An Interesting Development, Act 01

An Interesting Development

By

Jennifer Smith-Jones

Act I

A Bit Of Misdirection, A Hint Of Subversion

And,

Jeanie's Challenge

"The Book Club is in a rut, and we have to make some changes," said the club president, Sandy Oldstein. "Suggestions?"

Jeanie Marks was surprised to hear Sandy say that, especially since Sandy was still quivering in the afterglow of her third orgasm of the evening. She had even fountained all over Elise's face and chest, drenching the both of them! Elise hadn't even had a chance to dry her face and body! But Sandy was the boss.

She wanted ideas? Jeanie had one for her that she knew Sandy would reject immediately. The problem was that it was an idea Sandy needed. But she didn't know she needed it. Worse, she thought she didn't need it. Jeanie had been wondering how she would manage bringing in what Sandy needed for a year. Sandy would only immediately shoot her idea down if she proposed it straight out.

But then she had another thought: I'll present her with an idea she'll hate even more. Then maybe the second one won't seem so bad? Worth a shot! She also knew none of the other ladies would offer an idea; they were all in awe of Sandy. She was, too. Well, she wasn't just in awe of Sandy. The truth is, Jeanie loved Sandy with all her heart. The kind of love where you want the one you love to be happy, even if it isn't with you. Also, Jeanie was grateful to Sandy for coming up with their little book club idea.

But she wasn't afraid to speak her mind to Sandy, either. Maybe because she was 40, and all the rest were still in their mid-20's-30's. Sandy was only 27, herself.

Okay, she thought. Let's lead with the one she will hate! Jeanie raised her hand and said,

"Perhaps a change in club leadership, Sandy? You've been at the helm since you started the club. Why not let someone else take over?"

"You scheming little bitch!" Sandy said. "I'm in charge here. I say what goes. Don't you ever make such a suggestion again, Jeanie!"

Okay, then, time for the big one! Jeanie said, "Thennnn... maybe we could let a man join the club?"

"For God's sake, Jeanie," Sandy said, "That would defeat the whole purpose of the club! If we let some guy in here, he will just be hitting on all of us. And some of us don't want a man in the club just on general principles. You remember there is a reason we created a "lesbian book club," don't you?"

"Sandy, not all men are assholes. We can find a good one, I'm certain. And no one would make you do anything with him if you don't want to."

"And some of us want a guy hitting on them!" Elise Martel, my BFF, said. The group had a nice laugh at that. "There's seven of us in the club, and four of us are bi."

"Besides that, Sandy," Jeanie said, "We know you like to see a woman get fucked by a man, even if you don't care for men. Imagine watching us all submit to being tied down on our backs, spread-eagled, helpless to resist." Jeanie knew she was planting the vision in Sandy's mind.

"You know how you love to see a woman willingly submit to being tied up. You've had orgasms at least three times, just watching a porno where the actress, naked, holds her hands up to be tied, handcuffed, or otherwise restrained."

She continued to develop the vision in Sandy's mind by saying, "And our man comes along and plows each of us into the mattress." Jeanie saw Sandy's breath catch in her throat, and her pupils widen.

"And he's staring into our eyes, daring us to look away as we're helplessly plundered by a genuine alpha male. Plunging in and out of us, relentlessly bringing us to orgasm, after helpless orgasm. Maybe he even has his hands around our neck, in a fake choke hold, but driving our bodies even further into unstoppable paroxysms whether we want them or not..."

"I... do love to watch a woman submit to being tied down..." Sandy's hand began a slow movement towards her clit. It was true, Sandy loved the beginning of a BDSM flick when the woman, naked, voluntarily holds her hands out to be tied. That act of submission just drove her over the Moon.

Jeanie knew she had Sandy's imagination engaged. She knew Sandy was seeing this play out in her mind's eye. She continued filling Sandy's mind with her fantasy, "And then, he makes his way through all of us! We can only watch and wait for our turn as he makes his way down the line. Watching, waiting our turn, growing more and more wet for him. You could even be going down on the next girl in line, eating her pussy, to better help us prepare for him. Imagine watching him fuck us, you right beside, pleasuring the next woman, both of you taking us for your own pleasure!

That almost did it. Sandy was furiously rubbing her clit, now, her breathing becoming more and more irregular. Jeanie continued to fuel the fantasy. "Just endless, tied-up missionary pounding, having to look into his eyes the entire time, as his cock relentlessly pounds in and out of our pussies, each of us crying, screaming, begging for the release we know we can't fight. And you get to watch, you can even work with him, beside him, watching it all! The two of you making us come again, and again. And then after we're reduced to a whimpering puddle, he pulls out and sprays his se -"

"All right, all right!" Sandy said, throwing her unoccupied hand up. The other ladies could see she was breathing faster, while she continued rubbing her clit. "But Jeanie, you had better find a nice guy. If you bring in some egotistical jock that won't respect us or our boundaries and we have to throw him out, later? I'll throw you out, too.

Jeanie gasped in surprise. She hadn't expected that!

Sandy said, "I love you, Jeanie. It would break my heart to have to do it. But I can't let one member bring the club down. So don't doubt that if I have to throw him out, I will throw you out with him."

So those were the terms. If it worked, ok. If it didn't work, Jeanie would also be banned from the club. It would kill her to be thrown out of the club. But if Sandy was ever going to be truly happy, Jeanie knew she had to risk her possible expulsion. Well, that only makes my little project all the more thrilling. No risk, no reward. How can I expect Sandy to take this seriously if I'm not willing to risk everything?

"Ok," Jeanie said. "But if you do like him-"

"Not likely," Sandy said.

"I know, I know, we all know! No men for you. What I mean by "like him" is if you find him to be nice, friendly, someone you can have a conversation with, then... at the end of the night, you have to give him a naked, full-body hug. It has to last for one full minute, and I mean full frontal-body contact, both of you entirely naked, where you will feel his cock pressing on your body. And you have to kiss him on the cheek. You don't have to do anything else. But you have to do that. And it'll be entirely up to you whether you feel that way or not. You'll be the sole judge."

It was a clever bit of manipulation. Jeanie had put Sandy in the position of the submissive woman in her own mind's fantasy. Which is where Jeanie knew Sandy wanted to be, whether she admitted it to herself or not.

It was a few moments before Sandy replied, while she furiously masturbated to the images running through her mind. She had a minor orgasm, caught her breath, and said, "Well, I don't think I'll like him, and I know I won't feel any desire to give him that hug and kiss."

"So you can't lose, can you?" Jeanie said. "Do you accept the challenge?"

"Yes. Will you accept your consequences if it doesn't go your way?"

"Yes. Challenge accepted!" Jeanie said. It's been a while since I was so thrilled by a challenge! "And I know just where to meet nice guys."

"At a bar?" one of the other girls asked.

"No. The grocery store."

"WHAT?" the entire group of women asked at once.

"Think about it, ladies. If you go to a bar, you're in a de facto defensive state because guys will be hitting on you. You only see them the way they want to present themselves. At a grocery store, you can watch a guy, follow him around a bit, and see what he's like. You'll see him as he really is, not putting his best face forward to get a woman. And if you like him enough based on what you have seen, you arrange a meeting."

"How do you do that at a grocery store?" Sandy demanded.

"Oh, my young sweet love, I have my ways," she said. "Now, give your hand a rest, baby, and let me have a taste of your clit!" She knelt before Sandy and used her lips to toy with Sandy's labia.

