Chapter 16: Birthday Party

I left the house to go and pick-up Holly to bring her to my party. Well, it was my party and Lauren’s and Misty’s. I’d be thirty-one. Lauren was turning twenty. Misty was a little bit older than I was. I guessed thirty-two. She wasn’t counting, she said. We all had birthdays in the coming week – on weekdays, and nobody could hold a big party on a weekday, I was told. Thus, we were doing it the Saturday before.

I was nervous about being with my date. Except for Wendy and Tracy, she was by far the prettiest girl I’d ever known about. I’d actually seen Holly several times since I’d asked her to be my ‘date’, and I also discovered that she’d had four lunches with Wendy. Four! What could they possibly have talked about for four lunches. I felt exposed. I was assured by Wendy that they didn’t talk about work and that narrowed things down to either me or the potential party atmosphere or both.

Holly answered the door with a welcoming smile and handed me a medium-size box wrapped in colorful paper. She said, “Happy Birthday, but you can’t open it until later.” She giggled and then kissed me on the cheek. The kiss lingered and after she stopped it continued to burn. Wow! She mumbled to herself, “Oh, this is so exciting.” I didn’t think the party was going to have that kind of excitement but what did I know.

We arrived back at my house just before five o’clock. The place was a buzz of activity. Both sets of neighbors were already there giving themselves tours of the house. That was fine. We were prepared for and encouraged that. I gave Holly a tour, explaining about the many renovations we wanted to do to the house. She was interested in everything and mostly held onto my arm as we walked around. She often pressed her clad breast against my bicep and I liked that. I think she did, too.

Wendy and Holly hugged and greeted each other like long-lost relatives. What amazed me more was that Wendy actually wore the top to her bikini. Of course, it was nearly transparent. The whole bathing suit was. Everyone could see her areolas and nipples through the thin material. Tracy, Alice, Lauren, and Misty were similarly dressed, I discovered when I found each of them.

Holly removed her button blouse and Bermuda shorts, and, OMG, she was also wearing a see-through bathing suit. I didn’t make a big thing about it, but my eyes sure did that ‘SPRONG’ thing that cartoon characters do where their eyes pop out of their heads on springs. Holly was built like the proverbial brick outhouse. She had shapely legs, perfect hips, a narrow waist, that flared upwards to her magnificent breasts that were damn perfect. She had a face that belonged in Hollywood movies. I was in trouble and very aroused by her.

Holly kind of hung on my arm again as we got drinks and went to mix socially with others. I got the feeling that she really liked me. Eventually, she asked, “A little birdie told me that you have somewhat serious relationships with five women. Is that true? Who are they?”

I carefully explained that I do not have ‘exclusive’ or ‘possessive’ relationships with anybody. I have ‘open’ relationships with several women, and I’m ready for more if we have good chemistry. I tried to duck the ‘who’ question.

Holly looked around the patio, “Well, we met Alice, and I know she’s one just from the look she gave you. Wendy and Tracy are two more, and I think Lauren, and that school principal Misty is the other, right? Are there more?” Damn, she was well-informed. I admitted to the relationships without giving any details. Holly was looking around identifying each of them.

I knew some of what Wendy had revealed about me to Holly at that point. I smiled and admitted, “So, far that’s been enough. I try to please all of them. I can’t make anybody happy. They have to do that for themselves. I can respond to their needs, wishes, and passions to aid that process, and I do try.”

“Oh, that’s so profound. You’re right. We have to make our own happiness based on how we see things.” Holly hugged me to her side, pushing one of her recently barely clad breasts against my bare arm. Damn, I could even feel her aroused nipple against my bicep. She then said, “I might apply for one of your vacant positions, just so you know.” She squeezed my arm, and that pushed her breast into me harder and made it bulge. Sigh! How was I supposed to walk around with a hard-on.

I wondered what her statement meant. I figured that I’d find out eventually. I discounted that she wanted a serious relationship with me. Who on earth would want to become the sixth woman in some nerd’s harem? Besides, I knew she was engaged, and I had pledged to myself to honor her status. She wore a rock on her ring finger, too.

As I sized up the others at the party, I realized that we had a pretty risqué event going on in my back yard. All of the women were dressed provocatively, even my older next-door neighbors that I really didn’t know well at all. I made a point to talk to Bob Grace at one point; he lived in the house just to my north. Holly was right with me but turned and talked to Misty.

I said, “I’m amazed at the mode of dress for so many of the women, even Nicole (his wife).” I really meant all of the women.

Bob said, “Well, we got the word that it was to be a risqué party, so I even got Nicole to get the sexiest bathing suit she’s ever had. I am quite happy with everyone’s selections, actually.” He gestured around the patio and pool. He paused and said, “You know, you and your friends have been a great inspiration to the two of us, and I think Rick and Sandy Meadows on your other side. We’ve all watched some of your sex parties and been inspired.”

I made a choking sound and gawked at him, “You’ve watched us – have sex?!!?” I felt sick to my stomach suddenly.

“Heck, yes. At least a dozen times. It inspired us so much that we started having threesomes with Ken over there. Nicole loves both of us, and I think that she loves all of you – certainly vicariously as we watch. You especially are an inspiration to the two of us older men. We’ve even snuck over to our property line to get a closer look. One night we had sex standing there while you all did what you did.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed. We’d never say anything to anybody, and you are all a sexy lot. I’m hoping that as we get to know each other better that maybe we should all join forces. I think the Meadows are up for something like that, too. Rick said something to me to indicate that he and Sandy have also been voyeurs.”

We got interrupted by Wendy loudly announcing to everyone that we were going to open some of gifts so everybody could see what the three of us got.

