Chapter 22

I sat there with my empty plates for quite a long time, while I thought about this encounter. I’d met Pam only once for probably no more than a couple of minutes and somehow I got on her radar as a willing participant in group sex. How the hell did she come to that conclusion, knowing nothing about me? Was that a warning sign, that she was so impulsive?

Yet Vicky, who seemed older, more mature, bought into this idea with very little discussion. Maybe they just trusted their instincts. I was mostly committed now. I could still back out gracefully later, I suppose, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. There is something quite provocative about being in a group of strangers and having multiple willing sexual options in front of you. Like those fantasies teenagers always had about being like Hugh Hefner, living in the Playboy mansion surrounded by a bevy of beautiful, naked women.

Well, it might not turn out that way tonight. Neither Vicky nor Pam had gone into any detail about the types of people I was likely to meet there. They could all be middle-aged and overweight for all I knew. Still, the two of them were in good shape, pretty good looking, and clearly in a mood to fuck around. Even if they were the only two worth screwing, that alone might make it worthwhile.

I finally got up, bussed my tray, and headed back to the dorm. I had a few hours yet before I had to show up.

When I opened the door Larry shouted, “Carter, you almost missed it. Monster party at the Delta Phi’s place tonight. Gonna be epic. You need to get out and loosen up, Carter, c’mon with me.”

I told him no, I had somewhere I had to be, he argued that whatever it was it couldn’t compare to what he offered, and I again declined.

“Okay, your loss, don’t say I didn’t think of you when you finally hear the wild stories about what you missed.”

I lay on my bed and read until it got close to time. I sniffed my armpit and decided that even though I’d showered, the shirt should go in the wash pile. I found something to replace it. I wasn’t sure about the protocol in place tonight, so I put a couple of extra condoms in my pocket.

I grabbed my jacket and headed over to the grub hub a little before nine. As I approached I could spy the two of them sitting on the low stone wall by the entrance.

“Oh, so he didn’t bail after all, Vick. Must be more adventurous than we thought.”

“Ye of little faith,” she said. “I knew he’d show. You ready to get your eyes opened, Carter?”

“My father warned me that things like this could happen at college. I was hoping he was right. Let’s go.”

As we walked, Vicky peppered me with questions about Drew’s Place, though I hadn’t even told her the name. I edited my remarks by only describing the various rooms and their contents, and some of the people I’d met, inserting fake names. She seemed to be quite curious about the place, seeing how it differed from her experiences.

“I dunno, Carter, sounds like it’s not real, a fantasy, like you made it up.”

“How would I prove it? How would you prove to someone you’d just met that the place we’re about to go tonight existed and all the things you described and participated in actually happened? You can’t, unless you take them there. Or maybe you have pictures? I’m betting that would be a no-no.”

“Of course no pictures. Okay, give me some details about one of your encounters there, what did you do, who did you do it to, like that.”

“Yeah, sounds like you just want to hear the dirty details about my sex life.”

“Well, maybe, not saying yes or no, but I still need to hear some proof. Or something close to it, anyway.”

“Okay, but I’ll expect some reciprocity in return.” Though I changed the names, I told her about Cecile and her fantasies, about meeting Grant, the jerk with the big dick with whom she had her first threesome, and how that fell apart in the end, and how I wound up doing her ass.

“Whaddya think, Pam?” she asked. “Did that have enough detail to pass as truth?”

“Yeah, probably. So how big was this guy again?”

I held out my hands a certain distance apart.

“Jeez, I don’t think I could ... No, no way, that’d hurt.”

“Save the rest of the story for later, Carter, we’re here.”

I hadn’t really paid attention, and I didn’t know this part of the city well. It was mostly residential, older brick single-family homes, well-maintained, a typical middle-class neighborhood.

Up the steps she led us and rang the bell. Light shone through the curtained pane in the door, but you couldn’t really see inside till the door opened.

“Vicky! I was hoping we’d see you tonight. Come in. And Pam, too! And you brought a guest. Hello, I’m Clayton.”

He held out his hand and I shook it. He was, thank God, still fully dressed. Nudity’s fine, but it should progress in stages, in my opinion.

“I’m Tom, and yes, they were kind enough to invite me.”

“Come in, then.” He closed the door behind us, turning the deadbolt.

He turned toward me again. “And did they explain the rules to you, Tom?”

“The one that was hammered in was, lips closed once I leave. Strictly anonymous.”

“That’s the most important one, yes. Also that partners should agree on who participates and who does what to whom. The word ‘no’ is important, so make sure everyone’s on board with what’s going to happen. Another is no hooking up outside of this place. Once you leave here, everyone is a stranger. By entering you agree that it’s okay to do what you want with others, provided they agree fully. The same applies to them and what they do to you.

“We’re not into any kind of rough sex here, at all, so if that’s your thing, you’ll have to find somewhere else to do it. Do you agree with everything I said just now?”

“I do.”

“Then welcome. There’s a place you can change downstairs, that’s where most of the action happens. Upstairs, second floor, is off limits, that’s where we live. There’s a bathroom downstairs, and one on this floor, just off the kitchen. Have fun. Vick and Pam will show you the way downstairs.”

