The Women at the Parties Ch. 01

The Women at the Parties

1.

Caitlin and I got together the fall before we started the nude parties with Sharon and Jim.

At first, Caitlin was the sprightly voice of the new claims processor at an insurance company I often had to call for my job at the hospital finance office. After a few weeks of increasingly friendly and even flirty business talk, I asked her out to lunch on a day when I had a meeting near her office. When I got into the restaurant, Caitlin was standing at the entrance to the dining room, wearing slacks and short jacket with padded shoulders. She was nearly as tall as me, but skinny. Her round, perky face lit up when I introduced myself. She made me feel like she was glad about what she saw. I had a good time having lunch with her. She was a local girl and had gone to work right after high school. Partway through, she grinned and said, "Your tie is crooked." She reached across the table and straightened it. The small intimate gesture made me inordinately happy.

At the time, I was in recovery from several women. Two winters before I had unattached myself from the woman I had been seeing because I fell for Renee. I met Renee at dinner at the house of mutual friends. She was my age, late twenties, but was just finishing veterinary tech school. For most of the past eight years, she had lived and worked on communes. Although my background was much more conventional, I felt we really hit it off. She was very open about the good and bad of the commune experience. Plus, she was blond and beautiful. My hopes came crashing down however when, after we had a few dates, Renee got together with Jerry, the owner of the bar where our crowd hung out.

I was crushed but not surprised. I had developed a self-image of being unsuccessful with women ever since my first girlfriend, Ellen, broke up with me. It was a typical story; I got into taking her for granted and she met someone else during her sophomore year in college. An ill-considered short marriage had done nothing to change my self assessment.

I felt my fortunes improve the second time Caitlin and I went on a date. We were walking to her apartment from the downtown movie theater. Where they were showing "Saturday Night Fever".

"I'm going to have that song, 'Stayin' Alive', in my head all the way home," I said.

"And you have a long drive."

"Unless I had a place to stay."

She just said, "Uh-huh", like that was unlikely.

But when we got to her second-floor apartment, we bypassed her living room and went directly to her bed. Her clothes came off easily and I caressed her slight body, her small breasts and bottom. When I guided her hand to my hard cock, she caressed it like a friendly but unfamiliar animal. She let me enter her as if she were reserving judgement.

She told me later I was her second man. She said she was fond of the bed in her apartment because it was where she lost her virginity. She never told me who he was, but I liked him for giving her a pleasurable introduction to sex.

Caitlin had a positive sex attitude. Part of our foreplay became reading articles to each other from her Cosmo magazines : "What Does he Think of your Orgasm Face?" (Do women really worry about this? In any case, her orgasm face was adorable), "How Many Men is the Right Amount?" (she said, "Just as many as the number of women my husband had."). She was curious about trying different positions. She had no hesitation about performing oral sex. After I taught her to cover her teeth with her lips, she became very good at it. Her mouth was small, so she couldn't take me in very far, but she made up for it with her attention to the head of my shaft. She liked what I did to her too.

Despite this, Caitlin was at first shy about showing her body. She reserved nakedness for the bed and the bathtub and would put on a bathrobe to walk from one to the other. An outing in the woods got her over her need to cover up.

On a beautiful, unseasonably warm, October Sunday I proposed a hike in the state forest about ten miles from where she lived. Caitlin was not a hiker, but she put on her oldest pair of designer jeans and a light pullover. We used the backpack I used for an overnight bag to carry a thin blanket, two cans of soda, and some snacks. I was pleased that there were no other cars parked near the unmarked trailhead. The trail went through a flat reforested area and didn't provide any views, so it wasn't a popular hiking spot.

Caitlin was game for a walk, although I worried that her light low-cut sneakers weren't appropriate for the trail. When we came to a natural meadow bounded by rocky outcrops, I stopped and faced her.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. But are we just going to keep walking?"

I took her in my arms and held her close to me. Looking past her, I saw a hillock that rose up behind a little rockface.

"Let's take a rest on that outcropping."

I held her hand and we went across the meadow. The ground was soft but dry underneath - it must have been a marsh in the spring. I led her around the rockface and helped her climb up a steep slope through some evergreens and bare oaks. At the top we found a large flat rock covered by moss.

"This is a good spot," I said. Caitlin just smiled and took another kiss. She seemed to be waiting to see what I had in mind.

We spread her incongruously pink blanket over the moss and stood beside it. I put my hands on the waist of her jeans. Caitlin was so thin that her belt stood out a bit from her belly, forming a gap between her pelvic bones. I took this as an invitation to slide one hand down on top of her panties.

"I thought that's what you had in mind," she chuckled.