"Jeanie!" Sandy gasped. Jeanie brought her mouth to Sandy's engorged clit and began licking and suckling her most sensitive place. "AH! Jeeeeaanieee! This isn't fair! You... you know... you know you always get what you want when you do this... "

***

Two weeks later:

Dave Wilson was 26, and his business had taken off better than he had ever expected or hoped. He owned a small landscaping company in San Antonio, Texas, and had decided to open a branch in Bourne, Texas. To manage the start-up, he had moved to Bourne, arriving at his leased home this morning, and began unpacking. He had spent the day unloading all his stuff, returning the rental truck, and realized he was starving. He was walking through the local grocery store gathering supplies for the next couple of days when someone ran into his basket with their basket. He turned from the display of hot cereals, ready to begin apologizing, because for most of his life, if he ran into something or someone, it was usually his fault due to his broad shoulders. He wasn't particularly tall, at 5'-10", but his stocky frame was wide to the point he could barely clasp his hands together behind his back like most people can.

He had just begun to open his mouth when he saw who he had hit, and his words choked in his throat. It was a beautiful woman, probably in her early-to-mid-40's. She was nicely dressed and had a dynamite figure. Lovely full hips, D-cup breasts, modest amounts of makeup, wearing hip-hugger denim jeans. Sexy, but not over the top. Her one concession to putting her figure on display was her blouse: a simple, tight-fitting, yellow knit pullover with a plunging scoop front that revealed a lovely pair of breasts that looked like they were fighting with each other for more room. She had long, straight black hair about midway down her back, and a lovely tan complexion. As if all of that weren't enough, she had an additional very striking feature: over her right temple, a lock of her hair was pure white. It extended the full length of her hair, midway down her back. Pale blue eyes, luscious lips, and high cheekbones completed her appearance. She was looking at him with open admiration, giving him the full billion-Watt smile that she knew drove men and women crazy.

As had always happened to Dave, anytime he was in the presence of a pretty woman, his brain shut down. He stood staring, not saying anything, a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.

"Oh, goodness!" Jeanie leapt into the conversation immediately, placing one hand over her heart and reaching out to put her other hand on his arm. "Would you just look how clumsy I am? I didn't see you there, my love! I was looking at the other side of the aisle. Can you possibly forgive me? Hey! I've never seen you here before! I'm Jeanie Marks! What's your name?"

"Uh... Dave," I said.

She held her hand out to shake hands with Dave, and when he did, she took his hand in both of hers and never let go. After a few moments of silence, she said,

"Dave? Are you one of those guys who find it difficult to talk to women?"

"Oh, God, yes," I said. "But I'll get over it. After I've gotten to know you better."

"How long does that take?"

"Generally, about three or four years. Then I'll be able to really open up and talk to you."

"Well, Dave," she said in a sing-song voice, "I was hoping we could move our relationship forward a little faster than that! Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"How can that possibly be? You're gorgeous, my love! Look, there's three women on this aisle checking you out right now!" Dave looked, and he did see three women looking at him. Two hurriedly look away, blushing. The third smiled at him, then looked away.

"You see?" Jeanie said? "You could probably go talk to her and get her phone number right now!"

"I'm pretty sure she had a wedding ring, too."

"You're a really sweet guy! I don't think she'd have a problem with that."

"I would."

"So, you don't hit on married women. And you just moved here, right? You must have since I've never seen you before, and I know I'd remember those shoulders!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

BINGO, Jeanie thought. He's a genuinely nice guy. And oh my God, that shyness is adorable! I want to drag him out to the loading dock and fuck his brains out behind the dumpster right now! Easy, girl, you're on a mission. If this works out, you'll get all of him you want, even if you can't keep him. Focus on the mission! But oh, how she would enjoy bringing him into the club!

"Ugh! Dave! Here it is we've just met, and you're making me do all the work in our relationship! Do you ever speak in more than two syllables?"

"Yes."

She started to roll her eyes, then did a double-take, then realized...

"Dave! Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?"

"I tried to."

She laughed, and still holding his right hand, she placed her other hand on his shoulder.

Jeanie thought, Good Heavens! His deltoids are as hard as a rock! And warm. So warm! Holding Dave's gaze, she put her hand back on her chest, over her heart.

Dave almost couldn't take his eyes off Jeanie's hand, resting on her cleavage. Jeanie knew the effect she was having on Dave, so she took a deep breath, a genuinely inspiring sight to behold. But for Dave? More of his brain went offline, the blood rushing South of his belt.

"Oh, Dave! You are so funny! So. What do you like to do for fun?" she asked.

Oh, Lord, here we go again, he thought. When she hears this, she'll be like most other women I've met: she'll instantly lose all interest. Dave was too honest to lie, and besides that, he couldn't think of anything else to say. So he went with the truth:

"Reading. Mostly science fiction. Some mysteries. A little fantasy. Lots of Engineering and Electrical, but those are non-fiction. That's pretty much why I don't have a girlfriend. I am the most uninteresting man you will ever meet." Boom, there it was, the truth. Lying between them and driving her from him like it was a dead Bass that had been in the summer sun for three days. Oh, well.

Her reaction was the exact opposite of what he had expected. She jumped up and down, causing all kinds of secondary motions in her body, further shorting out his higher cognitive functions. She then took each of his hands in hers and said, "O! M! G! You have got to come to our book club meeting! It's tonight, starting around 7:00PM, at the Oldstein Library."

Watching her body move in all the interesting ways, and holding his hands in hers, he was again struck to silence. Jeanie knew she had him on the line, and she knew exactly how to play this. She stepped in closer to him, her breasts lightly pressing against his arm.

"Please, please, please! Say you'll come tonight? All the other members would just love to meet you! And I just know they will all love having you join the club!"

"Thank you for the invitation," Dave said, "But I'll have to take a raincheck. I've been sweating all day, and I've got lots of boxes still to unpack -"

"Where are you staying?" she asked. He told her and thought he saw surprise in her expression. She said, "That's only two blocks from the library! Oh, you've got to come tonight! Just show up and introduce yourself, at least? You'll get to meet some great people, and I know they'd all love to meet you!"

"I'd really like to, but really, there's a long list of stuff I have to get done-"

She now knew exactly how to set the hook and reel him in. "We're discussing H. Mason's "Hot Suns and Guns: Marines In Space!..."

Dave's love for sci-fi instantly overrode his shyness. ""Hot Suns and Guns?" Oh, that's one of the all-time greats of Sci-Fi's Golden Era! What time do you want me to be there?"

Jeanie thought, No problem talking about sci-fi! She also noticed that his resistance to attending had vanished entirely.

She laughed and leaned in towards him, her breasts brushing against his shoulder, and said, "I knew that would get you to come. Hey! Why did you step away from me?" In a near panic, Dave had backed up against the shelves. Fixing his gaze with her most innocent, yet dismayed expression, she said, "Do I smell that bad?"

"No! Nothing like that! My arm was touching your... I mean, I'm sure you didn't intend to... I mean, your bre-... I just figured I was invading your personal space, and... and..."

"Aren't you just the sweetest thing!" she said. And this time she wrapped him up in a bear hug, and rested her head on his chest, which was also as hard as a rock! And so warm, redolent of the scent of a healthy young man who had been working all day. She had embraced him for the fun of it. But Jeanie also had an ulterior motive: she wanted to gauge how she was affecting him, and the heart rate doesn't lie. She could hear his heart hammering away at what must have been over 100 beats per minute. She inhaled deeply, taking in all his scents, pheromones, and musk. They hit her like a narcotic, making her knees weak, her tummy full of butterflies, and suddenly her heart was beating even faster than Dave's!

She already knew that Dave was a genuinely nice guy; she had been following him for the last 20 minutes, watching him. Several times, women asked him if he would get something down from a higher shelf, and he never refused to help them. Even if a taller person were present in the same aisle, she noticed how the women would ask Dave first. Oldest trick in the book when prowling supermarkets. She had already noticed he could speak easily to older women, but it was almost as if he had been struck mute whenever he encountered a young woman. Women of all ages approached him on the slightest pretext, and he never seemed to realize they were flirting with him.

One openly gay, very pretty young man had even tried to hit on Dave. Dave was polite, showing no sign of bigotry or homophobia. The young man went away very sad when he saw that Dave was not interested. But she could tell Dave had said nothing hurtful to the young man. He had politely refused the young man's invitation.

