Chapter 13: Saturday Club

It had been three weeks since the barbeque and the weather had turned.

“We don’t see enough of you,”

Marissa said stroking Molly’s face as they cuddled in the Den with Matt and Dan.

“Marissa is missing Jackie and trying to compensate,”

Matt said.

“You are right of course my love but seeing more of these two would be good compensation.”

Matt tapped sexy messages on her legs in agreement. Marissa, feeling a little needy today, was stretched out across the laps of the other three. Her eyes sparkled as Molly started to massage her breasts and Matt moved her legs apart. She looked up at Dan, who caressed her head and neck. An idea was forming in her mind, probably a very sexy one and he knew her well enough to see it. It would come out later but first Dan slipped two fingers into her mouth and Matt slipped two into her pussy. Both her nipples were under Molly’s hands. Marissa did her best to make them wet to share her pleasure with them because she loved them. Later while Molly and Dan licked the juices from her body and shared them with her and with one another she explained the idea.

“You are away at school all the time and this is good because you need to learn. However there is much you do not learn at school and you could learn here.”

Molly knew this was true. She had learned more from Marissa in a couple of months than any single teacher at school in years. She licked Marissa’s lips for encouragement and went back to stroking her so she could explain.

“You could bring some part of school here and make everything better. Just a few people you can trust, who will be naked of course, and maybe have a lot of sex. You are young after all but when the sex is done, the learning will be better.”

Matt had come in and was listening.

“A Saturday afternoon club. Starting with your lunch in the park friends.”

Molly had been decrying the loss of lunch in the park earlier. This would be a little compensation for that. Perhaps more than a little.

“Luke and Angela. Phil and Billy and us.”

“You’ll need more for balance,”

Matt said.

“Billy and Phil, quite apart from being wild ones, are family. Pick two more couples. At least one from Phil and Billy’s group. You should be there as mentors and run it initially but be prepared to step back eventually.”

“Take Matt’s advice,”

Marissa said.

“He is the best at this. We will stay in the background with support and maybe some little lecture now and again.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,”

Molly said, tapping,

“Love, thanks,”

on Marissa’s right breast.

“I agree,”

Dan said,

“It will work if we go slowly and don’t impose on you too much. We should have the first few on the front porch until it gets cold. By then everyone will know one another and the house rules well enough to move in here.”

“They will be naked though, even if they never come in and just sit on the porch,”

Marissa said, with determination, and they all agreed.

“Now I have something to show you in the kitchen,”

Matt said.

They crowded around the seat where the little house computer occupied the nook under the overhang of the stairs. Dan sat in the seat and Matt gave the instructions. They began with unlocking the folding screen mechanism with the hidden finger print scanner.

“I have given you both access to a lot more than you had before and now you’ll need the expanded device mode to make use of it.”

The small dim retro looking device that was nothing much more than a kitchen recipe book and door bell, as far as they new, folded out and transformed before their eyes. Dan’s eyes widened at the archives that were now accessible. Those recipes were a curated fraction of a massive set spanning what looked like every cuisine in the world. He jumped through the navigation tree and picked cameras. He’d recently been trying to understand Mike’s camera tech.

“How many do you have?” he asked as the large high resolution screen filled with information.

“Around a hundred,” Matt said.

“You’ve got a hundred cameras covering the house?”

“The house and the garden. Yes.”

“And it looks like you’ve got two months of footage, rolling, for all of them.”

Dan had learned a bit from Mike it seemed. Matt was impressed.

“Everything we’ve done here in the last two months is recorded?”

Molly asked. It didn’t concern her, rather she seemed excited.

“Can I create a highlights reel to remember it by?”

Marissa smiled. She took over and showed them how. There was music, thousands of tracks, an entire library of books and films, modelling and projection compute services that looked similar to the ones on the school system. it was incredible for a house computer and Matt assured them, there was more.

“You are still a man of mystery,”

Molly said, and kissed him.

“Thank you for trusting us with this.”

So the Sexy Saturday Study club was born. Dan and Molly invited the legendary Patrick and Ella Briar and Phil and Billy invited Karl and Ella Hoff.

Those first meetings on the front porch were quiet and studious despite the nudity. Partner swapping was the order of the day in that your study partner changed each time. Dan and Molly made all those arrangements at first giving them careful thought. It didn’t take long however for relationships to form. Billy was already a step ahead with Ella Hoff which was ideal because she was still nervous to the point of skittishness about nudity in front of others. Phil and Karl was much more difficult at first. They really had little in common except sex. He tended to work and study while she cuddled him. Once things heated up sexually they were fine. Luke and Molly got on from the start. Angela adored Dan and certainly wasn’t the jealous type. That swap was easy and occurred early on, Molly sitting in Luke’s lap and putting him inside her while down on the lawn Angela dance fucked with Dan. Patrick and Ella B had been together and exclusive for a long time so swapping or sharing, as they called it, wasn’t easy and they had to build up trust and relationships. They were always shameless with one another in front of everyone even when things got wet and sticky. On the last day they were out on the porch, when it was already pretty chilly, Patrick kneeled on the seat at the South end and Ella took his cock, put it carefully into Molly’s pussy as she faced him and watched with fascination from below what she had experienced so many times. She kept her eyes on the action above her, spread her pretty legs in a V and never looked or asked who it was who entered her. Ella Hoff guided Karl’s cock into her and several orgasms later. Ella B opened her eyes, blinking away the fuck sauce that had rained down on her face from Patrick and Molly’s fuck and took his soft cock in her mouth. After that great success they swapped freely for work and play. Phil became more social and of course all of the girls enjoyed Billy in small doses. It was especially funny when he got to ‘study’ with his sister. He’d spend as much of his time studying her as the topic. He’d always try to argue or ingratiate his way inside her and he’d usually succeed.

