“What does the E stand for anyway?”
“Erotic Mayberry.”
It had a nice ring to it. Erotic Mayberry. I imagined my parents asking me where I lived.
“Oh, Mom, just a little neighborhood called Erotic Mayberry.”
“Really? How are the schools around there?”
“Nonexistent. We don’t believe in children.”
That would go over well.
Bastian led me through a gate and past a large pool in the shape of a kidney and a Jacuzzi that was almost the same size as the pool. I could hear the music playing all the way from where I stood. At Last by Etta James. I’d always loved that song.
We hadn’t reached the door before we were greeted by a woman with a high squeal.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. “Who on earth is this beautiful lady?”
She ran over to us, wrapped her arms around Bastian and kissed him loudly on the cheek. Then, before I could defend myself, she did the same to me. She was a little older than us but her positivity was infectious. She was the happiest fucking person I’d ever seen in my life and I remember thinking if this was what Erotic Mayberry does to a person, I’m all in.
“Sunshine,” Bastian said. “Meet Rosie, our resident cougar and the happiest lady on earth.”
“Oh stop it, Sebastian,” she said with a little slap on his arm. “But seriously, come see me if you ever need an attitude boost. If I can’t give you an orgasm myself, I’ll make sure you have one before you leave my house.”
Oh my God. Is she for real? Did she just say she might give me an orgasm herself?
Rosie walked away to join a man at the door.
Bastian looked at me and I could see he was checking to see if I was okay after Rosie’s comment. I felt like my jaw was on the floor so I scooped it up and shot a sideways glance at my man.
“She’s a lesbian?”
“We don’t really use those terms here,” he said. “Pleasure is pleasure.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, holding my hand up to stop him.
Being a part of the adult film industry, I’d seen and had even been in scenes with gay stars. I’d done the lesbian scenes and some were very erotic. I’d been with two men who’d done some stuff without me. But I’d never had a relationship with a bi-sexual person.
“Are you saying you find pleasure with another man?” I asked.
I needed clarification. How erotic was this Mayberry? Bastian laughed under his breath.
“No. That’s not my kink.”
“You like pussy,” I said, just to make sure.
“To put it bluntly, yes, I like pussy.”
I was satisfied with his answer. Then he leaned over close to my ear and whispered, “I like yours best of all.”
He had me at pussy.
From there, we entered the party. Where most of my boyfriends in the past didn’t even understand the importance of holding a girl’s hand, Bastian took it a step further and linked his arm through mine. He wanted people to know I was his and that made me smile.
We entered to find people everywhere, most holding martini glasses, some smoking cigarettes or cigars while others stood around and gossiped. No one was dressed in formal attire but I wouldn’t quite call it casual wear either. It was all tight dresses and slacks with dress shirts, no ties. My dress fit in perfectly.
Everyone was attractive in his or her own way. People of all shapes, sizes, and colors mingled happily. It was a stress-free atmosphere. Hardy laughter filled the air and I caught the tail end of jokes coming from different areas of the room. Patsy Cline sang Crazy softly in the background, not loud enough to interrupt any of the conversations but not so low that the evening’s soundtrack ever fell silent.
Somehow everything seemed…perfect. It was almost like a party organizer was called in for the event even though Bastian assured me this was a typical Saturday night for them. He held me close and whispered that we’d move around the room and meet everyone, then there’d be dinner, then some dancing if anyone was up to it, and eventually people might make their way out into the pool.
I couldn’t imagine any of the pretty people, with their freshly done hair and pressed clothes ditching it all for bikinis and trunks.
“And then, while I was riding him,” some woman off to my left cried out through constant laughter, “Chuck took me from behind. But we were all so fucking drunk that we fell over onto the floor and fell asleep that way. We were too out of it to finish.”
The woman had short black hair, almost boyish, with a sexy face. Her lips were full and her eyes were big and brown.
“True story. I was on top and suddenly I was on the floor.”
The man who must’ve been Chuck howled with laughter. He turned to look back at Bastian and me and looked confused for a second. I saw that he was quite attractive. He was an older gentleman, probably mid-fifties, and he had a strong, square jaw with sandy blond hair. He looked like he’d stepped out of a whiskey ad.
“Well hello,” he said as he held his hand out to me.
“Um hi,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it.
I expected only that but then he pulled softly on my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles.
“Chuck,” Bastian said. “This is Sunshine.”
“First night?” the girl with the short hair asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well I’m Kai and you’re gonna love it here.”
“Kai?” I asked.
“With an I,” she replied. “Short for Kaileen.”
