The Singles

IMOGEN I passed most of the next few days in a haze. My mind and body were buzzing over my wild experience at the beach and then after. I could still hardly believe it. I had just had a threesome. A threesome! I mean, seriously, who actually has a threesome?! I still wasn't sure what had come over me at the beach. I had been a little irritated at Darren and Melissa for abandoning me the second I dozed off on the blanket. How was I to know they were fucking when I swam up to them? They were completely still, neck-deep in the water, apparently just relaxing, until Melissa's face gave it away. Somehow, instead of being mortified by catching them out, I had been massively turned on. Maybe it was because of my wild night with Darren; I still got turned on just talking to him and being around him, and my thoughts frequently drifted to the possibility of repeating that experience. Add to that the fact that I was completely nude on the beach for the first time, and I guess I was pretty aroused to begin with. After that, we all had become caught up in the moment, and just went with it. Unfortunately, I was more or less alone with my thoughts for the next couple days. Darren still kept a separate apartment for his days with his kids (he preferred to keep his "single" and "family" activities separate) and for a few different reasons I really didn’t want to bring it up with Melissa right then; I wanted to get her and Darren together for a chat. Instead, I tried to focus on work, but that still left me with my evenings in the house with Melissa and the proverbial elephant in the room. Fortunately, I was saved from my awkwardness by Audrey, who called on Monday to ask when she could start moving in. Since there was already a bedroom ready for her, I told her she could start immediately; in fact if she wanted some help... Audrey accepted, of course. I almost regretted my offer when I got to her place; I had been unable to visualize how much stuff can be in a five-person house! Still, we dug in fiercely, sorting things for "storage", "move", and "later". It took two evenings to load up her bedroom, but we were in the zone, so we kept packing, and by the end of the week we had enough extra boxes and tubs to fill a storage unit, as well as a pile of "common area" stuff to move once the main-floor rec room was complete. While we worked, we talked. I learned about her late husband. Her three kids. Twenty-five years of child-rearing, including birthdays, after-school events, parent-teacher sessions, boyfriends/girlfriends and broken hearts. And how lonely it can be when it's all gone. And here I was at 36, and I hadn't experienced any of it. And yet it was Audrey who was hoping for new experiences! I guess the more you live your life, the more you can't stand to see any of it just slip away unlived. Food for thought. We pulled up to the house about 9:00 with the last load: just Audrey and her essentials. Darren had been back for a couple days; he and Melissa were just finishing up supper, and they waved us in. "It looks like you're officially moved in," Darren smiled at Audrey. He waved at the pots on the stove. "Have you eaten? Help yourself if you're hungry, we made lots." "We ate, thanks," Audrey answered. "And thank you for the welcome! It will be nice having a full house again, but I suspect having housemates will be a little different from living with family!" That last was said with a grin and a twinkle; I assumed she had deduced that there would be a degree of "naughtiness" in this house that she hadn't lived with before. "It's been a rough week. I think I might settle into a bathtub and rest my old bones." "You stop that," I chided her. "You're no older than the rest of us. Who cares what the numbers say?" "Seconded!" Melissa added. "Hey, instead of a plain old boring bath, you should try out the hot tub! Darren and I were already planning on going for a soak, you guys should join us. Just head on up, I'll grab the wine and join you." Audrey agreed, and we headed upstairs while Darren finished clearing the table. "So," she asked me when we reached the upstairs master room and I started to pull off my shirt, "what's the dress code up here? The same as you were wearing first time I met you?" I blushed at the memory. "Whatever you're comfortable with. We don't have any rules like that here, although we don't typically bother with swimsuits. Hell, we were all naked at the beach on Saturday; no point in covering up at home without good reason." I had removed my blue jeans as well and was working on my bra. I stopped suddenly. "You're not too uncomfortable with that, are you? We can accommodate if you like..." "No, no, don't change anything on account of me," Audrey assured me. "Just do what you always do. This is just...a little new to me." She flashed me one of her lovely smiles. "Remember, part of the reason I'm here is to try new things, remember?" With that, she began peeling off her own clothes. She giggled slightly, holding one arm across her chest and the other hand over her bush as she scurried across the deck to the tub, relaxing once she was safely under the cover of the water. I settled in beside her. "It's almost completely private out here, so you don't have to worry about spying neighbours," I reassured her. "But you're a lot braver than I was. Darren and Melissa dragged me to the nude beach as my initiation. Without warning me in advance, I might add. I kinda freaked on them at first. You get used