She noted how Dave was careful not to run into other people, and how if another person approached the same spot he was, Dave always let them go first. Polite, courteous, shoulders the Greek Gods couldn't imagine on their best day. This is our man! Oh, wow, I'm getting wet already. Ok, ok, easy girl! You'll get your chance. Don't scare him off!

"Um, Jeanie? Could you let me go for a second? I think a box of instant popcorn is wedged into my back." Jeanie smiled, stepped back, then took his right arm in hers, pulling her breasts tightly against him once again.

"There," she said. "Think you'll live?"

"Yes."

Oh my God, he's blushing! She could barely keep herself from squeeing with glee and stamping her feet. She was still pulling herself tightly against his right arm.

"I see we're back to monosyllables. Oh, Dave, please come to the book club meeting tonight! Just for a few minutes, at least? Let me introduce you to the rest of the gang?"

"Ok." At that moment, he couldn't think of anything else to say if his life had depended on it, as Jeanie had intended.

Still holding his arm, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"You're just the sweetest guy!" she said. "I know we're going to be the best of friends. I can't wait to introduce you to the book club!"

"Should I bring my copy of "Hot Suns and Guns?" I've got all kinds of notes and stuff in the margins, and-"

"No, you won't be needing it tonight, I'm certain. Later, we can schedule another discussion after we get you signed up and settled in."

Jeanie asked: "So, Dave, where did you get these shoulders? And that bod? And that tan?"

Science fiction and business were two topics Dave could discuss with anyone. "My Dad was in construction. He put me to work mixing mortar in a tub, by hand. And hauling bricks, building scaffolds, all kinds of stuff. Now, I own a landscaping company. I'm trying to expand the business into this area. I work outside all day. But it's a Farmer's tan. Everything under my clothes is almost incandescent white." As soon as he finished saying it, he thought, What did I just say? You can't discuss what's under your clothes with pretty women you just met! This was precisely the sort of assumption that made it so difficult for him to talk to pretty women.

Jeanie's thoughts were running in a different direction: Oh, my! I'd certainly like to see that for myself! Easy now, Jeanie! I'll get my chance if I don't scare him away. Bring him in, tell him how the club works, and we can all have him! A sudden bolt of jealousy shot through her at the thought of sharing him. But that is what the club was all about. It surprised her how quickly she had come to feel possessive about him! Look, just get him in there, and everything else will work itself out as we go. Then, unbidden, coming from where in her mind she did not know, the thought sprang up: I think I love him. Well? Who wouldn't?

She insisted on walking with him while he completed his shopping. At one point, Dave said, "Didn't you have a cart with some groceries? I think we left it back in the cereal aisle."

Thinking fast, Jeanie said, "No. I thought I needed some stuff. But then I remembered I have everything I need--at least for now!"

She walked with him to his truck; her arm wrapped tightly around his left arm. Occasionally, she would stumble on nothing at all, and Dave never failed to hold her up. It allowed her to rub against him some more, and she shamelessly exploited the opportunity for all it was worth.

"Do you think maybe you have an inner-ear balance issue going on?" he asked. Not in irritation, but genuinely concerned for her.

"It's these heels," she said.

"But you're wearing flats," he observed.

Spin your way out of this one, clever girl! "Yes. Yes, of course. But I... usually wear heels, so flats can throw me off balance." It was lame, she knew it, and after that her footing remained a bit more stable. Though not 100%. She still needed to lean against him more often than one would have thought for a woman walking on a smooth parking lot, while wearing flat-soled sandals. But he seemed to accept her excuse.

To change the subject, she said, "So, Dave? One thing I don't understand. Why don't you have a girlfriend? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? You should have a crowd of women following you around."

"Oh, no," he said, "I've never been any good at talking to women. And when I do, they quickly determine that IRS Agents are more interesting to talk to than me."

"How lucky for us!" Jeanie said, then realized what she said, and followed it up with: "The club will get to have you all to ourselves! Um, I mean, we don't get many smart men."

His truck was a reflection of what she had learned about Dave, so far: Big, powerful, and quiet. Not flashy, but not trashy, either. Just a big crew-cab, 1-ton dual-wheel, diesel pickup truck, white exterior color. Many vehicles in Texas were white to afford some protection from the Texas summer heat. While Dave was loading his groceries, she checked out the interior and was not disappointed. It was obviously a workplace, wear and tear on the seats and floor mats were evidence of its use in a business. And yet, spotlessly clean!

"Well, Dave, I have to go to the library and set up our conference room. Please do come! You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

"Oh, no, never!"

She hugged him again and said, "Oh, that's great! Why, I don't think I could bear it if you didn't show up! She kissed him on the cheek again. See you there, my love!"

Yep! Truly a nice guy! She had given him every chance to try and take advantage of her shamelessly pressing herself all over him. The way she'd thrown herself at him, he could even have explained it as an accident. But he hadn't, not even once, tried to take advantage of her flirting. Does he have any brothers? When the ladies see him, there may not be enough to go around.

Again, there was that bolt of jealousy stabbing through her heart. Where is this coming from? She had never been the jealous type. Then the other subversive thought came again: I think I love him!

She reminded herself of what her goal had been all along. Find a good man, and bring him in. Then another, even deeper subversive thought bubbled up: I can't wait until that bitch Sandy meets this hunk! I bet he'll turn her bi! And even if he doesn't, I know she's going to like him, so I win our bet! Oh, I can't WAIT to watch them have that hug. It may take a while, but it's going to happen!

They went their separate ways. Dave figured he needed a shower and a change of clothes, minimum, to make himself presentable. He had shaved yesterday, so he'd leave his beard as it was. Besides, there was no way he was going to find his razor in the next three days. Household organization was not one of his natural talents, like almost all single men. Add in the chaos of the move, and those items may as well be on the Moon, for all he could get to them. He couldn't even guess where he would find soap and a change of clothes in all those boxes. He almost considered not attending the meeting. But he decided he didn't smell too bad; Jeanie certainly hadn't minded! And he didn't want to disappoint Jeanie more than he didn't want to attend. He was a sci-fi geek, after all.

Man, is she ever friendly! I wonder if all the women out here are this friendly? I think I'm going to like it, out here in Bourne, Texas! Maybe, eventually, I'll be able to speak full sentences to her? I wonder if she'll keep hugging me? A guy could get used to that in a hurry!

***

Jeanie had told Dave one little lie: the meeting started at 6:00PM. As it was, she was 15 minutes late because of the time she had spent stalking, then wrangling Dave into attending the meeting. The ladies had not begun to disrobe, waiting to see why Jeanie had texted them all, telling them to wait. They'd be irritated by the delay in getting to the festivities, but she knew once they met Dave, all would be forgiven.

"I found our man!" she said as she walked in. All but one of the women cheered.

"Your man, you mean," Sandy said. She was definitely radiating a prickly vibe. Jeanie walked up to Sandy and embraced her in a close hug, then kissed her on the neck, right at the spot she knew would drive Sandy crazy. She continued to hold Sandy in her arms, leaning back to make eye contact.

"Sandy! Be nice. He is a genuinely good guy, you'll see. He'll be here at 7:00PM."

"Why so late?" Sandy demanded.

"Because I wanted to tell you all, first: he really is a super nice guy. You're not going to believe him. He looks like a jock, but he behaves like he's your brother. Very respectful."

"He's not a braggart, is he?" Sandy demanded.

"No! He can barely even talk to pretty women when he first meets them!"

"So he's dumb?"

"Sandy! No! He has his own business, and he's expanding it here in Bourne." She had continued to hold Sandy in her arms. Sandy had not pushed her away, but she was still pissed off.

"What sort of business is he in?" Sandy asked.

"He owns a landscaping company."