I knelt and removed her little sneakers, then sat to unlace and take off my boots. She stood stroking the top of my head while I did that. I stood up and we stepped to the center of the blanket.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked, smiling.

I kissed her and raised her pullover up over her arms. Her bra unsnapped in front between the small cups, so it was easy to remove and reveal her pretty little breasts. I kissed each nipple. She unbuttoned my flannel shirt and pushed it off my shoulders.

When we hugged again, feeling our bare skin against each other, she asked, "What do we do if someone comes?"

"We just hunker down behind the trees."

I undid her belt and, after figuring out some rather complicated buttons, undid her jeans and slid them down. She stepped out of them and I took off her ankle socks. I was kneeling in front of her when I slid her panties part way down. I kissed her pubic patch and moved my tongue down between her wet labia. She held my head tight against her so I kept licking.

When I stood up I took in her whole nakedness, her slender body standing there among the trees on the big rock. To me, a skinny woman can be very sexy. Certainly Caitlin was.

Caitlin soon got my jeans and underwear off. She stroked my erection and held me in her mouth while I stood there wearing only my thick socks. It enjoyed how it felt, but after a while, I began to feel a bit embarrassed about my socks. She laughed when I asked her to take them off. She kept her lips around the head of my shaft and reached down with one hand to slide them off.

When we lay down, the blanket felt quite soft over the moss. I rolled on my back and took her on top of me. We kissed and she adjusted her pelvis just right and she took me deeply into her. We fucked wonderfully, her slight weight on top of me and her vagina holding me tightly. It was like she was trying to get maximum pleasure from it. It was like a contest between my trying to hold off my orgasm and her trying to bring it on. After I came, I rolled her over and brought her off with my mouth, leisurely tasting the mixture of her juices and my come while watching the sunlight dapple over her pretty body.

I liked making love outdoors again. With my first girlfriend Ellen, all our lovemaking was outdoors. Ellen and I made having sex a fun exploration. We had learned that a good way to shorten my refractory period between erections was to take a walk in the nude.

Now I lay on the blanket stroking Caitlin's back while she rested her head on my chest. She felt my body, my chest and stomach and, eventually, down to my limp penis.

"He's tired out, the poor thing."

"He'll come back to life," I said. "Let's go for a walk."

She raised her head and looked at me. "Like this?"

"Yep, let's walk across the meadow, just as we are."

"Someone's bound to come then."

"Then we will scamper into the woods like deer."

"You do it."

"Alright. You'll be happy I did when I get back."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

I rolled out from under her and stood up. She looked at me like she thought I was crazy. She reached up to squeeze my soft penis and said, "It's kind of nice this way."

I took her hand away gently and stepped off the blanket. I moved carefully towards the slope, avoiding rocks and sticks. I was almost down the slope when Caitlin called out, "Wait for me!"

She came carefully down off the outcropping, looking very pretty as she made her way naked through the trees. Near the bottom she almost lost her balance and ran down the slope to keep from falling. I caught her laughing in my arms and we hugged.

We walked hand-in-hand across the meadow. The ground was soft underfoot, although a little cool. We were halfway across when a a buck with a fine set of antlers came out of the woods. We stopped and looked at each other quietly, us and the deer. He seemed to sense that we posed no threat, naked as we were and carrying no weapons. The buck casually turned and merged back into the woods.

Our little walk had its effect. We didn't make it all the way back to the slope before Caitlin noticed my erection. We hugged at the base of the small cliff, and she knew what to do when I turned her around. She leaned on her hands against the rock and I entered her from behind, sliding my strong cock into her wonderful slippery vagina. I reached around and made little circles around her clitoris with my fingers, causing her to push back against me when she came. If there had been anyone else in the woods, they would certainly have heard her cry. It silenced all the birds for a while.

Afterwards, we climbed up the hill and lay together on her pink blanket. Caitlin rested her head on my arm and wondered, "Do you think that buck is still watching us?"

Caitlin wasn't shy about being bare after our walk in the woods. The weather turned chilly after that, ruling out any more naked outdoor excursions. But she no longer was shy about being bare, happily taking off her clothes for me even without me asking.

We lived thirty miles apart and we alternated visits at first. At the end of December, my friends the Caseys went on sabbatical, and I moved to their farm. Since that entailed dog-sitting responsibilities for their border collie Jake, Caitlin and I spent our weekends after that at the farm. We had a very nice New Year's celebration there, just the two of us and Jake near the wood stove. In fact, we spent most of our weekends indoors.

On snowy Sunday morning at the end of January, we drove into town for Sunday brunch at McLean's Inn. There was some event going on at the college, se we were lucky to get a table. When I noticed a couple of middle-aged men turn their heads towards the lobby, I followed their gaze. Sharon was standing there with a slight smile on her face, tall and elegant in a shimmering black blouse and tight jeans. Jim was with her. I waved to them to take the two vacant chairs at our table.

