The Singles

DARREN Melissa and I spent a lot of time over the next few days discussing options and laying out a "game plan". There were several details we needed to hammer out, such as how much space we would need to combine our households with limited compromise, and the rules and limitations on our "benefits" situation. Price would be a factor as well, even though we were both financially comfortable enough that we didn't expect that to be a tremendous issue. Location that would be convenient for us both. How to handle shared expenses such as utilities, laundry detergent, groceries, etc. One evening, after several hours of debate amidst the remains of Vietnamese take-out, Melissa finally lost her cool. "Dammit, Darren!" she yelled at me. "You're not married any more. Stop acting all pussy-whipped and insist on something! Being single means never having to give up on what you really want. Remember that." She was right of course. Compromise had become a way of life for me. Not that I begrudged anything I had ever given up for Tanis' sake. Far from it; I truly didn't mind making sacrifices to make her happy. Melissa's point was that I didn't have to make anyone happy now except myself, and that I wasn't going to offend her by making demands. She was certainly holding nothing back on her side of the negotiating table, bringing a whole laundry list of requirements in terms of space, class, and amenities. "One other thing I think is a necessity," she said later that night, taking a break from sucking my dick in order to take up a conversation thread we'd left behind hours before, "is three bedrooms. It gives us a neutral place as an option, rather than always having to decide, 'my place or yours'. Not that we'd only use that room, but I think it would be important to have that option." "I hadn't thought of that," I answered thoughtfully as she got back to the task at hand. "It's a good idea though. Especially since we can then equip that room specifically as our playroom without throwing off the decor of our own private spaces." I paused as she moved upward to straddle my hips, helping her position herself as she mounted me, sliding carefully down on my cock and starting a nice comfortable rocking motion. "I can think of a few items we could add to a room with one primary purpose." "And what kind of 'items' might you be referring to," she asked, bracing her hands on my chest for balance as she continued rolling her hips, drawing a bit of a groan from me before I could form a more articulate answer. "How about a pair of hoops or a bar of some kind hanging from the ceiling," I answered. "I'm sure you'd find that useful at a moment like this, couldn't you?" She gasped her way through a couple stronger thrusts down against me at the thought. "And here I thought you were a good boy. You have a kinky streak, don't you?" "Only thinking about your comfort," I insisted, stopping further conversation by pulling her down on top of me and filling her mouth with my tongue. No additional plans were made that night, although I can't say our time was not spent productively. Apparently thoughts of the types of "special furnishings" we might add to our playroom really got her going, and we experimented with several new positions before drifting off. Our search began the following day, scouting through listings of places for sale or rent. We were in no particular rush, so we decided to take our time and look for a place that met all of our criteria. I was surprised at how different it was from house-hunting with Tanis; amazing how lack of a need to compromise affects a person's outlook. It meant it would be tougher for us to find a place that suited us both, but I had a feeling I'd be much happier with the results. A week passed without any luck. We'd viewed a couple places just to feel like we were doing something, but nothing we saw really seemed to fit. "How about this one?" Melissa asked me with a grin over lunch on Saturday. I took a look at the listing she indicated. "Eight bedrooms. Five bathrooms. Four-car garage. In-ground pool. Two complete master suites. Forty-two hundred square feet. Hm. Looks nice, but are you sure that's enough space for us?" "Smart ass," she answered. "Ok, so that one is a little much, but I was just thinking. We're looking for a 'single life' experience, after all. I was just thinking if we got a bigger house, we could rent out some of the extra rooms; group living would be just like my college days!" "Well..." I began. "Listen, Darren." Melissa had a somewhat annoyed look on her face all of a sudden. "If you're thinking about how other people would interfere with our play time, grow up! It's not like we're going to spend all our time forever having a non-stop sex-fest. As much as I enjoy jumping your bones, there's more to single life than sex. It's freedom. It's friends. It's being your own person." She