"So he never progressed in life beyond mowing yards? Jesus, Jeanie!"

"Sandy, please give him a chance? You promised! Tell you what: if you don't like him after the first 15 minutes when he arrives, you can throw him and me out of the club."

"You had best believe I'll hold you to that, Jeanie."

"I know. And it will break my heart if you do. That I'm willing to risk being kicked out of the club should tell you something about how important for us, how good for us, all of us, I think this will be. Please just give him 15 minutes, ok? And, he has no idea, yet, that this isn't just a book club; he has no idea he will be the only male member present. So he's coming here with no other expectation than to discuss an old sci-fi novel. I'm not entirely sure how he's going to react when we tell him what the club is all about."

"So he's a geek." But Jeanie knew she had just set another hook in Sandy's mind. Like her father had been, Sandy was a sci-fi geek. "So what book did you tell him we would be discussing?"

To get Sandy to unknowingly support her, she played a bit dumb. "He says the fans call it "Hot Guns And Suns," or something like that? But he said the real title was something different? I can't quite recall..."

"Hot Guns And Suns: Marines in Space?" Sandy finished for her.

"Yes, that's the one. Sandy! I am literally begging you! Please be nice? If you're mean, he will be hurt that he offended you, even if he doesn't know that it's just you being a bitch!"

"So he's overly sensitive -" Sandy saw the pleading look in Jeanie's expression and relented. "Ok, Jeanie," Sandy said. "But you're on thin ice, here. You understand?"

"Yes, Sandy."

"Well, okay, then. You've got 15 minutes of me being nice."

"15 minutes from the time he arrives!"

"Yes, yes, ok! Then he'll get one minute of me being a cast iron bitch and throwing him, and you, out the door. I don't like this, and I don't want him here. And I don't want to kick you out. But we've all got to be careful, and I can't let one member ruin the club for all of us. But you've got your 15 minutes. From when he arrives! Ladies, break out the cards so we can at least be doing something while Jeanie's idea crashes and burns."

7:00PM came and went. Every minute after, Sandy's smirk grew. Jeanie was holding her breath when they heard a knock on the door. Jeanie leaped out of her chair to answer it, and Dave walked in, getting a big, almost frantic hug from Jeanie. Before anyone else could say anything, Sandy said,

"You're late." Her tone was cold, almost accusatory.

His first look at Sandy was one he knew he would never forget. She was as tall as he was, maybe a bit taller. Her body was long and slender, with lovely proportions. Her breasts were an A-cup, and she had the graceful, long limbs of a ballerina. Her eyes had an aristocratic look, with high, arching brows. They were very effective at broadcasting irritation, as they were now.

She was a brown eyed brunette with a light tan complexion. He would ordinarily have been struck dumb in her presence, but with Jeanie wrapped around him, he felt like he'd be able to manage a simple conversation.

"Sorry about that," Dave said. "When Jeanie said this was a library, I assumed it was a public library. I didn't understand that it was a private library. I initially thought this was someone's home, and I was hesitant to just walk into someone's house uninvited. Then I saw the placard outside that said "Oldstein Private Library." Whoever owns it has a great selection of sci-fi, just from what I saw as I followed the signs back here. I saw a bunch of early Mason, a lot of Clarkeson, and a lot of others. What a great place!"

Sandy stood still for a moment. For her, it was as if she was seeing the sun rise for the first time in a long while. She couldn't look away. Jeanie had certainly not oversold how handsome he was! She still kept her guard up, but she couldn't help but smile. However, she fought with herself to keep it a small smile. Then she said, "Thank you. Dave. This is... was, my father's library. He was always reading sci-fi and built up a huge collection of technical manuals. Mostly engineering stuff. And lots of aviation stuff."

"Could I have a better look around, one day?" he asked. "I won't touch any of the books, unless you say it's ok. I just really want to see what all you have, here!"

Sandy blinked slowly several times, then said, "Yes. I think we can work that out. After the meeting. Probably not for the next few days. But we can do that." Sandy wondered why she couldn't seem to speak in complete sentences. Then she decided she didn't care because...

... she found herself thinking...

... she liked him!

That thought did send a bolt of fear through her heart. She remembered the last time she liked a guy. And the guy before that. And the one who... she pushed those thoughts aside. She liked this guy!

"Thank you!" he said. Sandy could tell he meant it, too. A part of her heart melted so fast, it felt hot in her chest. She didn't even try to fight it. She wasn't completely letting her guard down, though. Damn you, Jeanie, you knew this would happen! She realized that even if Jeanie was manipulating her? For now? She didn't care! But the jury's still out. Let's see how he handles what the club is really all about. She had wanted Jeanie's plan to fail. The last thing she had wanted was another man in her life. However, for the first time since Jeanie brought the subject up, Sandy found herself hoping this would work.

She walked up to him, and, surprising everyone, even herself, she took his arm and said, "Pleased to meet you, Dave. I'm Sandy, the club president. Dave, may I ask a bit of a personal question?"

"Okay, I guess," he said. "Depending on what you ask."

"Are you married? Or otherwise in a committed, long-term, and/or exclusive relationship?"

"Why do you want to know that?" he asked.

"Oh, just for the club roster. You know, if you had a wife or girlfriend, she could become a member, too, if she wanted." She saw him immediately relax.

"Not married, no current relationships," he said.

"Oh, lovely!" Sandy said. "How lucky for us! I mean, you know, that we can add to the club membership. I mean, we get to keep you all to ourselves." She only thought about that as she said it. God! Do I really sound that desperate? That lame? She took a breath and decided to change the subject. "OK! Introductions. God, Sandy! Get yourself together! You have had relationships with men before! You're not some teenage girl experiencing her first crush! But that was how it felt to her. It felt like this was her first man, ever. Fuck it, Sandy, just go with it! She thought.

"You've already met Jeanie, our resident troublemaker. Let me introduce you to the rest of the girls..." Oh, my God! His arm is like iron!

In her mind, Jeanie screamed, BOOM goes the dynamite! I knew she'd like him, even if she doesn't want to fuck him. How could anyone NOT like him? She breathed a sigh of relief, but also caught Sandy glaring at her, even as she was being pleasant to Dave. That glare told Jeanie even more clearly than words: she wasn't off the hook yet. But this was a great start!

"Hey," Dave said. "How come there are no men in the club? I'm not complaining, you don't always see a lot of female sci-fi fans. And... what's with all the mats on the floor? And only six chairs and a conference table? That also has mats on it... and... what are all those wedge-shaped things on the mats? Pillows, or something?"

"Jeanie, come here and hug me," Sandy said. Dave noted that it was said as an order, one expected to be obeyed.

"Yes, Sandy," Jeanie said. He noted Jeanie's immediate, unquestioning compliance. Sandy was still standing beside Dave. He watched as Jeanie approached them and noticed her taking a slow, exaggerated step, showing off her curves. Sandy pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her a passionate, deep kiss, which Jeanie eagerly returned. Dave stood there in mute surprise, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

Sandy and Jeanie shared the kiss for several moments, their hands roaming over each other's backs and shoulders. When the kiss finished, the two women still holding each other in an intimate embrace, Sandy turned to him and said,

"Dave? You might want to sit down. There's a lot we need to tell you about our little book club. Marion, come over here, sit next to Dave, and hold his hand."

"Yes, Sandy," she said--another order. Immediately obeyed.

It was not lost on Jeanie that Sandy had Marion sitting next to Dave. Again, there was this bolt of jealousy trying to take over her heart. But I didn't bring him here to keep him for myself. There's a bigger goal, Jeanie, don't forget.

Marion was one of the most beautiful women Dave had ever seen, and the girl who had been standing next to her was almost identical. They were both slender. They couldn't have been more than five feet tall. Both had long blonde hair in waves of ringlets down to their waists. Marion wore a flower print babydoll dress with a short skirt; her near twin had a cute red sundress with a moderately plunging neckline. Both had tiny breasts, blue eyes, and dazzling smiles. The one named Marion sat down close to him, leaning against him, making eye contact, and dazzling him with her smile. She took his hand. She looked up at him and blushed. "You have wonderful hands," she said. "So big, and strong and warm-"

"Marion, hush."