“And ain’t she quite the plaything,” a man to her left said as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder.
She turned and gave him a nice, full kiss on the lips.
“This handsome fella is Michael. He’s my…”
She seemed to be looking up at Bastian who stood slightly behind me. At that point she stuttered a bit and then seemed to change whatever it was she planned to say. I’m not stupid. Something was up.
“…my…my…fella,” she finished.
I looked back at Bastian who flashed me a smile.
“Come on,” he said. “We have so many people to meet.”
As he led me away someone brought me a glass of red wine. I accepted it and took a big gulp. I was feeling nervous and I didn’t want to. Everyone seemed to be having such a great time and spirits were so good that I felt guilty for my concern.
Bastian did his best to point everyone out to me. I shook hands with so many people and waved to twice as many from afar. Names went in one ear and out the other.
Olga, a beautiful Russian blonde had a man named Randy’s mouth buried in her neck.
A woman named Renee sat on a foot stool and recited erotic poetry that seemed to be her own. I was thoroughly impressed when she learned my name and incorporated it into her poem.
“Sunshine rises only to be set back on her haunches with his face buried in her snatch.”
It was raunchy and sexy and I have to admit it turned me on seeing a girl named Nichole off to her left, running her thumb over the crease in her panties, with one leg up on the couch arm, not giving a damn that everyone could see what she was doing.
“And that’s Trish,” I remember Bastian saying as another girl with long, straight black hair ran her finger around Nichole’s ear.
The names continued to come at me, one right after the other, but I couldn’t quite soak them all up.
Two women had shot glasses stuck between their big boobs and their men were dipping down to retrieve the glasses with their hands clasped behind their backs. A crowd of onlookers cheered them on.
“I’m next!” another girl yelled as she pulled down her top, revealing big beautiful tits, fully exposed. They were obviously fake but amazing. Some guy next to her, I think his name was Wilson or Willy or something with a W took her tits in his hands and pushed them together while the woman’s friend placed the shot glass between them.
“I got this one!” a woman announced as she dipped down and took the shot
glass in her lips, tilted her head back, and swigged down the amber liquid. The women locked lips and I caught sight of tongues getting involved.
So many people were in this place, probably well over a hundred, and all seemed so excited to see a new face. I remembered what Bastian said earlier about this being a swinger neighborhood and I wondered if they were all thinking of me naked. That got me wondering if any of them recognized me from my films. I hoped not. I wanted to start over on a clean slate even if it was a sex-crazed community’s slate. I didn’t want to be the adult film star anymore. I wanted to have sex on my terms.
“You must be the important lady in Sebastian’s life,” a woman said as she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
“Sunshine,” Bastian said, “This is Addie and she’s the neighborhood doctor.”
Addie stuck her arm through mine and led me away from Bastian.
“Neighborhood doctor?” I asked her. “Why would the neighborhood need a doctor?”
“The same as any other neighborhood.”
“But this is just a community, right? I mean it’s not a town. Why the need for a doctor?”
“You don’t know much about us do you?”
By us, I figured she meant the residents of the community, but the word “us” seemed sinister for some reason, like I’d stumbled into a coven of witches or had accidentally converted to an odd religion led by a deranged cult leader.
I shook my head.
“Don’t worry. You’ll understand soon.”
“Bring her to the table!” a redhead yelled at Addie.
“Now, Leeana,” she replied. “I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.”
Before I could make my mind up for myself, I was tugged in the opposite direction of where most of the party was headed. Bastian pulled me in close to him.
“This is the start of the festivities,” he told me. “If you go in there with the others, you might find it…well, intense. I know that you love sex. And I know you are a very passionate person. But this might be a little too fast for you.”
“Fast?” I asked.
The fact that he was talking about sex actually lightened my mood. All the secrecy had me worried. I’d been concerned that maybe I’d be asked to help sacrifice a goat or something or to do a naked dance in a fiery circle while drizzling chicken blood all over my bare tits. That I wouldn’t do. Sexual stuff? That I would definitely do. The question was, could he handle seeing me do it.
I wondered what exactly could be going on in the other room that he thought I couldn’t handle. This was a swinger neighborhood. Would it be an all-out orgy or a bunch of drunken neighbors playing spin the bottle? How intense did he mean?
A sexy, big breasted black woman was about to walk past me when she stopped and stared at my neckline. I thought she was checking out my tits when she said, “You didn’t give her a necklace?”
“Jackie,” Bastian said. “I’m working my way up to that. It’s her first night.”
“Can I take her with me?” Jackie asked.
