzzing sound seemed louder and more rapid than before.
My apparently oblivious mother clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh dear! Of course. If you need me to, I can make some of that chicken noodle soup you always had when you were sick as a kid..."
"No, I think we're fine," I said. I extended a hand to Dawn, which she grabbed onto and let me help her up. "I'll just help Dawn here to her room..."
She leaned on my shoulder as I practically carried her up the stairs -- it didn't seem necessary until I noticed how much her legs were shaking, her hips pumping against the air. I banged my head on the low ceiling, provoking a giggle from Dawn, and then she let out a throaty gasp.
"Oh shit--" I clapped a hand over her mouth as an obvious orgasm ripped through her. Dawn struggled against my grip like a slippery snake, lost in the madness of pleasure. Even muffled through my hands her cries seemed plenty loud, and I was sure my family would be running up to investigate any minute now.
Eventually she calmed down, although she was still breathing heavily and propped up on shaky legs. I helped her the rest of the way up the stairs, and into the room she pointed me to.
Dawn's room probably could have been mistaken for that of a 13-year-old boy's. The walls were decorated with posters from rock bands and comic books, most of them scantily-clad heroines striking alluring poses. Some amalgm of lines and shapes was sketched on a whiteboard that hung over her Mac laptop. A closet door had a juvenile paper sign taped to it reading "MISTRESS DAWN'S SHIT -- KEEP OUT!" A queen-sized bed took up most of the room, and Dawn allowed me to dump her on it.
Wincing, Dawn reached down to remove the still-buzzing sex toy -- whatever it was -- from her panties. "Jeez, that thing's really tough on you after you come and you're all over-sensitive."
She looked up to me, blushing for the first time. "Sorry about that Mike. I really didn't know when you were moving in and, well, I like to play around. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, as you can see. I'm a bit of everything, really."
"Yeah, well I don't really care what weird shit you guys get up to around here, but my mother is not a part of your exhibitionist games."
There was a kind of alluring, kind of aggravating twinkle in Dawn's eyes. "You sure? For someone her age, she's pretty--"
"Please don't finish that sentence."
Dawn rolled onto her back and let out a long, contented sigh. She looked like a cat lying in a sunbeam. I turned to go back and leave the troublemaker here. "Hey Mike."
"You sure you want to go talk to your mother with that hard-on?"
I looked down to discover that I did indeed have a prominent erection tenting my jeans. It wasn't really that surprising, considering I had just been clinging to an orgasming girl who was, I had to admit, pretty easy on the eyes. Even now I had to stop myself from staring at her full, round tits rising and falling with her breasts...
"Hey, I can help you with that if you want."
I responded by storming out of the room. Dawn went into another giggling fit behind me. I tried to think of baseball, grandmothers, apple pie, the nubile girl shuddering and moaning in my arms...
This was perhaps going to be more difficult than I thought.
My arrival had fallen on Simon's day to cook, and he had gone all out, spending most of the day in the kitchen as a green apron-clad whirling dervish. I had spent most of the afternoon unpacking and shooting the shit with Padma, when we could hear ourselves over the crappy music emerging from Josh's room. I wondered how he fit into the big commune ideal. When we emerged for supper the compost in the back yard was topped with a rainbow of pepper and other vegetable husks, the grisly signs of the plant genocide that went into making Simon's vegetable lasagna. The kitchen was also a mess, but a great-smelling mess.
Padma breathed in deeply, pulling the fumes into herself. "I'm salivating over here, man."
Simon swatted her hands away from the jar. "It still has to sit for a couple minutes. You can do drinks."
The girl mewled like a starving kitten. "Mike, I'm subcontracting this out to you. Pour us some wine. Actually, ginger ale for Ellie, she doesn't drink ... and you can get yourself whatever you want, I suppose."
"Wait, why do I have to do it? It's Simon's cooking night, isn't it."
Padma gave me an exaggerated sigh of condescension. "Don't be a child." She drifted off to bask in the aroma of the lasagna.
Resigned to my fate, I poured six glasses of white wine and one of ginger ale. I had to admit, the table looked nice, with the steaming main dish in the centre surrounded by covered mystery sides. For a bunch of weird hippies, they classed up real well.