"Yes, Sandy."

"Okay," Sandy said, "Here we go..."

Over the next 45 minutes, they explained everything to Dave.

"Dave, our little book club, until this very moment, has been a Lesbian Book Club," Sandy said. "It's a cover story for us all to get together once a week and fuck each other's brains out. We can do this here because I own the building, Dad left it to me when he died. So we can do anything we want here. Dave? Are you okay, Dave?"

"I don't know. I think my head may explode. No offense, but I would think I wouldn't be welcome here, you know, on... on... general principles."

"Well, adapt fast, sport," Sandy said with affection. "This is for real. Jeanie vouches for you, and there's lots more to tell you before we all get naked and start fucking each other silly. Jeanie? Get over here and hold his other hand."

"Yes, Sandy! Thank you!" Jeanie obeyed, leaned into him, took his other hand, and brought it to her lips and kissed it. She looked at Sandy to gauge her reaction and saw her openly staring. "Oh! Was that jealousy in Sandy's eyes just now? Let's see... She continued to lavish Dave's hand with loving kisses. Finally, Sandy said,

"Just... just hold his hand for now, Jeanie!" Sandy said. "We have a lot to get through, and we're all tired of waiting, so let's move this along."

"Yes, Sandy." It's working. It's working! She's already feeling possessive! She's already into him! It's working!

Sandy went on to say there were seven women in the membership, all present this evening. Four of them were bisexual, including Jeanie. The other three of them, Sandy, April, and Marion, sitting next to him, were exclusively lesbian.

"However," Sandy said, "Because my handmaidens have expressed an interest in making love to a man, they may, or may not, ask you to have sex with them. If they do, please be gentle. Unless they ask for a more... vigorous... experience. You may either accept or decline their invitation, or anyone else's, for any reason you choose, no questions asked. Anyone here can ask anyone to make love, including you. We are always free to ask, but not beholden to accept. Invitation, permission, consent, and the right to accept or decline any invitation without reprisal; and any refusal or request to stop must be accepted graciously. Those are big deals, here. You will have to follow those guidelines, and we must follow them with regard to you. All of that is a long-winded way of saying, "Don't be a dick.""

"He can't help it. It's permanently attached!" one of the ladies called out. There were some barely stifled giggles around the room.

"That's my girlfriend, Elise," Jeanie whispered in his ear. "I just know you'll love her, too!"

Sandy raised her eyes to the ceiling, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Obviously metaphorically, ladies! How long do you want this to be?"

"12 inches!" He didn't see who said that, but he heard the laughter.

"Uh, ladies?" he said, "If that's what you're looking for, I'm afraid you'll be somewhat disappointed..."

More giggles.

"Ladies! Really?" Sandy demanded. Sandy's stern glare abruptly silenced the giggles. "Now, where were we?"

He could have sex with any of the women who approached him first or accepted his invitation if he approached them. Even if they were the other lesbian women. As long as he followed the guidelines. He also had to promise to stop at any point, at any time, the woman, or women, may ask him to stop. And the same for them with regard to him. "No one makes anyone do something they do not want to do, here. Apart from that, pretty much anything goes."

"There's one woman you won't get," Sandy said. "Me. My handmaidens may be curious about sex with a man. But not me. I... I guess I do like you. Already, even. Just not in that way? But we can still ask each other, as long as we are willing to gracefully accept a potential refusal." We are not allowed to be angry because someone asks us, and we are not allowed to be angry if someone refuses an advance. Any questions so far?"

"Apart from, is this real? I'm afraid I'm in a coma, or something, dreaming this!"

"Oh, it's real," she assured him. "And you're going to see how real it is, if we get through the introduction."

"Are any of the ladies married?" He looked down at Marion, and said, "No offense, but are you 21?"

"I'm 31," she said. "I can't tell you how much I admire you for asking."

"Are all of you over 21?" He figured the answer was yes, but better to ask when not needed than to be charged with statutory rape!

"None of us is married," Sandy said. "Or otherwise in long-term relationships with another man. The law in Texas says the age of majority is 18."

"The law in my head says the age of consent has to be 21," Dave said. "And what about contraception, and STDs?" Sandy's favorable impression of Dave continued to rise.

All were on the pill. "And until we get you tested, we'll have you use a condom."

"Wait!" Dave said. "All of you are unmarried? None of you have a boyfriend? You're all gorgeous. How is that possible?"

"For the same reason we became bi or lesbian in the first place. We have all had terrible luck with most men we meet."

"I can understand that!" he said, "Finding, hiring, and keeping good people is a huge job all of its own."

Sandy went on to tell him that they met every Wednesday night from 6:00 PM to 10:00PM, and usually, as soon as the doors closed, all the ladies' clothes came off, and everyone had at it. Once a month, the whole club liked to get together and go out for a nice dinner or take in a play. Bourne had several legit live theaters, with productions as finished as anything on Broadway, if on a smaller scale. The Arts, in general, were well represented in Bourne.

"Or sometimes," Sandy said, "We get together and go see the latest ComicsLand blockbuster movie. The theater owner is a friend; he reserves a private balcony room for us that can easily accommodate another body. But those are always on other nights of the week. Wednesday always happens here."

"So... why am I here?" he asked.

"Well, lately some in the membership have been making noises about how much they'd like to go at it with a man. I'm sure you can see why we had to be choosy. The last thing we want is some asshole coming in here, then shooting his mouth off all over town about the "sluts at the library." Will you be discreet, Dave?"

"Of course!" he said. "But I still don't believe what you are telling me!"

Sandy looked up and said, "Well, that about wraps up the intro. Ladies? Begin. Show him we're serious."

"Yes, Sandy!" they all said at once.

All the women, Sandy included, began disrobing. They split into pairs and began making out. It started with caresses and hugging, kisses up and down each other's necks and chests, and quickly heated up into what could only be described as a full-blown lesbian orgy. Sandy, completely naked like all the rest of the women, motioned for two of the girls to come over. "You've already had Marion showing you how much she likes you, and this is April," she said. April looked so much like Marion that he wondered if they were twins. "Along with me, we are the three lesbians. Marion and April are my Handmaidens. IF they approach you and ask you to make love with them, that is perfectly fine. Be gentle, and all will be well. If they ask you to stop at any point, stop, and there will be no trouble. Actually, that goes for all the women here and for you, too. It may not happen, though. And I certainly won't. But the girls have the option to ask, and you have the option to accept or decline. They are not obligated to ask, you are not obligated to accept, that's how we do things, here."

"Ladies?" Sandy said, "Kneel and pleasure me." She noticed the look on Dave's face, and said, "Oh, you're wondering why, if consent is such a big deal, how it is I order them around? I'm in charge. I can't actually order them around; it's just a roleplay thing that we do. I like to give orders, I'm sure you have noticed. And they like to be told what to do. But if they refuse, that's ok. We're not here to impose on anyone. But they let me think I'm in charge."

"How do you want us, Sandy?" Marion asked.

"On your knees, front and back. Marion, you get the front, this time."

They kneeled in front and behind Sandy and began tonguing her labia, while the other went to work on Sandy's ass. He saw her body immediately stiffen as the two women began pleasuring her.