paused, touching my arm with a softer expression now. "I know you're used to always being part of a pair, but you know I don't want to be stuck to someone all the time. That's why I'm not into serious relationships. And to be honest, this house-hunt we're on is starting to feel like we're pairing up. A bigger house with more people will kill that illusion and let us be singles who happen to be sharing space." Her rant felt like a kick in the stomach, and I realized she was right. After a couple weeks of close contact, I was getting altogether too cozy with her, and I knew it would be all too easy to fall for her at this point, which would be no good for either of us, if I was to be completely honest with myself. If just the thought of sharing "our house" with other people was bugging me, maybe I was already headed down that road. Food for thought. "You're right, of course," I confessed. "Would be good to have a few other faces around." I hoped I managed to keep the sulky tone out of my voice. I definitely had to get my head back into the right zone before I got myself in trouble and lost everything I'd gained so far. "That would definitely expand our choices. Let's look at a few with more bedrooms and see what we can do with that." "I'm glad you agree," she said. "Because I might have a renter for us. One of the ladies at work is looking for a place. They're jacking the rent way up where she is, so she'd like to get out when the lease ends. She doesn't have to move until the end of August, so there's no rush. I can give her a call if you want." "Sure," I said. "We can get together and see if we all get along ok." "Will do. I don't know her all that well, but she seems pretty easy to get along with. Maybe I'll invite her out to the beach." That last was delivered with a wink, leaving me wondering if she actually meant it. We did all get together for coffee a couple days later, and yeah, Imogen seemed pleasant. About my age, maybe between my age and Melissa's. Tall, around 5' 9", with short hair that was currently dyed red. Nicely built, too. A little curvier that Melissa, not as athletic I guess, but definitely easy on the eyes. Anyway, she seemed to really agree with our "single life" philosophy about sharing space while still being fully independent. Still I wanted to know a little more about her before making a commitment of any kind. "Tell you what," I found myself offering. "Why don't you come out to the beach with us this weekend. We can spend the day, see how we all get along together." Melissa almost choked when Imogen agreed immediately. "I'd like that. Haven't been to the beach yet this year, would be good to hang out with you guys before deciding to move in or not." So the hook was set, time to see if she was the open-minded type. Saturday came, and once again, bright and early, the three of us headed out to Patricia Beach. Imogen seemed a bit annoyed by the long hike, but at our insistence there was a great spot worth the hike, she trudged along with us, chatting amicably. We emerged on the beach, where, once again, maybe a dozen people were scattered around without a stitch of clothing in sight, and immediately started setting up. The blanket was laid out and I was just putting up the umbrella when Imogen finally stopped gabbing long enough to notice the naked people. Her reaction was a little more dramatic than Melissa's had been. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She hissed at me. "You couldn't let me know ahead of time so I could say 'Hell, no!' and save us all the walk?" ------------------------------------ IMOGEN "Are you fucking kidding me?" I hissed at that asshole Darren. "You couldn't let me know ahead of time so I could say 'Hell, no!' and save us all the walk?" A nude beach? Seriously?? "Sorry," he mumbled back at me, trying to look apologetic. He almost succeeded. "I'm just so used to this beach that I really didn't even think about it. To me, this is just, 'The Beach'. To be honest, I didn't even bring a suit. Just habit. I suppose we could head back down, I could wear my shorts. But we could at least try it here for a bit. It is, quite honestly, the nicest spot on the beach." He was right about that last part, at least. Most of the beach was scrub brush almost down to the water line. This area was as nice as any spot on Grand Beach. Damned if I'd just accept his word about "forgetting" to bring a suit though. "Hey, go easy on him," Melissa piped in from behind my back. You'll enjoy it out here. It's surprisingly relaxing once you get used to it." I turned to look at her, and holy shit she was completely starkers! I jumped in surprise; she always seemed so conservative at work. "And don't worry. You don't have to get naked if you don't want to. Took me a couple hours to take the plunge first time I was here. Now look at me." I did. Look at her that is. Standing there without a stitch