to it though. Melissa stole my top later that day, then a while later we hit the hot tub, and I decided to give it a shot." I settled into the water up to my chin and let my feet float for a minute. "Now I'm converted; definitely the best way to enjoy the beach or the hot tub." At that moment, Darren and Melissa wandered out onto the patio carrying the wine and snacks. I hopped quickly out of the tub to take the trays and glasses and distribute them while they began undressing. Clearly they had had the same thought I had; Melissa had a conservative two-piece on under her robe, and Darren was wearing a pair of lined trunks, but upon seeing my state of undress, both smiled and stripped to their skins to join us. "Glad to see our preferred swimwear doesn't bother you," Melissa said to Audrey. "I'm getting used to it," Audrey smiled back. "Besides, I was forewarned by Imogen's little show the first day I met you guys. Don't worry, I'm willing to try just about anything that looks like fun." They climbed in opposite Audrey and me. It occurred to me that we almost looked like two couples in the tub; Darren and Melissa shoulder-to-shoulder on one side of the tub, and Audrey and I sitting almost as close on the other. Audrey was one of those people who liked close proximity when socializing; it had been a little awkward for me at first, but after a couple days working together I was used to the reduced perception of personal space. And the frequent touches. Nothing inappropriate, she just tended to touch everyone more that I was used to, and I do mean everyone. People she encountered at the store, the guy delivering the food, everyone got a touch on the arm, the shoulder, an arm around the waist. So I smiled in mild amusement at the illusion we could have presented, especially when Audrey would wave her arms to illustrate something, and when she dropped her arms back under the water, her hand would settle on my knee as often as her own. The four of us settled into an easy conversation for a while, mostly about Audrey, although each of us shared a few things about ourselves. As the talk was gradually replaced by relaxed silence, Melissa gave Darren a nudge and a significant look, and the two stood, treating Audrey and I to another look at their wonderful nudity (I was really starting to enjoy looking at my housemates!). "We're turning in," Darren announced. I bet they were. "Can we grab you anything first?" "No, you two go enjoy yourselves," I replied, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. I had been itching for a little "alone time" with Darren, but it seemed Melissa had beaten me to the punch again. They waved goodnight and headed downstairs. Audrey turned to me once they were gone. "Those two are together? I thought this was a house full of singles." "They're not a couple, not really," I answered her. "They just enjoy each other's company, if you know what I mean. Melissa keeps saying he's up for grabs, but hardly ever lets anyone else get a turn," I grumbled, then suddenly stopped, worried I'd said too much. Instead, Audrey nodded as if I'd just confirmed a suspicion. "You guys are single, and you like to mingle," she mused. "Nothing wrong with that, I guess. But if I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous." I thought about her question for a moment. "Not really," I pondered. "I mean, if they'd say they were a couple instead of just acting like it, it wouldn't bother me. But he hardly looks at me. Thing is," I continued," they're old friends, plus they were playing around together before they decided to take on roomies. Still, I wish she'd back off a little bit, or just admit they were together, instead of leaving him dangling in front of me like that." "If they're always together, maybe you should just ask to join them," Audrey said, then lowered her eyes as if shocked by her own suggestion. "I did that once, actually," I confessed carefully. "Joined them, I mean. It just kinda happened spontaneously after the beach last weekend. Haven't really been able to talk to Darren since." Audrey didn't reply, but it seemed now that I was going, I couldn't hold back what had been running through my mind all week. "I just...feel like the 'extra' sometimes. They pretend they're not a couple, but it's always the two of them and, oh yeah, Imogen too. It's little things too, like the way they're outfitting the spare master as a 'playroom'. I had no part of that decision. Even after the three of us in bed together...when we were done, they cuddled up together and left me on the edge of the bed staring at Melissa's back. I even asked them if they really wanted me hanging around or if I should leave; all Darren had to say was 'Sure, go ahead'. Makes me feel like I was just there to spice up their bedroom time." Audrey was watching me carefully as my rant drew to a close. "Sounds to me like you need to be a little pushier if you want a piece of the action," she said finally. "Did you notice it was Melissa who suggested they head to bed? I'll bet if you'd asked first, I'd be talking to her right now, instead of you." She continued before I could speak my next thought. "Do you think Melissa would object? She's the one who keeps insisting they're not exclusive, so either you'd get your turns, or she'd have to admit she wants him to herself. Although the real solution," she said, watching my reaction intently, "would be to increase your options, instead of you two fighting over the same partner." "Well, we do still have more bedrooms to rent, as soon as they're finished," I said. "You're suggesting I import another cock for my own personal use?" She laughed at my half-joking suggestion. "That's a long-term solution," she said. "And not a bad idea; Darren has to be feeling a little out-numbered. But I had a more immediate option in mind." She had turned her body to face me by this point, resting her right arm on the edge of the tub, and she reached her left hand across her body to take over the resting spot on my knee. I was suddenly intensely aware of just how close we were to each other. "What do you mean?" I asked nervously, fighting to keep my voice even. "I mean Darren isn't the only option here if you want to enjoy yourself." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, our heads only inches apart. I was starting to get uncomfortable, but I found myself unable to move away. "I'm not...I'm not a lesbian," I blurted out, hoping I wasn't offending her. "Well, neither am I, love," she answered, her accent coming through a bit stronger suddenly. I realized she was nervous as well. "But when I decided to get back 'into the game' as they say, I realized that more and more people are ignoring things like labels and boundaries." Her hand crept back onto my thigh. "When they want to have a little fun, they do whatever feels good, without worrying what others might think of them. And part of my reason for coming here was to experience new things." She stopped and looked me in the eye. "Right now," she said intently, "there's something I'd like to experience." I was paralyzed. What she was proposing was something I'd never considered, and long habit wanted me to get up and leave right then and there. But there was something else; my body wanted some attention, and the alcohol, Audrey's confession, and her gentle touch were combining to have a definite effect on me. I recalled my encounter with Darren and Melissa, all the times Melissa and I had touched, the way she'd held me in the water while Darren gave me the deep penetration that had driven me over the edge, the way our bodies had pressed together from time to time in bed afterward. There had been no particular desire for her, but her touch had been...pleasant. Enjoyable. Exciting. And now a different woman was touching me in a similar fashion, and again I was getting excited in spite of myself. My other option was my fingers, toys, and my imagination. "I've never..." I muttered into Audrey's face. "I don't think I'd even know what to do..." "I've never done this either," she admitted. "But I'm in the mood for something, and the man of the house is busy. I think I want to try something new, and if it feels good, why should we worry about labels?" Her hand slid up my thigh until her fingertips brushed my pussy lips, and then suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. It started on the cheek, then back toward my ear, and slowly, oh so slowly, working her way down to my neck. I shivered in spite of the heat of the tub, and my legs parted slightly, encouraging her to touch me again. She stroked my hair as her lips caressed the line of my jaw, her other hand gently parting my lower lips and stroking me gently with practiced precision. "You lie," I gasped as she found my sweet spot. "You've done this before." "Only on myself," she assured me. "But I see the same things work for you that work for me." Her middle finger quivered on my clit, causing my hips to buck upward. Contrary to my own uncertainty, my body had no doubts about what it wanted: more of what it was getting right now. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax and just enjoy the touch, focussing on the sensation alone. It worked, and my body responded quickly to her touch; the fact that my partner was a decade and a half older than me -- and female -- faded from importance, and I started to moan, tweaking my nipples for added stimulation as Audrey continued her gentle teasing. Her head moved down to my chest, her soft lips engulfing my nipple while her fingers continued to work my clit. It all became too much, and I grabbed her wrist, holding her hand tightly against my crotch as I came, grunting in pleasure as my body released my pent-up tension. It was exquisite, but it was not enough. Uncertainty vanished as I carefully pulled away from her and got to my feet. "Come with me," I told her, offering my hand. She took it and rose from the tub, and I took a moment to actually look at her body. A few inches shorter than me, a bit overweight -- not unexpected for a woman her age, and certainly not unpleasantly so -- generous boobs on par with my own, and some extra padding in the bottom half that likely let her fill out a skirt like nobody's business. Water droplets gleamed on her dark skin as I stood there and really admired a woman's body for the first time without wondering what it meant about me. A smile took over my face, drawing an answering one from Audrey, and I led her downstairs. We stopped for a moment in the hallway when we saw light through the open door to the spare bedroom, but a quick glance -- and the slapping and grunting noises clearly audible from where we stood -- told us Darren and Melissa were far too busy to wonder why were both wandering naked into my room, or even notice that we were, for that matter. Audrey hesitated as I continued down the hall, and I had to give her arm a bit of a tug to drag her away from the sight. We didn't even bother drying