"Oh, that's... unfh!, that's the other big deal, here. You can watch me, them, or anyone you want, making love. Any of us can watch you, if we like. You can join in, if invited, or you can ask," she paused for a moment and panted for a bit as the ladies did their work on her. "Oh! Or not, as you choose." More bated breath. "But do not ever interfere with anyone else making love, unless you see an imminent life or death threat," more quick, shallow breaths. The ladies were running their hands all over Sandy's body. "L- l- like an airplane is going to crash on their heads, or something. OOoof! Likewise, no one here is allowed to interfere with you and any willing participants, unless your life is in a similar, life-threatening unf, unf, unf! S-s-situation." Her eyes were now fully closed, her chest heaving. She had one hand on the back of Marion's head and one on the back of April's head. "If - if- if you'll excuse me... uhhh! For a uff! Moment..." The other two women had paired up and went down on each other in a sixty-nine.

After stripping herself naked, Jeanie remained on his left side, now stroking his shoulders and thighs. He felt another warm body press up against him, and looked to see a gorgeous brunette with a very short hairstyle and olive complexion, sit next to him and take his hand. Big brown eyes, B-cup breasts, she was a stunningly beautiful woman.

"Jeanie?" said the brunette, "Aren't you going to introduce me to our new friend?"

"Dave, this is Elise. We pair up a lot. We just can't get enough of each other."

"This is how this works, Dave," Elise said. "Dave, will you make love to Jeanie and me?"

Dave felt himself being pulled to his feet by Jeanie. She repeated Elise's question, "Dave, will you make love with Elise and me?" she asked.

He looked at Jeanie. He looked at Sandy, her eyes half closed as her handmaidens pleasured her. "Well, you big stud," Sandy said breathlessly, "You have been invited. The ball is in your court, now; accept or decline. Which will you choose?"

"Dave," Jeanie said, "This is all fun and games for all of us. May I take your clothes off and suck your cock? For starters? You can do anything you want to with me-"

"And me!" Elise said. "We give you our invitation and permission! Please, Dave? It's been so long since we met a man we thought we would want to make love with."

"He is a little shy," Jeanie said. "Dave? Can we take your clothes off and get started on you? Elise and me? Just nod."

He couldn't speak. So he nodded in the affirmative, and the two ladies pulled him to his feet and tackled the job of getting him undressed with undisguised glee. His body responded like any man's, and he was harder than he could ever recall, which is saying a lot for a young man.

"Dave, oh, my," Elise said. "You certainly don't disappoint!" Jeanie had fallen to her knees while Elise gave Dave the most glorious open-mouth kisses he could ever remember. When Jeanie took his cock in her mouth, all the way down to her lips pressing against his balls, he nearly fell over. Elise was barely able to help him keep standing.

"Girls," Sandy said, herself struggling to stand on weak knees, "Maybe you should lay him down on the mats before he falls over?" Dave noticed Sandy had not taken her eyes off him the whole time. It was an erotic thrill he had never experienced before. The ladies managed to help lay him out on the mats, then Elise continued kissing him, and Jeanie again took his entire cock in her mouth.

After a few minutes of bliss, Dave heard Sandy say to her handmaidens, "Girls, lay me down beside Dave. They did, and Marion eagerly went back to work on Sandy's clit, while April came up and started suckling Sandy's lovely nipples.

Sandy looked over at Dave and said, "Dave? Can we hold hands for these next few minutes? I'd like that." The entire time, the room had been filled with the various wet sounds of women and one man making love. Dave noticed that all such sounds had stopped. He lifted his head to look around the room and noticed all seven women were watching them.

"Dave?" Sandy said. "Dave? Please?" She held out her hand to him.

"Yes," he managed to say. "That would be nice." He reached out and found her hand. All of a sudden, the women in the room went back to their lovemaking with renewed intensity. Jeanie was still engulfing his cock in her throat. Elsie came over and asked, "Dave? May I straddle your face? Will you eat my pussy?"

"Yes," he gasped, and was rewarded with Elise swinging her hips over his head, and settling her pussy down on his mouth. Dave didn't think he could get any happier. Sandy and he were still holding hands as their respective partners pleasured them orally. He felt Sandy's grip grow firmer on his hand. "Oh, Dave!" Sandy shouted. "Dave! I- unh-I, I'm going to come! Don't let go of my hand, I'm commmmming! AIEEEEEEEEeeee." She shrieked in orgasmic delight as the powerful waves of ecstasy crashed through her body and soul. The entire time, she had held his hand in a death-grip as if her life had depended on it. As her spasms wound down, she continued to hold his hand. Jeanie was still swallowing his cock. Sandy looked at Jeanie and said, "Jeanie! Jeanie, my love! Fuck him. Fuck him now! Take every last bit of his semen from his body! Now!"

Jeanie instantly arose, straddled Dave's hips, and in one motion, plunged his cock fully inside herself. With Elise on his face, him devouring her pussy, trying to shove his tongue as far inside her as it could go, he was already getting close. When Jeanie mounted him, he almost came immediately, but was just barely able to hold himself back. Seeing Sandy's orgasm, while she held his hand, had been an incredibly erotic sight, like nothing he had ever imagined. All of this was so incredibly beyond anything he had ever imagined. He was close, so close, but he fought to keep from going over the edge as long as he could. Still fully plunged into Jeanie, she began riding him like an Olympic-level Equestrian posting in a sitting trot. Combined with her amazing wetness, he came in less than a minute.

Just before he came, he heard Sandy say, "Dave, don't let go of my hand. I want to feel this with you. Don't let go of my hand!" That was what pushed him over the edge, rocking his body with one of the strongest orgasms he had ever felt. Everyone took a few minutes to gather their breath, Jeanie still perched on Dave's cock, Elise still straddling his face. Elise had also orgasmed, and she fell to her side. Suddenly, Dave saw all the women. Their chests heaving, their bodies glistening with sheens of perspiration. Jeanie still remained in place, however, holding his cock fully sheathed within her. After his orgasm, continuing to feel his cock encased within Jeanie's body was almost pure torture. But it was wonderful, glorious torture! Sandy was now yelling, "Dave! Don't let go. Hold my hand! Oh, this is so wonderful!" On hearing Sandy's desperate pleading, Dave came again! Twice in less than a minute! This orgasm was much shorter, but far more intense than the first. And still Jeanie held him within her. She leaned down, over his chest, and whispered, "Oh, Dave! Thank you! You are everything we had hoped to find! Sandy won't have sex with you, yet, but it's ok. She's never done this or come so hard in the two years the book club has existed. Oh, you are so lovely, you beautiful, beautiful man. Oh. Oh! I'm going to come. Dave! Daaaave! I'm going to come for you!"

Dave's body was arching from the exquisite torture of being held continuously in Jeanie's vagina, even after two orgasms in rapid succession. When Jeanie's orgasm finally burst throughout her body, spasming on his still hard cock, Dave again had an orgasm! It was a major one, and he thought he might pass out. He was afraid he might pass out because he didn't want to miss one second of this. Distantly, he heard Sandy shouting, "Don't let go of me, Dave! I want to share it all with you! Don't let go!" All this time, Jeanie's body was being wracked with the strongest orgasm she had been blessed with in years, her spasms on Dave's cock continuing to milk every last drop of semen his body had. Finally, spent, she pulled off of Dave and collapsed on him, her head resting on his chest, making slight whimpering noises as the aftershocks of her orgasm raced through her quivering body.

"Thank you, Dave." She whispered. "I love you so much." There! You just said it! Shut up, brain!

After that, Dave was spent. Some of the girls lined up to tease Dave's semen from Jeanie's vagina. It was only at that point that he realized a condom had never been put in place on him. Then he watched as they shared his semen between themselves, in sloppy wet kisses. He saw Sandy pressed up against Jeanie, watching, as her handmaidens, and the other women, took turns savoring Jeanie's cum-filled pussy. Jeanie continued to cry with orgasm after orgasm, until she was sobbing, begging them to stop.

Dave did what any man would do under the circumstances: he fell asleep so fast it looked like he had been knocked out. He slept like a log, having only a vague memory of constantly being cuddled and caressed by the women, as everyone needed a break at this point. Not quite an hour had passed since he got there, including the time taken to familiarize himself with the rules of the Club!