on in front of everyone on the beach. Not even a tiny bit self-conscious. I had to admit, I admired her confidence. Admire, hell. I can't describe how I envied her in that moment. Still...a nude beach?? I weighed my alternatives. Spending the day with a bunch of naked strangers staring at me for being the only non-naked person on the beach, or packing everything up and hiking all the way back to the other end. On the one hand, I hated hiking. On the other hand, I was a little creeped out by the whole naked thing. I took another good look at Melissa. Ok, maybe creepy was a bit too strong a word. And it was a long hike. "You guys owe me a month of free rent for this," I said at last, half joking, half serious. I peeled off the shirt and shorts I was wearing over my two-piece, and sat down on the blanket. Darren was getting undressed right beside me, and I did my best not to watch, but I couldn't help taking a quick peek. Not bad. A little on the slim side for my preference, but altogether not bad to look at. I quickly turned my eyes back to the water as he sat down beside me. Melissa took a spot on my other side, and there I was, sitting on the beach between my two new naked friends. Sure, this was normal. Casual conversation eventually overcame the bulk of my discomfort, and soon enough we were carrying on just as we had on the drive up; if there was one thing you can say about me, it's that I love to talk! Soon enough, we all headed for the water. Melissa and Darren spent a lot of time teasing and splashing each other, making it a little tough for me to believe Melissa's insistence that they weren't a couple. They just seemed a little too casual about putting their hands on each other. I was shaken out of my momentary daydream by a massive splash right in front of me. I gasped at the shock of the cold water in my face, and returned the favour, lunging at Darren to get some water in his face. I regained my balance with Melissa close beside me, and I felt a bit of a tug as she splashed away, laughing. The bitch had untied my top! Now usually, this would have required retaliation in kind, but that wasn't going to work here. Instead I raced after her, dunking her head under the water. "See? I told you it was no big deal," Melissa said as she surfaced. "You seem to be nice and comfortable with the dress code now. You really should try it, you know. You'll be surprised by how nice it feels." I have to admit, as shocked as I was on first arriving there, I had been wondering what it would be like, how it would feel to "go free". And I had been wondering if I could really do it. I mean, being naked was itself no big deal. I slept naked, showered naked. I had been naked in the locker room at the gym in front of others. I had been naked in front of various boyfriends over the years. I hadn't been uncomfortable with my own nudity in a long time, but this was different. This was public, which scared me a bit. "I don't know..." I muttered. "Tell you what," Melissa continued. "We're far from shore, you're chest-deep in water. Hand me your top, enjoy the water for a bit without it, and let me know what you think." I was just in the process of readjusting my top -- held only by the tie at the back of my neck it had gone slightly askew as I chased her, despite my best one-handed efforts to hold it in place. After a brief consideration, I ducked under the water enough to hide myself, untied the strap, and handed the scrap of fabric to Melissa. My generous C-cups promptly bobbed toward the surface -- an odd sensation -- and I swam and floated a few lazy strokes to test the feeling. Wow! It was an intriguing sensation, much different than, say, taking a bath nude. The movement of my body and the water felt like a caress across my skin, and it was indeed highly pleasant. I put my feet back down, facing Melissa with a huge grin on my face. "So what's going on over here, ladies?" Oh crap, Darren! I didn't know where he'd spent the past few minutes, but now he was back. "Imogen's just 'testing the waters'," Melissa blurted out before I could surreptitiously get my top back. "Really? That's awesome," he responded, giving me an appreciative look. Not leering, just...appreciative. "What do you think?" I couldn't help it. In spite of brief embarrassment when he drifted up behind me, my excitement had been building since I handed Melissa my top. I decided to go with it: I ducked down until only my face was above the water, then jumped suddenly, hands up, but spread, exposing my boobs as they popped above the water. "Yaaahhhh!!" I cheered as I flashed my goods at them both. I came back down laughing, and Melissa gave me a quick hug. "You know," I confessed, "that's really not all that bad. And it does feel nice. I still don't think I'm ready to lounge on the blanket all exposed like this though." A few more minutes spent splashing and drifting and Darren