Chapter 28: Ellie

I was dumbstruck. The newest ‘adult’ in our community offered herself to me, partly at the behest of her mother. She was exactly my type, like Ally – my wife: flawless and gorgeous. I actually pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.

Further, I was sure my young neighbor could see exactly what she’d done to me. I tried to think of what to say to Ellie Winter after her explicit offer of nonstop sex for the night, and found the start of a hundred questions, but not the end. I wondered whether I’d started to drool. She was that beautiful, young, and nubile.

Finally, I was able to mumble something out through my surprise and slight embarrassment, “I thought you were sixteen?”

Ellie nodded. “I know that I look younger than I am. I perpetuate that image, too, by how I dress and fix my hair. My classmates want to be older, but I’m the opposite. I get a little more attention, teachers cut me a little slack because they think I’m taking their class as an AP subject, and I fit in with more of the cliques at school. I get different attention from mom and dad, too.”

I found my voice, “I’m still ... really? And you want to be with me?” I gestured at others wandering around our patio or standing in small groups.

She nodded, “I’ve watched you with about every woman here. You’re so solicitous, and I can tell that you eat pussy like a champ. I’ve only had one boyfriend that would do that, and you seem to like it.”

“I do,” I blurted out before my filters slammed into place. “Won’t your current boyfriend help you out?”

“I don’t have a current boyfriend. I’m hoping that you’ll take on that role though you’re married to multiple women. I know from talking with her that Stacy won’t mind, and she told me that Ally and KC are cool with it. Plus, I’m hoping for some orgasms from you orally and from our lovemaking – tonight and for a long time after. As for your ‘wives’, I can give as good as I get, although I barely have any experience with other girls.”

I did my eyeroll thing. I’d have to think about being someone’s ‘boyfriend’ – whatever that meant these days. Another thought flashed across my mind, “What do you mean you watched me with the other women?”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Mom and dad would come over to the sex parties and think that I didn’t figure out what was going on after your dinners, especially after she got her slut on. I’d wait until after dinner, when night got on the dark side, and then stroll over and peek around the back of whichever house was hosting the sex party. Everybody was so busy fucking that no one ever noticed me or if they did, no one said anything.”

“How many times did you do that?”

“A lot. I’ve probably watched at least twenty or thirty of them, maybe more. I’ve come to party whenever I got horny and wanted some visual stimulation. I haven’t had a boyfriend that I had sex with since before my dad freaked out about mom fucking everybody in her little gangbang. I’d known about the parties and what was going on for a long time by then. I’d still come over to get some inspiration after they dropped out of the group, unless it was raining or cold, and you were indoors. When I started, I sought confirmation to my speculation about what was going on, and after that I was only a lusty voyeur. I’d masturbate as I watched you. Seven months; maybe a little longer – sometimes both Friday and Saturday nights. You guys were so horny and active with each other. I want to belong, too.”

“How’d you know about Nicky’s gangbang? Did she tell you?”

Ellie laughed, “No. I got pretty daring after the first few times that I perved out on you. I actually would sneak into the house to watch various couples or find places where I could watch something interesting going on – especially you. You’d have the lights mostly off, so I could move around unobserved much of the time. I’d often dress in black or strip naked so that I’d blend in or was just the shadow of another swinger moving around the area. I happened to be there the night she pulled that train. I was so jealous that I almost joined in, and then dad fell apart. I was down the hall when he started to watch her. I wanted to help when I saw him breakdown, but then as I tried to decide what to do, your wife arrived. I hurried away home and made myself scarce in my room.”

“Were you shocked at what you saw? At your mother?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve seen similar at school parties and participated, not in a gangbang. Mom had already told me that she was shedding her ‘good girl’ image and told me to ask her about anything I saw that bothered me. We had started talking about ‘balance between her ‘extremes’ when things went south with dad. I’m not privy to it all, but they have been going to counseling of some kind about twice a week.

“Mom and I opened up the communication channels between us after that sorry night. I confessed to her about my voyeuristic visits to your sex parties, and she shared with me her feelings about her life and then about how she hoped I’d turn out. I told her about wanting to attend and about the sex parties that I’d already been at.”

“You’d already been to sex parties? You’re kidding, right?”

“Not kidding. A classmate’s parents would be away for a week or two, and that would be where the next sex party would be. I’m not a virgin, but I found the boys weren’t too mature or eager to please the girls, versus getting their rocks off, so I didn’t always go to them. I guess I’ve been to maybe twenty since I started high school. I recall there was one when I was in junior high, but that was my first and I was too shocked to do much at that one, so I watched everyone.”

“And you think that qualifies you to be here tonight?”

“In part. I want to be with adults rather than boys. Odd, since I try to look younger, I know. Anyway, I want to be with you. Please, please, please.”

After a few seconds, I held my arms out and Ellie plastered her elfin body against me and we hugged. I looked down at her and we kissed. This one was definitely her doing as far as inspiration. I hoped this was a good thing to be doing. I felt slightly guilty, but then her mother had sent her over to the party knowing what was likely to happen throughout the evening.

Ellie glued herself at my side. I made sure that she knew everybody. She knew the neighbors, but hadn’t met the add-ons, some from her mother’s attempts to shed her ‘good girl’ image. Ellie seemed to know about Rick and Clark but hadn’t met them.

I shifted gears to focus on Nicky. I asked Ellie, “How is the ‘good girl’ doing.”