While he was asleep, Sandy shooed everyone else away and spooned up against Dave's side to cuddle. I don't believe I'm doing this, she thought. But he's sleeping, and sexually sated. This should be safe. And I'd bet this man would never take a woman against her will. She put one leg across Dave's legs, allowing her to pull herself into full contact with him, her vulva pressing tightly to his thigh. Waves of pleasure shot through her.

Jeanie walked up and said, "May I join you?"

"Yes," Sandy said. "We don't want him to get cold, do we?"

"I had wondered why you were cuddling a man."

"One does want to be a considerate hostess, doesn't one?"

"We can't ask his permission, though, can we?" Jeanie said.

"I'll ask for his apologies when he wakes up," Sandy said. "I won't do anything sexual until then. I'm sure he'll understand. And I'm not going to do anything sexual with him, anyway!"

"Really? You're stroking his cock."

Sandy pulled her hand back like she had been surprised by an electric shock. She saw Jeanie smiling, her head resting on the other side of Dave's chest. Continuing to hold Jeanie's gaze, on opposite sides of Dave's slumbering chest, Sandy slowly brought her hand to her lips and licked Dave's semen and precum off her hand.

"I- I didn't realize what I..." Sandy began.

"Shhh," Jeanie said, putting her finger to Sandy's lips. "It's all right, my young lover. It's all right. All of this. You're so lovely when you're like this, Sandy."

"Like what?"

"Open. Vulnerable. In the throes of your passions, whether you understand those passions or not. When you're helpless. I wish you would let us see you like this, more often. If you would learn to let go, just a bit? Sandy, I love you so much."

"Shush," Sandy ordered. "You'll wake him up."

"And we wouldn't want to be poor hostesses, would we?"

"No, of course not," Sandy said. She rested her head back on Dave's chest. She was breathing in his scent, and, when she thought Jeanie wasn't looking, she tasted the sweat on his chest. Every breath seemed to intoxicate her, setting her heart and her loins on fire. Sandy had the surprise of her life. As she continued to lie cuddled up with Dave, she experienced one of the longest, slowest, most soul-rending orgasms she had ever experienced. It went on for what seemed like forever, though it was only a matter of moments, just delightful spasms and muscular contractions, from her pelvic floor to the edges of her soul, it went on, and on, and on.

When it passed, she looked over at Jeanie and saw her smiling at her. Jeanie had seen the entire orgasmic episode. She blushed in shame, but Jeanie only said, "You're so beautiful, Sandy. I love you so much. I'm so glad you let me do this. I'm so glad you had that o-"

"Hush, Jeanie."

"Yes, Sandy. My love."

***

Dave slept for about 15 minutes, waking to the lovely sensation of being spooned against by Jeanie on his right and Sandy on his left.

"Well, hello there, sleepyhead," Sandy said, lightly rubbing his chest. "You were wonderful. We have cuddled you without asking first, so we didn't have your permission-"

"Yes," Jeanie interrupted, "We didn't want you to catch a chill, you know?" She leaned down and kissed his chest.

"The point I was trying to make," Sandy continued, "Is that we hope you can forgive us for taking these liberties when you couldn't respond."

Dave laughed and said, "Yes. Yes, I think I can find it within my heart to forgive you." He said it lightly, at first. Then he made eye contact with Sandy, and he could see by her expression how much this meant to her. More seriously, he said, "Yes, of course I forgive you. It's not like you took advantage of me while I was out, right?" Jeanie stifled a giggle that earned her a glare from Sandy.

"Jeanie, you know how important this is to me, permission and consent. And you know why."

"Yes, Sandy. I'm sorry. I'm just so happy how this is all turning out!" Sandy had her hand on Dave's chest. Jeanie reached out and put her hand over Sandy's.

Sandy harumphed, leaned down, kissed Dave's chest, and got up. "If you'll excuse me?" And she walked away to see to others in the club. As she walked away, she licked Dave's perspiration off her lips. Her wetness increased even as her knees weakened, threatening to turn her decisive walking away into a slapstick comedy.

After that, Sandy didn't go near Dave the rest of the evening. She still watched him as he made love to the various other women, often masturbating, or having one of her handmaidens go down on her as she watched. In a break from their lovemaking, Dave saw Marion approach Sandy. He saw them speaking intently for several minutes. Something important was going on, but he was distracted when Jeanie came back to him.

She threw her arms around him, placed her head on his chest, and said, "You were beyond wonderful!"

"Jeanie," Dave said, "Have I offended Sandy?"

"No, my love! But you have given her something to think about, and it scares her. I'll explain later. Just let her be and engage with her when she wants to. She'll get it sorted in her mind about who she thought she was and who she really is. That's just one of the reasons we were hoping to find someone like you!" They hugged and then were drawn in different directions by different lovers.

The evening went on, and Dave made love with Jeanie and Elise, and the other two bi women, Elizabeth and Helga. They too rocked Dave's world, and he theirs. They had orgasms, but Dave's body still wasn't ready for another orgasm. He did have an erection, though, and according to Helga and Elizabeth, he presented himself very well. Helga pleaded for him to take her anally, and he was happy to comply. Still, he wasn't quite up to another orgasm. He did manage to bring Helga to two orgasms, plundering her ass. When finished, Elizabeth fetched several warm, moist towels and cleaned them up, removing Dave's condom.

The big surprise of the evening, though, was when Marion approached him.

"Dave? Will you make love to me?"

"Yes, of course, honey," Dave said. "Uh, what did you have in mind? Anything specific? Or anything you don't want to do?"

Blushing furiously, she said, "I want you to put me up on the conference table, lay me down on my back, and fuck me, missionary style. If you want to do that," she added. "Also... can you, like, order me to do it? I like being told what to do."

Dave touched her face and said, "Baby, I can't do that. I don't understand what is going on with that. I've seen you girls, how you have this thing between you two and Sandy. I won't do that until I better understand what it's all about."

"From now on," she said, "I'm looking for men at the grocery store. Are there more out there like you? I know I'm not finding men like you in bars!

"Yes, Dave," Marion said. "You can skip that part. But we'd like to explain it all to you later. And maybe then you'll consider it?"

"I promise I'll listen, at least. I can't say I'll understand, I can't promise I'll engage in that. But I'll listen."

Marion took his hand from her cheek, brought it to her mouth, and kissed his palm. "I think we're all falling in love with you. Will you put me on the table and fuck me? Please?"

He answered by getting to his feet, scooping her up in his arms, Marion shrieking in delighted surprise.

"Yes!!" she shouted. "This is good, too!"

He gently placed her on the table. He climbed over her body, intending to start with some light kissing, but Marion was impatient. "No, Dave! I know you want to be gentle. But I'm ready, now. I want to get fucked! Now! Please?"

Dave looked up and saw Sandy and Jeanie watching them while masturbating. Sandy said, "Go on, Dave. She's asking you. I know I said be gentle, but that was in a general sort of way. If she's asking for it to be faster or harder, you're perfectly free to treat her as she asks. We'd all like to see it. And Marion wants you to. Go on!"

So he did. He lined up his cock with her opening, and began to insert himself slowly.

Marion was writhing and squirming, trying to draw him in faster. "Dave, please! I want to feel all of you, all at once. Now! Please!"

He had already inserted the head of his cock, so he did as she asked, plunging himself fully inside her. Her body arched, she drew a deep breath, and shouted, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He went full caveman on her, pounding relentlessly in and out of her like an animal. Her moans soon turned to cries of delight, her body convulsing in the throes of a deep orgasm.