Julia, Dawn and Josh all drifted in, the first two practically salivating and the second looking like he was a kid at a boring family gathering. Simon served up his final dish, a big plate of brown rice, with a flourish of his apron. "Geez," I said. "I hope I'm not expected to do this once a week."
"You're not," said Padma. "We just thought we would have a big dinner to welcome you. That and Simon likes to show off." The show-off cook in question shrugged as he sat down to eat.
"Aren't we missing one?" I said.
"Ellie hasn't gotten back from work yet," said Simon. "I guess one of us has to have a real job."
Josh raised his hand to protest. "I have a real job!"
Dawn forked a pile of yams onto her plate while laughing sardonically. "Oh please. You're a professional work-out buddy."
"Trainer. The term is professional trainer."
I wasn't sure what I was expecting at that meeting -- more demanding interrogation, or maybe political dogma shouted in between forkfuls of falafel. But it was light and fun and somehow totally comfortable -- just friends getting together to have good food and make jokes, usually at each others' expense. And the food was excellent -- Simon managed to get flavours out of peppers I hadn't conceived of before.
Everyone was wiping their plates clean, with the exception of Josh. He was picking at his food like a fussy child, grabbing the carrots and pasta from the lasagna and leaving most of the other vegetables. He had a couple yams, but that was about it.
When he saw me inspecting his plate, he looked up with a sad smile. "You would not beleive how sick you get of vegetables living in this house. That's my one regret."
"Is it all vegetarian in here?" I said. I realized that I should have asked about this beforehand.
"Look, I'm vegan, Padma and Simon are vegetarians, deal with it," said Julia. "If you guys want to pollute your bodies with the flesh of living things, I'm not going to stop you, but be considerate of us and don't put it in communal meals, m'kay?" I felt like someone somewhere was about to splash fake blood on me.
Josh elbowed me conspiratorily. "Hey man, if you ever get cravings I have a stash of cold cuts in my room."
Any further debate was silenced by the opening of the door and the unmistakeable click-click of high heels on hardwood. A middle-aged blonde dressed in a blue suit and skirt quickly made her way to the dining room. I vaguely remembered seeing her at the earlier meeting, although she hadn't said anything in my presence. I presumed this was Ellie.
"Hey gang," she said, shucking her suit jacket off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a white blouse that looked as though it cost more than every article of clothing the rest of us were wearing combined. "Sorry I'm late, the subway got held up in the tunnel ... some snafu. Smells good! Oh hi new guy, I'm Ellen Mor-- Ellen Hutcherson. Pleased to meet you." She stuck out a hand and I, somewhat hypnotized, shook it.
"Ellie is basically the mom of the group here," said Padma. "We saved you some food, but you'd better eat it quickly before Dawn snatches it all."
"Why do I get singled out?" Dawn whined.
"Because you eat everything!"
Ellie sat down and carefully served herself up a plate of food before eating it in polite small bites, making sure not to spill anything on her clothes. I had no idea how this person fit in with the rest of the group. Was she just bankrolling them? Someone's sugar mommy? Whatever the case was, she didn't give me any clues, staying distant from the casual, almost guttural conversation around the table. At one point Dawn launched into a dirty joke involving three sisters, a frozen hot dog, and their parrot, but she only got halfway through before Simon brought out some tarts for desert and distracted us all once more.
"I'm stuffed," I said, feeling my belt suddenly too tight.
"People say that a lot around here," said Padma. Everyone laughed -- even Ellie tittered a little. I started wondering if maybe this was going to be so bad after all. The people certainly were strange, but was that such a bad thing?
People sort of dispersed after the meal, with Simon relegated to washing dishes and the rest of us going in pairs or alone to our rooms. I had finally managed to get onto the house's shaky Internet connection and spent the next few hours surfing the web, hitting up all of my usual websites and blogs and getting caught up on my Facebook feed. I started to get that hollowed-out feeling I did after too much time online, when the feeling of triviality seeped into my skin. It was sort of like the taste in your mouth after a lot of fast food, that cheap taste of regret. I thought about loading up some porn and masturbating, but I didn't feel like it.
What else could I do? What else did I do? I had been so wrapped up in the school thing, caught between abstract contemplation and the imminent catastrophes of essays and exams, that I really didn't know what to do with my time now that I had it. I knew I had to get a job, but no one was returning my calls.