He moved off toward, I assumed, the kitchen. Pam said, “This is his place, he and his live-in girlfriend. He’s a lawyer, as is the girlfriend, Annie.”

“So they do this every day after work? That’s quite a schedule.”

“Oh, no, it’s usually just the weekends, and not every weekend at that, ‘cause sometimes he’s away. It’s confusing, but there’s a phone number we call where we can find out the get-together schedule, an answering machine where we can leave a message that we’re planning to come. But it’s not a requirement. You can just show up if it’s a scheduled day.”

We started moving toward the back of the house. I asked Vicky, “How did you find this place if it’s so far under the radar? It’s not like it’s gonna be listed in the city’s scenic attractions brochure.”

“Well, I was well into the first semester and getting stressed from studying. I didn’t really know anybody on campus that I thought I might want to hook up with, so I fell back on the old standby, bar hopping, seeing who might try to pick me up that I might be attracted to.

“There were a lot of guys I wouldn’t trust to even water my plants if I were away. I was about to give up when I started talking with this guy who was a little older, pretty good looking, not too intense.

“I don’t recall how he worked the conversation around to it, but he said he knew this place where people could go to work off their frustrations, provided I was open-minded and willing. You had to be invited, but he was a member and was willing to take me as his guest, no strings, I could leave whenever I wanted.

“I had to think about it for awhile and decide if I was getting any weird vibes while he listened to the band, but eventually I decided that I’d had no luck up till then, so it was worth a try and if I didn’t like it, I could leave. I didn’t. Leave, that is. It was fun and just what I needed. I got invited to come back whenever I wanted.”

“And the guy who invited you, Vicky? Did he hit on you once you got here?”

“No, not the first time. He hooked up with someone else he knew and I had to make my own connections. But you know how it is, new girl, everyone wants to meet you. At least till you’re a known entity.”

She moved to a doorway in the back. “Watch your step, the stairs are steep.”

At the bottom we were in a brightly lit hallway. Against one wall was a bench, against the opposite was a grid of cubby holes about a foot square, some of which contained shoes and clothing.

“Everything goes on on the other side of that wall. There’s a couple of rooms with mattresses and so on. We strip here and once we’re inside, well, you’ll see.” She was already unbuttoning her shirt, kicking off her shoes.

Okay, now or never, I guess. I untied my shoes and slipped them off, and my pants followed. Pam, I was surprised to see, already had her bra off and was tugging at her belt. I tried not to stare, which took all my willpower.

My shirt was off and I dropped my shorts. I stuffed them in the cubby with my pants. When I turned around, Pam was naked, and Vicky was pushing her panties down, stepping out of them. I couldn’t not look, since I was already facing them.

Vicky turned to put the last of her clothes in her cubby and I had to admire her butt, round and firm looking. She had smallish tits, but with prominent nipples.

Pam was standing, her hands on her hips, waiting for us slowpokes. Her ass was a little softer with a jiggle in it, and her boobs were full but small. She had a tuft of hair on her pubes, but Vicky was shaved bare.

“You ready, Carter? Into the fray?”

I nodded, though still not quite sure about this.

“Oh, by the way, you’ll find jars of condoms and lube scattered throughout the rooms. Clayton told me once that he did some legal work for a company that makes them, and they were so happy with it that they ship him a few gross anytime he asks. Here we go.”

I followed her and Pam around the corner. Mattresses everywhere, with little paths between them. There were a few easy chairs scattered around. It was like walking into a porn studio, mattresses occupied by twosomes and threesomes in every sex position you could imagine. I did a rough count, and there were close to a dozen people in this room alone.

“Pam!” someone called, “You’re here. I was hoping you would be.”

Someone else called out for Vicky to join them. She did a ‘one minute’ gesture with a finger and took me by the hand.

“I might as well show you the other room while we’re at it. Oh, here’s the bathroom, this door here, the other room is ... here.”

Through another opening there was a smaller room, also looking like a mattress store, provided your local mattress store has a MILF being DP’d by two fairly fit guys while she urges them to do it “Harder! Harder!” Another mattress had a woman who looked to be in her forties but fit riding a guy in his thirties, who waved and called out, “Vicky! Save some for me.”

“You’ve got your own fan club,” I commented.

“Yeah, you don’t even have to be that good looking, provided you’re college age. It works right in to a lot of guys’ fantasies. Naturally we’re popular. Neither of us will be lonely tonight.”

“All of them seem to be occupied at the moment, though.”

“Sometimes the timing works out that way. It’s still early, more people will probably show up later. Okay, you’ve seen ‘bout all there is to see. I got paged by Tony on the way in, so I’ll probably join his aggregation for a while. Have fun.” She walked back into the other room, leaving Pam and me.

“And you’ve got fans too, I heard,” I said to her.

“Yeah, like Vick said, if you’re young and reasonably good looking, you’re popular. Except Charlie, the guy who hollered at me, can be a bit aggressive at times. I’m not always in the mood for that, so maybe I’ll make him wait. You see any groups you’d like to join?”

“I can’t say that I looked closely at any of them. I’m maybe still a little shell-shocked.”

“First time jitters. I had ‘em, too. Once you get to know people, it doesn’t seem so strange. Why don’t we hang out here for a while, be lookie-loos, till we decide what to do. There’s no hurry.”