I was elected to go first. I’d been intrigued with the box that Holly gave me, so I picked that first. Inside was a butterfly vibrator and a hard-cover book entitled ‘Come As You Are,’ by noted sex therapist Emily Nagoski. The book was supposed to answer all those questions about every aspect of sex that you never thought to ask. The butterfly vibrator and its accompanying remote control were meant to be worn by one of my intimate friends while I controlled the vibrations of the device against her love button. Holly and the rest of the women simultaneously volunteered to be my first subject, as gales of laughter pealed around the patio.

Lauren opened the next present – a meaty looking vibrator with nine different settings so you could have the ‘perfect’ orgasm. Scott looked especially embarrassed. Justin Coates, her date for the event, made the device work at high speed and ran it around her body, pausing when he got to mid-thigh and then laughing as he turned it off. She blushed.

Misty was blindfolded and then stood while her present was carried out onto the patio. It had been assembled by somebody inside the house – a sex swing. She had to feel various parts of it, and then guess what it was. It took her several minutes amid lots of laughter and people yelling out crude hints, and then she blushed up the color of a Santa suit and whipped off her blindfold. She exclaimed, “Oh, I can hardly wait!” Cole, her date, blushed more than she did as she dragged his hand to have him beside her while a picture was taken.

There were other vibrators, colorful condoms, overnight kits, several Plan B’s, and several other sex books that we opened in a rotating fashion. I noted one in particular entitled ‘The Ethical Slut’. I heard that was a great book to read for those in open relationships.

We then had dinner. No one cooked. The dinner was catered and was an impressive buffet. The girls had bought two new picnic tables to add to the ancient one that had come with the house. There would have been seats for everybody, but some people preferred to stand, eat, and talk. We’d also acquired an eight-foot-long bar that people were standing or seated at.

Dusk arrived quickly after sunset and the patio became festive when little white holiday lights that had been strung around the place were turned on. There wasn’t much light, but enough to see clearly what was going on.

Holly sat beside me. She said, “This is a great party. I like everyone one of your friends and neighbors. I hope you have me back over and over. Oh, and another thing, I want to take you to dinner next week, and I WILL wear the butterfly and have you can control it all evening.” She gave me a very seductive look. She added, “Of course, you’ll have to fit it to my lower body before we go out, but I hope by then you’ll be more familiar with every little part of all that geography.”

My head jerked around to look at her and I got a surge of blood into my cock. She’d basically just told me that she wanted me to make her orgasm with the little butterfly toy, but only after I’d learned about various nooks and crannies. My nerd-like tendencies returned; I said, “Really?”

Holly kissed me on the lips, “Duh! Yes. If we don’t make love tonight, I want you soon. That said, I have a feeling about tonight.” She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Wow, she kissed nice.

I was speechless. I looked over the people at my table. The atmosphere was vibrant ... And sexual. I noted that Lauren had been wearing her black bathing suit with the straps that supposedly covered her breasts, only the straps were proving to be useless again and had gotten slack and kind of fallen to the side as she sat. She was fundamentally topless and enjoying her conversation with Bob and Nicole – my neighbors. Ken, their friend and lover, was sitting next to Lauren, often putting his arm around her upper body that showed all that lovely skin. I saw the two kiss a few times, too. Ken was warming up Lauren to be a hot sexy piece for him.

Further down the table, Alice was sitting snugged up against Rick Meadows, my other neighbor. They were also kissing occasionally, and she was acting cute and feeding him some of the tidbits of the meal with her fingers. Then, I realized as I watched what was really going on. Alice would surreptitiously dip her fingers into her vagina and coat them with her juices. She’d offer them to him to smell and to taste. The two were trying to be coy, but I think the others knew what was going on.

Alice’s date, Steve Dunham, was nibbling on her ear lobe from her other side and rubbing one breast with a hand. The two men were obviously trying to turn her on for some nefarious purpose. I could see her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her bathing suit.

At the far end of my table, Misty and her date Cole Whyte had finished dinner and were making out. He blatantly held one of her breasts in a provocative way, and I could tell she liked it.

Close by at the next table, Scott had been taken under the wing of Sandy Meadows, and was similarly positioned. She held one of his hands to her breast, and I noted that her bathing suit bra had been pulled up slightly so he could cup her complete breast. She was shapely, too. What surprised me was that Anna, his date, was right in the mix with Scott and Sandy, feeling her other breast and kissing her neck.

Tracy was standing nearby with Stone, her date, making out. She’d gotten rid of her bikini bra, and I knew that would establish a trend since Lauren was unintentionally flaunting her beautiful tits. I watched as Wendy walked by the couple, pulled Stone into a hot orally-intense kiss as her date, Wes, put Tracy into a similar lip lock. God, they were so sexy. I hoped they didn’t change as they got older.

A loud voice from the patio near the deep end of the pool announced, “Only skinny-dipping is allowed in the pool from now on.” Garth and his date Taylor were standing nude and waving at everyone. He was hung and she looked like Aphrodite. They then each dove into the pool and swam the length before turning back. Taylor was a shapely young woman. I surmised from the crowd that we didn’t know any unattractive looking men or women.

I also noted that the nudity barrier had been broken by Garth and Taylor. She had a dark bushy beaver that showed to all of us when she unabashedly floated by all of us on her back. She, too, was aroused by the cool pool water and whatever else was going on.

I turned to Holly to say some inane comment about the nudity only to find that she’d removed her bathing suit bra. It wasn’t doing much anyway. Holly said, “I love to have them sucked on.” She thrust her chest out in my direction.