Then it happened. At first, Dave didn't know what was happening because he had never seen this before. Suddenly, all this hot wetness was gushing all over their lower bodies, raining down off the edge of the table. As it ended, as Marion's cries came to an end, as her body shuddered in post-orgasmic spasms, she opened her eyes. She looked into Dave's eyes and said, "You made me squirt! Oh, you wonderful man, I've never done that with any of the boys I knew. I didn't know it could be like this with a man." She started openly sobbing, his cock still buried deeply within her. He was going to pull out, thinking she needed some space to collect herself, but Sandy and Jeanie were suddenly beside him on each side of the table. They both put their hands on his back and bade him hold still, right where he was, while Marion sobbed.

"She's like this," Sandy said. "Stay inside her, as long as you can, it's what she wants."

"Yes," Jeanie said, "She can probably have two more orgasms. Just hang on where you are, stud! Oh, I'm so glad you accepted our invitation!" She leaned over, kissing his back and neck, stroking his arm with one hand, his back and ass with her other hand. He felt a second set of hands do the same, and when he looked, it was Sandy. "Is this ok? I still don't want to fuck you, but oh, look how happy you made my darling little lover! Oh, thank you for giving her this. Please? Can I touch you for a bit?"

"Yeah," he managed to gasp out. "Anytime. Yes, please."

A few moments later, Marion's sobs had ended, and a renewed fire of lust burned in her eyes. "Fuck me some more, Dave. Please!"

He resumed thrusting, the sound of two wet bodies slapping together filling the room. Now, everyone was watching them. This turned him on like nothing he had ever experienced before, and the next thing he knew, he was imitating a jackhammer. Beneath him, Marion's groans once again turned to cries of delight, which then turned into shrieks of ecstasy. She fountained again. This time, Dave could hold back no longer.

"M- Marion- I'm going to come. Should I pull out?" Her legs immediately wrapped themselves around his waist, and both Sandy and Jeanie were pushing on his ass, to hold him inside her. "Don't. You. Dare. Pull out," Marion grunted. "I want your come. I want it all, give it to me!"

Beside them, Sandy was furiously masturbating. She said, "Do it, Dave! Fuck her! Come inside her! Come inside her... eeEEEEEEE!" Sandy was in orgasm, too, pushed over the edge watching him and Marion. Jeanie cried out, too. Elise had come up behind her, and was reaching around, fingering Jeanie's clit. She was close to orgasm as well.

That was all Dave could stand. He came more forcefully than anytime he could ever remember. His orgasm seemed like it would never end, and it utterly took his breath away. His arms went weak, and his full weight collapsed on Marion's slender frame. She welcomed it, whispering in his ear how wonderful he was, how grateful she was. They stayed like that for a bit as his chest heaved for breath. He felt hands caressing him all over his back, ass, and legs. Finally, he regained enough strength to push himself back up on his arms, allowing Marion to breathe more easily. He was going to pull out, but Marion had never released her legs from around his waist. And she was holding on to him for dear life. He had no idea where she got the strength from, but there was no uncertainty as to what she wanted, and she wasn't ready to let go of him, yet. She began sobbing again, body-wracking, uncontrollable sobs.

Every man's body has its limits, and Dave had found his. He was surprised at himself, even. He had come four times this evening. He had never had inspiration like this before. Finally, his cock softened and withdrew from her body. As it did, Marion released her legs and let Dave sit up. After the fourth orgasm of the evening, he was almost entirely spent, weak. He was helped by five of the women, showering him with kisses and whispers of affection, their hands everywhere on his body.

Sandy helped Marion up. They looked into each other's eyes, and both of them burst into tears, wrapping their arms around each other.

He felt a hand on his face, and saw it was April. She didn't say anything, she just leaned in and kissed him on the lips, once. "Thank you, Dave. That was wonderful of you. She'll be crying her eyes out tonight in bed."

For several moments, no one spoke. Then, gently, Jeanie cleared her throat and looked at Sandy. Sandy understood what she meant. It was a reminder that they had an agreement. It was Sandy's turn to honor her end of the bargain. Blushing, she stood up and approached Dave.

"Dave? Our time is just about up for tonight. Before we get dressed, though, will you hug me? A... a nice, close, intimate one?"

"I'd love to! But... are you sure, Sandy?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to wait while I get dressed? You know, so you don't feel my, I mean, I've still got an erection," and looking down, she saw he was right. Even Dave was surprised! "I... may need medical help, after this evening, it just doesn't seem to know when to quit. I didn't know it could go this long..."

She put her finger to his lips and said, "It's ok. We won't make love; I don't want that. I doubt if either of us could, right now, honestly." Blushing furiously, afraid to make eye contact, she said, "But I want this embrace. I know what I'm going to feel from you, I know your cock will be against my belly. I know what to expect." She looked him directly in the eyes, and with no trace of embarrassment or hesitation, she said, "I know, and it's ok. I want this, if you do, too."

Dave noticed all the women watching them. Jeanie, in particular, seemed to be holding her breath, her hands clasped together, a woman on each side of her, snuggling close to her. He had no idea what was happening; some sort of subtext seemed to be lurking in the group of ladies. But when a guy has been laid, blown, and massaged as much as he had been that night, his brain just starts yelling at him to shut up and take the hug!

He opened his arms, Sandy stepped into direct frontal contact with him, his erect cock poking at her belly button, as she molded herself to him. He felt her belly quiver against his cock. Felt the shiver in her body as the swell of her breasts pressed against him. "Dave? Put your arms around me. Please?" He did. It was a nice long hug, too. "Thank you for everything, Sandy," he said. "This hug, what we did, I, I don't even know how to tell you what this has all meant to me." Then he was surprised to see she was in no hurry to end their embrace. Instead, she laid her head on his chest and began softly swaying in his arms, their bodies gently rocking together in an unconscious rhythm. Sandy sighed, her breath spilling over his chest and shoulder, as they held each other tightly.

As the hug went on, Jeanie and the other girls, one by one, came and hugged both him and Sandy from behind. Jeanie gave him the softest kiss on his shoulder and whispered, "Thank you, Dave." She then walked around behind Sandy and did the same for her: a gentle kiss on the shoulder, an intimate, whispered "Thank you, Sandy," in Sandy's ear. He heard Sandy reply, "You were right, Jeanie." Jeanie rested her forehead against Sandy's back.

Several moments passed, then he heard Jeanie say, quietly, "Time."

Sandy said, "Hush." Jeanie then plastered herself even more tightly to Sandy's back, and Dave thought he heard a sniffle or two, and Jeanie was applying kisses all over Sandy's back and shoulders.

The hug went on for what must have been five more wonderful minutes of quiet bliss. Then Sandy stepped back, took his hands in hers, and said, "Dave Wilson, welcome to the Lesbian Book Club. We're so glad to have you join us."

Then she kissed him on the cheek. She stood back, holding both of his hands in hers, and said, "Ladies? Let us welcome the first man into our lesbian book club! To Dave: our first male lesbian!" All seven of the ladies erupted in cheers.

Stepping away from Dave, Sandy announced, "Ok. Time to clean up and go. Dave? You're a member, now. You have the right to come back anytime. You know that, right?"

"I'd love to, thank you."

"And this Friday, we're having a club dinner at a local Mexican Restaurant. Same hours: 6:00PM to 10:00PM. Jeanie will fill you in on the details."

Before they all dressed, all the women wanted a parting hug from Dave and each other. When he embraced April, she stood on her tip toes and said, "It's my turn next time. Ok?"

"Of course!" he said. "Should I approach you? Or do you want to approach me?"

"I want to approach you. I want to seduce you. I know it's a done deal at this point, but still... is that ok?"

"Yes, I'd be delighted, thank you."

"Yay, me!" she said, still holding him, but jumping up and down.

Jeanie and Sandy were off to the side, standing together, their heads leaned in, resting temple to temple, watching Dave and April's embrace. Jeanie was grinning like mad, and Sandy noticed. "Jeanie? Not one word!"

Instead, Jeanie turned to Dave and said, "You're not having so much trouble talking to us now, are you?" She grinned ear-to-ear.

The surprised look on his face got them all laughing.