Sharon was the editor of our Vermont town's weekly newspaper. The owner hired her three years before, despite her being a recent New York City transplant and under thirty at the time. She had extensive writing and editing experience and was willing to accept the low salary. Sharon impressed the community by turning the sleepy advertising rag into something that people looked forward to reading.

Jim was a local, working in his family's auto shop. He was an inch or two shorter than Sharon, but he had the build a guy could get from years lifting heavy engine parts into place.

It was obvious Sharon and Jim had spent the night at the Inn, not just because they weren't wearing their winter coats. They appeared to be in a state of postcoital bliss. Caitlin saw it too, winking at me and pressing her leg against mine under the table.

Jim and Sharon's relationship was new, and it was complicated because Sharon's husband was still coming and going. It was Caitlin who, when we were getting up to leave, suggested I let them use the spare bedroom at the farm sometimes, so they didn't have to pay for a hotel.

They took us up on it. The morning after the first night they stayed with us, we were enjoying my pancakes when Caitlin started teasing Jim.

"You were sure making a lot of noise last night. What was Sharon doing to you?"

Jim looked embarrassed. "Caitlin, you're not supposed to listen."

"You make it hard not to," Caitlin grinned.

The four of us had quite a few convivial breakfasts together. In March, Sharon baked a cake for Caitlin's birthday. It actually wasn't until then that I fully understood that I'd been sleeping with a nineteen-year-old.

On the first warm night of spring, after Sharon's husband had left for good, Sharon had us all over to her place in the country. She was in a celebratory mood. We had beers and burgers and a game of barefoot volleyball. After the first match, she teasingly suggested we start playing for higher stakes.

"Like what?" Jim asked.

"For our clothes," Sharon said.

We all thought that sounded like fun.

We played couples. Jim lost the first rally trying to return a ball he should have let go.

Caitlin and I cheered. "Okay," Caitlin called to them, "Now you have to lose something." Jim shrugged, yanked off his tee shirt, and tossed it aside. Sharon said, "It's just clothes," and pulled her shorts down over her black panties.

But Caitlin and I were the first to lose all our clothes. I flubbed a relay from her into the net. We hugged each other's bare bodies to loud whistles from the other two. We hugged again when we scored to get Sharon and Jim out of their underclothes. They embraced on their side of the net, Jim's hands squeezing Sharon's lovely rump. Both women were small on top but very nice to look at. Sharon was slender but not as skinny as Caitlin.

Sharon said she wanted to play another game "in the raw", as she put it. "I like seeing your bits flop around."

"Aren't they cute?" Caitlin said.

We played a game naked. It was a joy watching Sharon and Caitlin's long bodies stretched out full as they jumped for the ball. I think Jim and I bumped into our partners more than would happen by accident.

When the emerging mosquitoes drove us indoors, I expected we would retrieve our clothes when we went inside, but Sharon took Jim's hand and led him naked to cuddle with her on the couch. Caitlin got on my lap naked in an easy chair. Everyone was soon making soft moans of arousal. Although it was tough to break it off, Caitlin and I eventually decided it was time to head home and let Jake out.

Sharon called in the morning, and Caitlin and I came over again the next night. We again played nude volleyball and cuddled afterwards, and that night we didn't leave early. When we saw Sharon pull Jim on top of her on the sofa, Caitlin straddled me on the easy chair and took me into her. All of us made louder and more impassioned noises. I watched Sharon's face, intense and determined, as she pushed up against Jim.

We enjoyed exciting weekends, having sex in Sharon's living room with one lamp glowing. If it rained, or was just too buggy, we skipped the volleyball, shared dinner and had sex with our partners in the same room. Caitlin, who had once been so shy about being naked, was at least as enthusiastic about it as I was. We would hang out naked after the sex, kidding each other about the happy expressions on our faces. At midnight, we dressed and gave each other goodnight hugs.

Then one night Sharon strode over to Caitlin and me while we were all still bare and gave each of us a long hug. I felt my arousal return feeling Sharon move naked against me for the first time. Jim and Caitlin tightly embraced until Sharon said, "Get a room, you two." Jim and I didn't hug, just squeezed a shoulder.

As we drove home, Caitlin hummed softly to herself. "I think Jim likes you too," I said.

Caitlin giggled. "I could see Sharon got you pretty excited."

It was the following weekend that we first had sex as a group. Sharon was on top of Jim on the sofa, leaning forward with her hands on his muscular chest. Caitlin and I were in the easy chair again. Caitlin rubbed my erection against her pussy, and then turned around in my lap so her back was to me. She reached down to guide me into her. Jim started watching Caitlin and stopped thrusting against Sharon. Sharon looked up to see what was happening, and then followed Jim's gaze.