I drifted out into the hallway, looking for a distraction. There was no one in sight or sound -- even Josh's room was silent. I knocked on Padma's door just to be sure, but there was no answer.
I went up the creeking stairs, and realized that this house could be very spooky empty and at night. After all, the old house with plenty of dark corridoors is a classic horror set. I half expected to find a dangling corpse when I turned into the living room.
What I found instead was Padma, stretched out on the couch with Julia's hand in between her legs, naked save for her long black socks and a bra that still clung to her right arm. My legs locked up, and I couldn't do anything but stare. Here she was, the girl I had spent so many dull classes undressing in my mind, with her clothes on the floor and her soft brown skin, like earthen clay, all exposed for me to see. I couldn't help but fixate on her peach-sized breasts, topped with hard dark nipples that glistened with saliva shine.
Julia was still fully clothed, her eyes locked on the nubile young girl spread out before her. I couldn't really see all the movements of her hand between Padma's legs, but it was definitely moving back and forth, producing gasps of pleasure from my friend.
Padma threw her head forward, eyes snapping open, on a particularly forceful thrust and saw me for the first time. "Oh, um, hi Matt."
Julia turned her head around, never stopping the thrusting motion of her fingers, but giving me a cocky grin. It seemed almost like a challenge. I had no idea what to do. It wasn't like this was ever a situation I thought I'd be in. Padma looked equally alarmed, the proverbial deer in the headlights.
I gave the coupling girls a week wave. "Uh, hi. I have to, uh, do, er, go somewhere. Bye!"
I could hear Julia's caustic laughter as I beat a hasty retreat, running as fast as I could with a hardening cock. I hadn't had such trouble controlling my dick since puberty. Then again, I hadn't randomly seen as many girls in the throws of passion since ... well, ever. I made it to my room without encountering anyone else and slammed the door shut.
Once again, my boner-suppression techniques failed me. I couldn't think of baseball scores or politicians for more than a second before my mind flashed back to the writhing, sweaty body of Padma. Somehow she seemed to get hotter every time I thought of her. Oh well. At least this time I was in a situation to deal with it.
I slid out of my pants and lay on the bed, cock pointing straight up. The grasp of my fist was familiar and I soon found myself pumping up and down in the usual steady rhythm. My spare hand ran along my balls, my thighs, occasionally up to my nipples. In my mind there was only Padma and her sweet dusky breasts, those round lips parting to issue a gasp of pleasure. Only in the fantasy it was me between her legs, thrusting into her tight passage, feeling her warmth envelop me.
I just about had a heart attack. I scrambled for a sheet to cover me, but they were all still packed, and my underpants were on the ground several feet away. In the end I ended up holding a pillow in front of my cock like a Chippendale's dancer or something.
It was Dawn who had barged into my room, and now looked to be on the verge of breaking out into hysterical laughter. "You could have knocked!" I said. I ended up shouting it, and was now aware that probably the whole house could guess what was going on.
"Nah, this was way funnier," said Dawn. "I was going to ask if you wanted to play some Halo with Josh and I, but you seem to have your hands full so..."
"Give me a minute," I said. "I need to--" I stopped in my tracks, paralyzed by Dawn's hand on my arm.
"It's good to know that even the Great Abstainer needs to rub one out once in a while," she said, a soft purr creeping into her voice. "Let me guess, you ran into Julia and Padma in flagrante whatever in the living room, right?" I nodded. "See, I knew you were a sexual being like the rest of us."
I was growing irritated with her teasing. "Do these doors lock?"
"Of course not." Dawn put her other hand on my shoulder. Two hands, ten warm earthy fingers making soft touches against my flesh. I remembered my resolve not to get involved with whatever weird sexual cult these people had going on, but that seemed so irritating and abstract to the pressing need throbbing against the pillow. "Hey, don't feel bad. We've both caught each other wanking, so what's to be ashamed about?"
I tried to respond, but my conversational facilities seemed to have died, and I just stood there with my mouth open like an idiot. Dawn trailed her hand downwards, curling around my chest hair, until she grasped hold of the pillow and gently set it aside. My dick sprang up eagerly.
"My. I thought this looked big, but I wanted to check from close up..."