stated that he was ready to warm up on the blanket. Melissa and I teased him a bit for his "lack of insulation", but truth was, we were starting to get chilly as well. Still, we felt we had to make a point after our teasing, and I was glad to have Melissa to myself for a few minutes. "So what's the deal with you and Darren? You keep saying you're not a couple, but you can't keep your hands off each other." We were all getting along, and I really needed a place to stay, but the last thing I wanted was to share a house with a couple and be in their way all the time. "We're just friends," she insisted. "We've known each other for years, though. He's recently separated, heading for a divorce, and he's just starting to rediscover the freedom of being single. And you know me; I have too much life to live on my own terms to get tied down in a relationship. That life just isn't for me. We figured getting a bunch of confirmed singles together in a house would be a good way to embrace the single life. Your own private space, but friends around when you feel like hanging out, and no requirement to submit to what someone else wants all the time." She paused as if trying to decide whether or not to say the next thing on her mind. "Darren is a helluva good fuck though, if you ever feel like indulging." "What?!" "Oh come on, we're both grown women here. You've been single a long time, and I'm pretty sure you don't date much, if at all. You must get horny sometimes." I had had a bad breakup about three years earlier, and had sworn off men for a while. I was still a little gun-shy about dating, and not being the one-night-stand kind of girl, it had been a long time since my last encounter with a warm, breathing partner. "I'll keep that in mind," I said noncommittally. "Wait, so you guys..." "We entertain each other whenever we're in the mood," she confessed without a hint of embarrassment. But we had a bit of an argument a few days back; we were starting to get a little too comfortable together, and I wanted to make sure we didn't cross the line and mess everything up. Still, I don't have any claim on him, so he's free to do as he pleases with anyone he wants, same as me. Don't worry about having a jealous roomie if you decide to try him out." "Uh-huh," I mumbled, still not quite believing I was having this conversation. At that moment, a sudden violent shiver hit me, telling me it was time for us to get out of the water as well, so we chatted on less uncomfortable things as we began slowly drifting back to shore. As we climbed a sandbar and the water level dropped, I found it increasingly awkward to keep myself underwater, so I asked Melissa to hand me my top. She gave me a slightly shamefaced look. "Um...well...I seem to have dropped it," she confessed. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and I knew it had been no accident. "You bitch." She earned a good splash for that one. I wasn't really as angry as maybe my words made me sound; I was more annoyed at myself for not seeing it coming. Still, it was a dirty trick. But I had enjoyed the swim too much to be truly pissed off. "Two months free rent! And I call Bullshit on 'dropped'." "Busted," Melissa admitted. "I held onto it for a while to see how you handled being topless out there. You were enjoying yourself so much, I thought I'd challenge you. You ready?" At that she stood up in the waist-deep water, the top of her trimmed bush just peeking over the surface. I had no choice, really, so I took a deep breath and stood up. No one stared. No one pointed at "the topless chick." Of course they didn't. This is no different from the locker room I reminded myself. Just a bunch of people naked in an environment where it's normal to be naked. Except... "Getting into the spirit, I see," Darren commented as we approached the blanket. Judging by his appraisal of my assets, I was surprised that he wasn't hard, or at least getting there. I wondered again how guys controlled themselves around so many naked women. "Not really sure," he told me when I asked. I'm sure if I was staring at someone, thinking of things I could do to her -- you know, all the usual guy thoughts around scantily-clad women -- it would happen, but as it is, there's really nothing sexual about the environment, so no reason to pop a boner. It still happens once in a while, but nude beach etiquette demands I roll over or throw a towel over it or something." He paused to hand me the sunscreen. "Better use this, it doesn't look like that part of you has seen much sun lately." God! I hadn't even thought of that! Last thing I wanted was sunburned tits. I lotioned myself up (felt a little odd sitting in the middle of the beach rubbing my boobs, but whatever) and then laid back to enjoy the sun. We passed the rest of the day chatting, sunning, dozing, and generally enjoying the hell out of the beach. I spent a while