Bastian looked at me with raised eyebrows, his silent way of asking me if I was comfortable going into the other room. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Babe? Your call,” he said.
“How bad can it be, right?” I asked.
“Yeah. How bad?” he replied.
“Forget him,” Jackie said. “Come with me. You are going to fucking love this.”
Jackie led me into the dining room and over to a super long oval table with ladies already sitting around it. She pulled me over to two empty chairs side by side and we sat. There were no men in the room, just women.
“You’re gonna love this,” Jackie said. “I promise.”
“Here! Here!” a girl yelled as she held something yellow in her hand and swung it around over her head like a helicopter propeller. “I’m ready!”
“That’s Peggy,” Jackie whispered. “She has a strange fire fetish. Almost burned her house down during sex…twice. Did you know she’s no longer allowed to have matches or a lighter?”
I laughed.
“Bam!” another woman yelled as she slammed a pair of red panties down onto the empty plate in front of her.
“And that’s Allison. They say she gives the best head in the whole neighborhood. So if Bastian ever mentions going to see Allison, you know what’s goin’ down.”
Somehow I’d ended up right next to the town gossip. Jackie knew everything about everyone. She was exactly what I needed in a neighborhood that seemed so full of secrets.
Another pair of red panties hit a plate, shaking the silverware next to it with a clanging sound.
“Boys, Mama’s waiting,” the owner sang.
“Dara holds the neighborhood record for the most sexual partners in one day. Twenty-two.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “Are you serious?”
She scrunched up her mouth and nodded. “The slut beats me every year. I got to eighteen and thought I really had a shot.”
“Ladies,” a beautiful woman with long, wavy blonde hair said as she took a seat at the head of the table.
She rang a bell.
“Start your engines,” she added.
“That’s Kendall,” Jackie informed me. “She runs shit around here. She’s the leader of the welcoming committee.”
Jackie suddenly reached under the table, wiggled her ass back and forth a bit, then pulled off a pair of purple underwear and set them down on her plate.
“Shit’s about to get real,” she said.
“Ohhh I so need this right now,” an excited voice said from the seat on the other side of me.
Jackie leaned over to me again and whispered, “That one’s Patricia. She takes pills to control her orgasms. This guy Adam fucked her so good he jumpstarted some syndrome called PGAD. Stands for…shit I don’t remember but it means she’s always aroused and always ready to come.”
That does not sound like a problem. I’ll gladly trade places with her on that one.
I looked over at the woman and couldn’t believe it. She looked like she was about to have an orgasm sitting right there at the table.
Unbelievable. If I were her I might purposely forget to take my meds from time to time.
“Aren’t you going to take yours off?” Patricia asked as she tapped a finger against the yellow thong on her plate.
I looked at Jackie.
“Should I?”
“Trust me, you want to.”
I reached under the table and pulled off my panties. I put them on my plate like the rest of the ladies. The dinner table looked like a rainbow of multicolored underwear, my pink pair adding the finishing touch.
The cool air nipped at my pussy and I felt oddly exposed. I’d been naked in front of people so many times before but this was different. I tucked my dress under my ass so my bare skin wouldn’t be resting on the seat.
“Now this,” Jackie said.
She reached down to the bottom of the chair and unfolded a bar from each side that created two foot rests, like those found at the front of a wheelchair. She had stirrups built into her seat. I watched as she set her feet down on the pedals and leaned back a little so that her pussy was open and ready. Ready for what, I didn’t yet know. When I didn’t move, Jackie rolled her eyes.
“Do what I’m doing. Put your feet in the stirrups.”
I hesitated but then reached down, prepared my pedals, and set my feet down in the stirrups. The drinks I’d consumed earlier were now in full effect and I felt a rush of pure excitement. I was scared but eager at the same time.
“Now lift your dress and cover yourself with the table cloth.”
I hiked my dress up under my ass and felt the cool air nip at my clit. Seeing the other women around me sitting the same way made me hornier than I’d ever been before. It seemed so taboo. So unreal.
“You ready?” Jackie asked.
I nodded and said, “I think so.”
“Then hold on tight…and make all the noise you want
, baby girl.”
The lights went out, thrusting us into pitch black darkness. A few women giggled and men laughed.
“Here I come,” a deep voice sang.
“Woohoo!” a woman hollered.
“Big bad wolf’s gonna eat ya!”
“Yes please!”
Back and forth came the cadence of male and female voices, all pleasant threats and eager welcomes. Excitement filled the air. Then came lots of bumps and jostling around. It seemed to be coming from under the table. The men had made their way down by our feet and were fumbling around somewhere in the center of all the women with their legs wide open.
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