"Dawn, we shouldn't--" She leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine. My lips, already open for a rebuke, let her tongue slip past into my mouth. The feeling of her young body, the swell of her curves pressing against me. I stopped talking for a while.
She pushed me back on the bed, my shaky legs offering no resistance. With a few quick, casual motions, Dawn pulled her shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts, those full half-globes mounted by big red aureolae and dusky brown nipples. Her body was voluptuous, the kind of classical curvy beauty that had (I was suddenly convinced) been unfairly discarded for twig-thin blondes. The all-over thickness was nowhere more concentrated then in her heavy, hanging breasts that swayed just a little as she strode towards me.
Dawn dropped down to a kneel suddenly and sucked my cock into her mouth. I sat straight up with surprise. There was no prelude -- she was eagerly bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, applying the sweetest of suction with her hot and talented mouth. There was a certain fine swirl of the tongue that she did as she withdrew that made me gasp out loud. Grinning, Dawn dove back down, swallowing most of my length and acquainting the underside of my cock with the rough texture of her tongue, then pulling off and doing that same move around the head. Once again, I cried out. I was, it seemed, an easy toy to play with.
With her hands Dawn ran over my thighs, stopping to cup my balls, but only shortly before moving onto other parts of my body. It was the same motions my own hand had been making moments before, but of course no matter how much of a maestro of self-pleasure I was, having this half-naked girl between my legs sucking along the side of my cock intensified the sensation incredibly.
Dawn spat onto my cockhead and rubbed the saliva up and down my shaft, lubricating it more. The motions of her hand were smooth but frantic as she jacked me off. With her other hand she scratched the underside of my balls, shifting a knuckle up towards my anal entrance. I felt as though I was going to blow any second now, spurting in the talented hands of my smug-looking but sexy housemate.
I shifted away, moving back onto my bed. Some kind of conscience, or reluctance, or desire not to flatter her by coming in her hands, made me retreat. "Dawn..."
"What's the matter? Not into ass play? That's cool, but you're missing out on a lot."
"That's not it. We ... we shouldn't be doing this." It was hard to put together coherent, much less persuasive sentences, especially when my cock was screaming mutiny at me. But I remembered that there had been a reason I didn't want to have sex with her. If only I could remember what it was.
"I am? I mean ... of course I am."
Dawn stood up and straddled my thighs. "Yeah. We should definitely be fucking." I wanted to protest further, but I would be speaking right into her chest, those heavy, full orbs dangling right in front of my face ... it wouldn't hurt to touch them, I thought. Suck on one for a little bit. After all, it was only fair after what she had done to my unmentionables. What goes around comes around.
I felt her shiver as I sucked her right breast into my mouth, or at least as much as my lips would permit. The warm flesh topped with spring sweat was like a delicacy to me, and I ran my tongue around her nipple, more stiff granite than a part of her soft swelling body, and those big veiny aureolae. Dawn hissed with appreciation at the oral attentions, and did the same when I moved to her other breast. Part of me just wanted to bury myself in the valley between her cleavage and rest there for hours, but Dawn had other plans.
My cock was brushing up against the rough denim of her pants, but she was quickly shifting, pulling the jeans down around her ankles. Of course, the two of us balanced at the edge of the bed was rather precarious, and we were soon tumbling down in a crazy twirl of body and limbs. Somehow she managed to get her remaining items of clothing off and wind up on top at the same down, pinning my arms down.
Dawn leered down at me like a lioness. Her nude body fulfilled all the promises her clothed one had made. Between her legs was a tuft of dark hair, marking the entrance of her womanhood and pointing straight at my erect cock. She drew a condom that she had in her pocket and rolled it down across my dick, raising a coy eyebrow as she did so. And then, in an almost matter-of-fact manner, she sank herself down on me.
Dawn let out a long breath as her pussy engulfed my cock, like she had been holding it until this moment. Maybe she only felt truly relaxed with a cock in her. Her cunt was warm and shockingly tight, seeming to almost mold itself to the contours of my cock. She slowly lowered herself more and more onto my shaft, each successive half-notch cranking up the pleasure in my body until I was about to burst. Finally, when our pelvises touched and I was fully inside her, I had to let it out.
I let out a long primal moan. "Aw fuck that feels good."