After that they moved indoors subject to a security review of their tabs by Matt of course. He found numerous holes and issues and Patrick had to share Phil’s for the first session in the Den as Matt said it would take several hours work to secure his tab. The upside was Phil and Patrick developed an understanding and before the year end Billy would get his wish of a foursome with Phil, Patrick and Ella B who he correctly described as, ‘such a peach’.

From the first all the girls had cuddled happily with one another. Their complex web of relationships and desires flowed and shifted over time from Phil and Ella B’s occasional intensity which went as far as wrestling matches on the floor ending in franticly sucking squirt and piss from one another’s pussies, to Ella Hoff and Angela who danced and kissed frequently in a steady growing friendship. Over time intimacy became easier and they learned to express their deep desires. They would be talking about currency exchange or something funny that had happened at school and Angela would look wistfully at Ella B and say,

“You are so sweet and beautiful. I want to pleasure you.”

They would rearrange themselves and Ella would open her legs and welcome Angela’s face between them while they all went back to the discussion.

Dan’s slow burning powers of seduction helped Ella Hoff to climb a little further out of her nervous trap along with the growing strength of her bond with Karl and an unexpected shared sense of the absurd with Angela. No one could not enjoy making out with Molly and when Ella no longer remembered whether it was Dan behind her or Karl she let go and was able to squirt into the palm of Molly’s hand. The tiny nod of acceptance for the finger of that hand offered to her mouth however caused her to blush far more than the fuck. Once she’d taken it into her mouth, sharing the juice with Molly was easy.

Luke called Phil his little sister and helped her play to her exhibitionist streak. He understood that from Angela, who loved to be watched. Phil liked to be held up in the air or fucked upside down or in some crazy half carry position on one leg, just for variety.

On the way to and from these high points of sex, a lot was learned by everyone. With access to the Power’s archive and resources plugging the gaps in their education the Saturday Club members thrived.

Marissa taught them psychology, sexual psychology in particular, with a side of radical hotnesty. They talked about their kinks and desires, which was easy for Billy and hard for Ella H. So hard that she cried and Angela and Karl held her between them and encouraged her to express herself. They rocked and comforted her as she wailed and pissed all over them like a baby before falling asleep. They made sure that when she woke up that she understood that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Dan, Angela and Karl cleaned the piss from her lower body with their tongues and she was able, at last, to verbalise her desire to cum in Dan’s mouth. Minutes later Karl held her as she did and wailed out her love for them all. It bound them together as much as the shared ritual and Billy’s awful puns and innuendos.

Molly asked Matt about the odd looking semi translucent section of wall in the den that led to a corner of the house she’d never been into.

“Is that a door?”

“Yes, the door to our office. It’s a very special door. Only two were ever made as demonstration prototypes, by a genius Polish inventor, and installed on public buildings. Both those buildings were blown up in false flag terrorism events and Mr Oglinski died poor and unknown.”

“But you have one of his doors in your house?”

“Yes,”

Matt said.

“Both the prototypes were dug out of the rubble at great expense and the parts from each used to repair the other. So this is in some ways, both doors.”

“It’s a strange looking door. Did you know Mr Oglinski?”

“No. I never met him but maybe Greg did, I’m not sure. You could put that door on a space station and it would work just as well if it was fitted right. It’s like a super space efficient airlock, developed from the old concept of a revolving door. A remarkable thing that we decided should not be lost.”

Molly got up and ran her hand over the warm surface with it’s clouded glass appearance. There was eventually a beep and a message was projected, foggy but just readable near where a handle might have been on an ordinary door.

“Zakaz wstępu.”

“It says you’re not allowed in,”

Matt said.

“Next time you and Dan are hear on your own, ask me about it and I’ll tell the Oglinski door about your handprint.”

Luke expressed a desire to learn a manual musical instrument. He’d spent a good bit of his time at the Power house deep in the music archive. The following Saturday a beautiful base clarinet, cradled within a heavy metal case was sat on the coffee table. Matt ignored all requests to explain its presence beyond saying that it would be there, every week, for as long as Luke played it until it became part of him forever or moved on to find a new lover. It was slow and painful learning indeed with only a few hours, at best, every week but he persisted with encouragement from the group.