Chapter 1

Initially, I’d thought that it was a silly suggestion by my SOL friend, Dave. But the more that I thought about it, the more that the tingling between my legs convinced me that it was in fact a very good idea: going commando as I mingled with Jake and Rachel’s pretty young friends.

I stood in front of my wardrobe thinking about what skirt to wear. A tight one would be safest, but keen eyes might spot the fact that there was no visible panty line at all. No, something a bit more flowing was needed. The just-above-the-knee A-line floral skirt that I chose in the end wasn’t the safest by any means. I think maybe that’s why it called out to me: that little frisson of risk adding to the thrill of my pussy being all bare. I’d need to be careful about not bending over, or being followed up the stairs, but that was nothing new.

I stood in front of the mirror, twirling so that the skirt rose. The breeze that it caused felt fabulous on the skin of my vulva, my bush freshly trimmed short for the occasion. I paired it with a white T-shirt, tight enough to show off my enhanced C-cups, and with a V-neck to show a little cleavage with a half-cup bra.

Most of Rachel’s friends were in the back garden, chatting in the sun. I went out on the pretext of collecting empty tins and bottles, and the breeze on my pussy felt quite lovely. Then I saw Rachel’s cheerleader friend Allie. She was dressed in a short pleated white kilt that showed off her wonderfully long legs to perfection. And she had a tight pink T-shirt with some kind of sports bra that made you look twice before you were convinced that her perky little B-cup breasts weren’t unrestrained under it. I’ve never had much in the way of lesbian tendencies, but if anyone could tap into what I did have, it was the gorgeous Allie. A sudden gust of wind made the back of Allie’s skirt lift just a little and my clit perked up, both at the lovely sight and the waft of fresh air that ‘tickled my fancy’, as Dave had so nicely put it.

It was clear that Jake’s buddies weren’t aware that Rachel and her crew had arrived, or they’d have been down here like flies on ... attractive female flies. That little jolt of arousal had whetted my appetite though, and there was a young man that I thought might help in that department. His name was Peter, but for a while, I’d thought of him simply as the ‘cute one’, until Jake finally had the decency to introduce us properly.

I guessed that they might all be up in Jake’s room, so I headed indoors. I checked around before climbing the stairs, I’m sure I did. But as I neared the top, the voice I heard calling from below nearly made my heart stop, “Mrs. Bloom, could you come down here for a second, please?”

I turned around and it was, of course, Mr. Cutie himself, smiling up at me. Far, far too late, I pressed the material of the skirt against my body. Had he seen? Of course, he’d seen - his eyes were almost out on stalks. There had been something in his tone of voice that I’d never noticed with him before: a confidence and authority that made my already throbby vagina clench. Before I knew what I was doing, I began to descend the stairs. As I got closer, I saw that there was an unmistakable bulge in his pants. Oh fuck, what had I done?!

He held out a hand to me and I meekly took it.

“Come with me,” he said, not unkindly, but with the same insistence and steel as before.

I allowed him to lead me back out into the backyard and over to the group of Rachel’s friends. It became clear that he was heading toward Allie, and again the muscles in my pussy tightened as I tried frantically to work out what he was up to.

“Mrs. Bloom has something that she wants to show you,” he said to her, “in the pool house.” I began to panic as everyone’s attention started to turn to us, but I couldn’t make a scene - that would only make things worse!

“It’s nothing really...” I said as lightly as I could. “It’ll only take a minute.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as they began to resume their interrupted conversations, while Allie managed to look both intrigued and mildly irritated at the same time. As she led the way towards the pool house I heard her mutter under her breath, “This had better be worth it.”

She went in first, scanned the room briefly, and then turned around and crossed her arms under her darling little pert breasts.

“Well?” she said testily. “What’s so interesting that you had to drag me away from my friends?”

“I thought that you’d like to see this,” Peter replied, and he moved close behind me. Very close. So close that I could feel something hard pressing between my butt cheeks. Then his arms came around me and his fingertips brushed my thighs as he took hold of the hem of my skirt.

“Please don’t do this, Peter,” I begged. But I was trembling with excitement at what he was about to do. I also didn’t do anything to stop him from doing it.

Any impatience had gone from Allie’s face and suddenly she was paying very close attention to Peter’s fingers as they agonizingly slowly raised my skirt. I could tell by the size of her eyes when my pussy came into view, that and the way she began to lick her lips.

“Well, well, well, Mrs. Bloom, you seem to have forgotten to put on your panties this morning,” she said with a wicked grin on her face as she stared blatantly between my legs.

All this time Peter had been pressing his erection into the crease between my buttocks. That, and the way her eyes were boring into me, was making my pussy pulsate madly, and I could feel myself lubricating quite freely. “I didn’t ... I wasn’t...” I blabbered uncontrollably. “It wasn’t my idea,” I blurted, and then immediately regretted it.

“Oh, really,” she said archly as she walked slowly towards me. “Someone else told you not to wear panties, did they?” she continued, chuckling. “And you did it. How interesting...”

She got closer, much closer, so close that our breasts were touching. I could feel her tiny, hard nipples pressing into my boobs and I could smell her breath - it smelled very sweet.

“And who is this man, or woman, who can make such intimate suggestions to you?” she asked, gazing into my eyes. I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight; my mind just couldn’t cope.

“A friend,” I said finally. “A man, or at least I think he’s a man.” Now I’d begun to speak, I didn’t seem to be able to stop. “At first I thought that he was a woman, but then he said he wasn’t. I guess he is...” I trailed off.

Allie giggled, a very cute giggle that did nothing to help with the juices building up inside me. “So this man, on the internet I assume...?” she asked, and I nodded, “ ... told you not to wear any underwear, so you didn’t, is that right?” I couldn’t speak and just nodded, my head lowered in shame.

I felt her fingertips on my inner thigh and I summoned all of my reserves of self-control and motherly authority, “Allie do not do that,” I told her firmly.

“Oh, I think it’s too late for that,” she replied softly and, at the same moment that her fingers brushed my vulva, she kissed me. It was such a tender kiss, and her lips were so warm and soft and pliant, that it was a few seconds before my brain registered that her finger had dipped inside my vagina, found all the wetness there, and she was smearing it all over my lips and clit hood.

I pulled my head back. “Allie!” I cried. “Stop.” And then I realized that Peter was no longer pressed up against me, and I tried to turn my head to see where he was.

“Don’t worry about him, worry about me, Mrs. Bloom.”

Dear God, she had her finger in my vagina and she was still calling me Mrs. Bloom. “N-n-nancy,” I stuttered as my whole body shuddered when her finger pressed right over my clit. “Please call me--”

“Of course, I’ll call you N-n-nancy, if that’s what you want,” she said, giggling again.

Then I felt it. Something roundish and very smooth and quite, quite warm, pressing between my upper thighs.