Dawn giggled. She was a short girl -- probably not much more than five feet -- so as our sexes entwined her head lay against my chest. "See, I told you we should be doing this."
"Dawn, from now on I'm going to do everything you say."
"Oooh, that sounds fun. I'm gonna hold you to it."
She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, squatting on my cock, and began to fuck me in earnest. Her humping motions were short but quick, and with every thrust her pussy clamped down on my cock and sent a jolt of pure ecstacy through my system. I tried to thrust back, but Dawn was firmly in the driver's seat, and enjoying every minute of it. As her hips pulsed against mine I could hear her whispering a stream of obscenities and occasionally quivering with the joy coursing through her.
She leaned back to ride me fully, sitting up on my cock. From this angle I penetrated even deeper within her, her warm and needy cunt swallowing up as much as it could. Dawn brought herself down upon me in desperate, forceful thrusts. Her heavy breasts bounced along with her ponytail, and her whole body in motion was almost hypnotizing. I lifted up a hand to grab one of those tits, then trailed it down her side to the junction between her legs.
When I strummed her clit she positively squealed. Her tight insides were rapturous, but somehow her cry of pleasure gave me a special, different kind of bliss. I continued rubbing her pearl, and she just kept bringing herself harder and harder down on my cock until she threw herself back further and let out a cry. "Oh fuck ... oh fuck, Mike, I'm gonna come..."
The view was gorgeous, looking up through the valley between her breasts to see her face pinched with pleasure. She let out a loud "FUCK!" grinding back and forth around my hardness as she quite visibly came. That was it. All of my hesitancy and passivity was gone, and I was a pure animal, one of two in that bed rutting barbarically.
I threw myself forward, pinning Dawn against the edge of my bed. The expression on her face was a mixture of shock and elation as her orgasm was still coursing through her. I pressed her legs back until they were almost over her head and just started madly thrusting inside her. I was addicted to the steaming feel of her cunt, and nothing was going to stop me from having it. Dawn certainly didn't seem to be in the mood to do so, grabbing my back and encouraging me to fuck her harder. And I did so.
My orgasm came on me suddenly, and then I was spurting into the condom, my frenzy replaced by pure elation. I thrust weakly into Dawn a few more times, her body seeming like just a balled-up pile of warm flesh beneath me, and fell back. Dawn promptly rolled forward into a sitting position, looking like she had just woken up from a good dream.
"Damn," she said. "Who'd have thought you had a good lay in you after all, Mikey?"
"What, you don't like Mikey?"
"It's just..." I felt a kind of post-orgasmic guilt I hadn't had since adolescent masturbation, or at the latest spurting prematurely against a teenage girlfriend. "I mean, I don't know if we should."
She crawled back up to where I was laying, my head against the pillow, and put a shushing finger over my mouth. "Shh. We can talk about it in the morning. Right now, get some sleep."
And so I did. Maybe I was just exhausted, or maybe I really was getting in the habit of doing whatever she said -- that seemed like an easy way to drift. But the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Dawn putting her clothes back on, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her like a dog's tail wagging.
I was woken in the middle of the night by a press of warmth by my side, interrupting a dream about a house like this but with a labrynth in the basement full of cackling witches in station wagons. Once my senses began to slowly return, I wondered if Dawn had come back for another round. The arm across my chest felt different from hers ... leaner and harder, somehow more masculine.
I forced my eyes open and saw Simon laying beside me, looking at me with a bemused expression. He had climbed into my bed naked from the waist up, with a set of pyjama bottoms his only apparel.
"Jesus," I said. "Nobody here has any concept of personal space."
"You seem to have enjoyed that earlier," said Simon.
I realized that I was still nude, having been too tired out by the athletics with Dawn to throw on a pair of boxers before vanishing into sleep. I rushed for sheets, but of course I still hadn't unpacked them yet. So I ended up turning over to try and hide my dick, which really only made things worse.
Simon giggled. "It's okay. It's just a cock, man." He ran his hand along my back, tracing my spine from my shoulderblades all the way down to...
"Simon," I said not moving. "I don't want this to come out wrong but ... I'm not gay."
"Well, neither am I," he said, petting my ass. His touch brought up guilty flares under my skin. I didn't feel repulsed, just kind of anxious -- the pit in my stomach was nerves, not nausea.