checking out the other bodies on the beach, and once again I was amazed at the confidence of those women. I mean, getting naked in front of everyone was one thing for Melissa, with her nice fit little body, but there were women there in their fifties, with all the sags, stretch marks, and extra weight typical of that age, and they were not at all embarrassed to show it all off. I still couldn't picture myself getting completely nude, but I wasn't the only woman keeping her bottoms on, so I felt a lot less out of place than when we first arrived. And feeling the sun and wind on my bare chest felt wonderful. Finally, the time came for us to pack it in. After the time I'd spent almost naked, getting dressed felt almost unnatural, and the hike back to the car seemed even longer than it had on the way out, but I was in such a good mood that I didn't really mind. We stopped for a quick meal on the way home, and the conversation turned to our future living arrangements. "So when do I get to see the place?" I asked. "As soon as we find one," Melissa confessed with a grin. "We'd originally planned on getting a big three-bedroom. That way we'd each have our own space, plus a nice neutral area so we wouldn't have to worry about who was 'visiting' when we felt like getting together. But we figured renting out some space would allow us to get a nicer place." "Well, I have two months left in my lease, so we have that long to find a place. Let me know when you find a possible and I'll check it out with you." We spent a while after that going over a new list of requirements for a house, and by the time they dropped me off at home with a hug and a "welcome to the party" from each of them, it was getting late and I was exhausted from an exciting day. I took a hot shower to rinse off the remnants of the sunscreen and the smell of the beach, and as my hands roamed across my skin, I realized that the freedom and sensuality of being topless at the beach had left me more than just exhausted. When my fingers parted my lower lips almost without my direction, I knew I had business to attend to, so I towelled off quickly and scurried naked to the bedroom. I stretched out on the bed, closed my eyes, and let my hands slowly wander across my body. I massaged my breasts, thinking about the wonderful sensation of the sun on them. I pinched my nipples gently as they stiffened, gasping at the slight jolt of pleasure as I tugged on one. Slowly my hands roamed lower, and I parted my knees to allow myself access. Most of the time when I masturbate (which is frequently; Melissa had been bang-on about me getting horny) I just let my mind drift and go with the feeling. Other times I imagine an anonymous lover exploring my body. That night, thanks to my conversation with Melissa, my lover had a face, and my lips parted with a rush of breath as Darren moved between my legs, trailing his fingertips gently across my womanly parts. When his tongue opened me up and ran gently across my slit, my fingers traced the same path. I grabbed the bottle of lube I kept on the nightstand, wetting my finger to better simulate a tongue before tracing gentle circles around my clit. In my mind's eye, Darren looked up at me from the vee of my thighs, making full eye contact as the flat of his tongue ran across my nub, the tip tickling my most sensitive area, gently at first, then more insistently. I needed better than my fingers. A small bullet-vibe replaced my fingers on my clit as dream-Darren stepped up his oral attentions. My hips rolled with the motion of the vibe, trying to increase the contact, but he teased me, backing off his touch every time I pushed upward. Soon a finger slipped inside me, stretching me slightly in preparation. The dual stimulation was getting me wet very quickly, and a second finger joined the first as I tossed my head to the side, grinding into the pillow as I arched my back in pleasure. Dream-Darren obliged me by tweaking my nipples briefly before returning his attention right where I really wanted it. My body shook as a small orgasm rolled through me, and I wanted more. Three years alone; I had built up a fairly extensive collection for myself. The vibe was set aside as a curved purple dildo came out of the drawer. In my mind's eye, Darren got up on his knees as I sat up, taking his hard cock in my mouth. I slid down on him, and the wonderful sensation as he bumped the back of my throat made me increase my efforts. But I was impatient, and I wanted that wonderful manhood somewhere else. Ever-obedient, my imaginary playmate positioned his hips carefully between my legs and slid his swollen head inside me. My body screamed for him to ram it in, fill me completely, but he held back to build my desire up even further. Inch by inch, he worked his way carefully inside me, drawing an extended groan from my lips. A few long, strong strokes later, and he pulled