Sharon's eyes met mine and she smiled. Caitlin laughed nervously and said, "You're not supposed to look."

"You make it hard not to," Jim said.

Caitlin and I used this position in front of a mirror at my house, so I knew what Jim was seeing. Caitlin's mouth would be open, and her eyebrows would be raised as she moved up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her, a flush coloring her chest.

It excited me to have Sharon and Jim watching us from the sofa. I held Caitlin's pelvis to keep her on top of me, but she showed no sign that she wanted to stop what she was doing.

Sharon sat back on her legs on the sofa, and Jim swung around to sit up. He was smiling at Caitlin. I couldn't see Caitlin's face, but I thought she was looking at him. She was leaning forward with her hands on my knees, with her head up facing him.

Sharon stood up and touched Jim's shoulder. "Let's join them," she said.

Caitlin made a noise of surprise. "What are you doing?"

Sharon and Jim crossed the floor. Jim's erection glistened with Sharon's juices. They stood there, Jim directly in front of Caitlin, Sharon a little closer to me. Sharon bent over and took Caitlin's right hand. "Caitlin, can I have your hand?"

Caitlin let her, like she was in a daze. She stopped moving on top of me. Sharon moved Caitlin's hand slowly, gently over to Jim, and Caitlin hesitated, then tentatively began moving the tips of her fingers along his shaft. Jim leaned in and they kissed. Then Sharon and I were kissing, my hand feeling her body, her back down to her smooth bottom.

Jim moved in, his cock close to Caitlin's face, one hand caressing her hair. Sharon placed her hand between Caitlin's shoulder blades, inviting her to bend over. Caitlin had her fingers wrapped loosely around Jim's cock, moving them slightly up and down.

Caitlin turned to look back at me. She seemed uncertain, her small mouth slightly open. "Do you want me to?" she whispered.

I leaned over and kissed her back, just above Sharon's hand. I didn't know what I was going to say to her until I said it. "Yes. I want you to, Caitlin." I was excited, but I think I was also swayed by what Sharon obviously wanted.

Caitlin turned back to Jim and bent down. I couldn't see, but I could tell from the look on his face that she had taken him into her mouth. Her lips wouldn't be able to go down very far on his thick shaft, but Jim was in heaven from what she was doing with her tongue. Sharon had a good view, watching with a gentle smile on her lips.

I had my arm around Sharon's waist and pulled her closer to me. She put one knee on the arm of the chair and raised herself so that I could kiss her salty labia. I went between licking between her mounds and moving my tongue around her clitoris. I heard her murmuring slowly, "Yes Carl. Yes Carl! Yes Carl!!" Caitlin realized that she still had me in her vagina and resumed moving up and down on my shaft. With one hand holding Jim's cock in her mouth, she reached down between her legs with the other. She gathered my balls in her hand for a moment, then let go of them and started pleasuring herself. Jim let out a sharp groan.

All their orgasm faces were wonderful.

Jake was pretty annoyed with us by the time I got home to let him out.

That was our introduction to the excitement and pleasures of group sex, at least for Caitlin and me.

We had threesomes or foursomes or sometimes just changed partners whenever we got together. We learned from each other, from Sharon's sensuous moves and Caitlin's cheerful curiosity. Caitlin and I always had fantastic sex when we got home.

When our group activity gave Sharon the idea of having biweekly parties, we were all excited to join her in coming up with an invitation list. Aside from Renee, almost everyone we invited wanted to come.

At the first party in June, I was thrilled I was to watch naked Caitlin flirting with other naked men. There was just a few of us at that party. I spent most of the evening in the guest bed with our friend Ruth, whose full breasts and lovely curves provided variety to Caitlin's lean body.

The next morning, holding Caitlin in our own bed with Jake sleeping on the floor, I asked her who she had sex with.

"Do you really need to know?" she asked.

After that, I never asked.

As the weeks went on, we invited more people, all of them carefully considered. Some just enjoyed a chance to practice nudity for a couple hours, and some liked to say for the sex. I started bringing Jake along so Carol and I could stay afterwards in Sharon's guestroom. Jake was very nonchalant with all the naked people, but he really got a kick out of nude frisbee.

As we got into August, I noticed that Caitlin and Jim seemed to spend most of their time at the parties with each other. I will always remember her looking very sweet, standing in a doorway facing him, smiling while she toyed with his erection.

Still, Sharon and I felt stupidly blindsided when, on a Saturday between parties, Caitlin and Jim informed us separately that they had decided what they really wanted was to be monogamous with each other.

Maybe Sharon wasn't blindsided. Maybe she planned to have things work out that way.