I rolled over to face him, deciding that he had already seen my cock by now, and at this rate so would everyone else in the house. "I mean, I don't like men. I'm flattered, really, but..."
His warm fist closed abruptly around my soft cock. "It's just a handjob, Mike. Don't overcomplicate things. Everything's gonna be alright." His voice was soft and somehow convincing.
I wanted to say something, to pull away like I knew I should -- like I had always pictured myself doing in this circumstance -- but I didn't move. There was something entrancing about the slow tug of his hand, molding my cock like clay into a harder shape. In a way I was shocked when I began to feel myself haraden in his hands, but the soft caress of his gentle fingers was a genuinely good feeling, as much as it sent that kind of dark panicked guilt, that of the pubescent classroom erection, to my head.
Simon ran his hand along my shoulders and my sides, as though he was appraising me for auction. He muttered something unintelligible but positive-sounding under his breath. My legs were shaking. My cock was as stiff as a steel bar.
He smiled softly and began stroking faster and more forcefully. My cock, still slick with Dawn's juices, let his hand glide along smoothly. Simon seemed like he knew all the things I did on my own -- stopping at the head to tug it with just a few fingers, running his thumb along the foreskin to spread my precum around, alternating between tight and loose grip -- and was repeating it to me. Girls never did those things. Despite myself, jolts of unadulterated pleasure were shooting through me. It felt ... fun. Not wrong or weird, just fun.
I looked at Simon, my eyes travelling down from his exhilarated grin to his hard chest, the supple muscles pulsing with a kind of feline strength. It was a body I thought I could get used to, and certainly wasn't repulsed by. Of course, that may just have been because his hand was picking up speed on my cock, now rubbing it up and down with a determined goal.
I was on the edge, and shocked to find myself there. It felt vaguely uncomfortable to be in this position with another man and so turned on, but my cock was unconflicted, and at the moment it was the tyrannical ruler of my body and mind. I felt my orgasm amassing at the base of my dick, and knew that at this point it was unstoppable.
"Simon..." I said, testing out the unfamiliar name on my lips. "I'm about to..."
He nodded and shifted in a little. He took a long, slow lick of my nipple, a glimpse of wet heaven that made me realize why girls liked it so much when I did it to them. And then I was jerking and spurting in his hand, a soft cry escaping from my body. The first jet of cum hit Simon's chest, and the others stained my sheets.
Simon kissed me on the lips. "See, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He scooped up the cum that had landed on his chest and licked it off his fingers. "Tasty. I swear, with mister-manly-hetero Josh being the only guy around, I haven't been with a man in a while."
I opened my mouth to protest that I too was "mister-manly-hetero", but I thought it would sound hollow at the moment.
He rolled out of bed. I could see that his pants were tented, but he made no more advances. "Good night, Mike. See you in the morning."
And I fell back asleep, vaguely wondering if this had all been a dream.
In the morning, I was at first disoriented, finding myself in a strange bedroom with a too-low ceiling staring down at me. It took me a moment to remember the move, and a moment more to remember last night's activities. They were still behind the nocturnal haze in my mind, but they were real -- the wet and sticky spots on my bed testified to that.
I slid a t-shirt on and staggered out to the downstairs washroom, only to find it occupied, the sound of a shower running. My head was heavy and I felt completely unable to face anyone right now, but my bladder insistently needed emptying. So I trudged upstairs. I tried to be stealthy, but the creak of the floorboards ruined any attempt at that.
On the ground floor, half of the house -- Simon, Julia, Padma and Dawn -- were sitting around eating breakfast, meditating over bowls of cereal or frozen waffles. When I came into view, they all turned to me and smiled, like creepy children in a horror movie.
"What?" I said.
"You know," said Padma. "Everyone comes in here saying they don't want any part of our weird free love stuff. And everyone changes their mind eventually."
"But you," said Julia. "I think you backtracked so quickly you broke the sound barrier."
I flushed with embarassment, but in their laughter -- and even my embarassment -- was a kind of acceptance. And I was beginning to think that maybe my initial repulsion to their ideas was unfair. After all, last night had been many things, but the foremost among them was pleasurable.
"It's just like I told you," said Padma. "You're going to fit right in."
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