back again. I pulled the dildo out until only the curved tip was inside me, then angled it upward in search of my elusive g-spot. Dream-Darren's hand slid between us and his fingers once again stroked my clit. I brought the vibe back into play as his fingertips tickled my love-button, and in a wonderful coincidence the angle of his cock succeeded in finding my hidden joy. My hips leapt skyward as the joint stimulation drove me almost to a second orgasm on the spot. I needed more. My pleasure box contained a small strap-on I'd purchased a while back. Not to use on someone else; this one was a two-way, allowing me to attach the 5-inch cock to the inside, and the harness would hold it in place inside me, leaving my clit free to receive external stimulation. I got myself strapped up and knelt on the bed, straddling the pillow and blanket I had hastily thrown to the middle of the bed. I leaned forward, spreading my knees as far as I could, bunching the blanket more and more underneath me until it was in full contact with my exposed clit. This was the closest I had been able to come to simulating riding someone, and in my mind's eye that's what I was doing now, settling down fully onto Darren's rock-hard dick, grinding my mound against his pubic bone. The dildo shifted inside me, massaging my inner folds thoroughly as I rocked my hips around and around on the blanket. My fingers -- Darren's fingers -- worked their way under me, giving me a single hard spot to grind on, bringing my arousal to new heights. I raised myself up on my free hand, driving my hips down hard on the pile of blankets -- Darren's body -- beneath me, and I felt a wave starting to build deep inside me. The vibe replaced my fingers once again as Darren wiggled his fingertip gently, tickling my joy buzzer for maximum stimulation. I moaned long and loud at the sensation, slamming my hips violently, driving Darren's tool deep inside me, the moaning turning to yelps as another orgasm took me, with a third following immediately on its heels. The release was a cushion of ecstasy, glorious yet still leaving me unfulfilled. There was something deeper inside me tonight; no partial effort would satisfy me. I needed full release. I. Needed. MORE. One more item from my collection. A fat nine-incher with a suction cup base. It was the biggest fake cock in my collection; normally I couldn't handle it -- I could easily "bottom out" painfully if I wasn't careful -- but at that moment nothing else was going to satisfy. I was on fire, relaxed, wide open, drenched in a sloppy combination of lube and my own juices, and needing to be filled completely. I stuck the rubber monster to its designated spot on the headboard and backed myself onto it (in a position where, I had learned, my ass stuck out just enough to allow me to take it all) as Darren got up on his knees and speared me from behind. I thrust back against him with long, strong strokes and my hand -- his hand -- mauled my breasts, one after the other, pinching my nipples painfully, or what would have been painfully if I still had any capacity for pain. The vibe was in position again, Darren's magic finger thrumming against my supersensitive clit, and my body was buzzing along with it. My body was consumed at the very brink, rushing with what felt like a continuous mini-orgasm, but there was more inside me. I was grunting like an animal now, slamming my hips violently against the headboard. The headboard was pounding the wall like a drumline, and some remote corner of my brain was worried what the neighbours would think, but the rest of me didn't care; I had more important concerns. The vibe fell, forgotten, to the bed under me. My face was mashed into the blankets, my hips pounding back faster than I would have believed I could move, Darren hammering his cock into me to the hilt, my grunts being replaced with a moan on a steady crescendo. I threw myself back with all the strength left in me, and screamed as the world turned to a blaze of light, three years of sexual frustration bursting as a massive orgasm ripped through my entire body, from my toes to the tips of my hair. My juices squirted out of me, drenching the sheets in a gush like I'd never done before. It seemed to go on forever, an endless flood of bliss that erased the entire world, but after an eternity or two the room came back into focus around me. My body was beyond exhaustion, my muscles ached, and my battered pussy begged for a rest. I slid off the dildo with a soft slurping sound, curling up around the wadded up blanket with a whimper. The touch of the blanket on my pussy triggered a stream of gentle aftershocks as I lay there in a daze, gradually bleeding off the last of my tension. Maybe Melissa had been right, and I needed to a real live person around to take care of my needs from time to time. A thought for another day I thought as I finally drifted off.