off when we got to my room; we just climbed onto the bed, still wet, and embraced. This time it was my lips on her neck, my hand on her thigh, my mouth licking and sucking on her lovely mounds as she gasped in pleasure, but Audrey soon took the lead again, pushing me onto my back and sliding down between my thighs. Her lips and tongue were electric, sending jots through me from the first time they made contact with my dripping pussy. I was unbelievably turned on, and when she opened me up and ran her tongue up the length of my slit, I wrapped my legs around her, mashing my snatch against her face. "Enough teasing," I managed to say. "I need it. Get in there and give it to me. Please." Audrey wasted no time obliging me, pressing her lips harder against me, digging in more vigorously with her tongue. I bucked and moaned, and when she slid a finger inside I almost came again. I grabbed the back of her head, holding her tightly against me, but my orgasm was just out of reach. As she dug her fingers deeper inside me, I suddenly knew what I needed. "Wait," I said, pushing her roughly off me and sliding off the bed. Reaching under the bed, I grabbed my toy box and stood, scattering the contents recklessly across the blankets. I climbed back onto the bed, pressing a mid-sized rubber cock into her hand, then lay back and spread my legs again. "Please. Fill me," I almost begged. Audrey's mouth immediately returned to my clit, and just as I was about to beg again, I felt the dildo enter me. "Yeeeesssssssss," I moaned, unable to contain the exclamation. She twisted it inside me, drawing a sudden yelp of pleasure at the unexpected sensation. She began a slow, steady pumping motion, the continuing pressure of her tongue on my clit proving a wonderfully stimulating counterpoint, the combination driving me to new heights. My moans grew louder, far beyond my capacity to control them as Audrey increased the pace, and when she locked her lips around my clit and sucked hard, angling the head of the rubber cock up onto my g-spot at the same time, I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm finally hit me. At last, the rush washed over me and I gently pushed Audrey's head away from my oversensitive crotch. She smiled up and me, holding up the dildo. "My turn?" she asked almost shyly. She rolled over onto hands and knees as I took it from her, but then my eye fell on another item on the bed, and I had a better idea. For the first time, I clipped the strap-on to the outside of the harness and took position behind Audrey on the bed. I rubbed my hand between my legs, collecting some of my own wetness to lubricate the tip of the toy, then carefully pushed it into Audrey's pussy. She was tight, and it took a lot more effort than I expected, but her soft sigh as it entered her told me it was just what she was after. I withdrew and pushed back in, more quickly this time, falling into a slow, comfortable fucking rhythm. I was surprised, not only by how natural the motion felt, but also by its effect on me; I had never realized that in this position, the base of the dildo would press against me with every thrust, giving my clit a thorough massage even as I continued to thrust inside Audrey. I reached around her leg and played with her clit as best I could, trying to increase her pleasure as I felt myself working toward orgasm for a third time. I was grunting with arousal, grunting with exertion as I pumped as hard as I could, slapping my thighs against hers with every thrust. I began to lose control, my thrusts became more erratic, and at last I pushed against her as hard as I could, grinding my clit against the nubs on the base of the dildo, and groaned as I came one more time. I suddenly understood why the men I'd been with had always collapsed on top of me after giving me a good pounding. The exertion followed by my own orgasm had left me exhausted, so I let the dildo slide out of Audrey's wet hole and flopped down on the bed beside her, scattering the rest of my collection in all directions. Audrey eased herself down beside me with a smile. "You seem to have enjoyed that," she winked at me. I nodded weakly in response. "I did too, definitely something I'm game to try again. It was certainly...different. I'm not sure if it's entirely the experience of being with a woman, or if sex is always different when it's just for fun." "It was fun," I agreed. I've noticed as well being here with these guys; when sex is about relaxing and having fun rather than trying to keep it 'intense and passionate' or trying to meet certain expectations, it really changes it. We definitely have to do this again." I looked at her as a sudden realization hit me. "You didn't get yours did you? You didn't come?" Her face told me I had guessed right. I immediately pushed myself up and moved to slide my hand between her thighs. "God, I'm sorry. Here, let me..." Audrey stopped me and motioned me back down on the bed. "Don't worry about it, love. I've been chasing that wagon for more than thirty years, there's no pressing need for me to catch it tonight. But who knows, maybe next time." We lay there chatting and caressing each other gently for a few more minutes before she got up and headed off to her own bedroom. As I lay there naked on my bed surrounded by my scattered sex toy collection, I realized the house was silent, meaning Darren and Melissa had finished what they were doing as well. I wondered idly if they'd heard us and guessed what was going on. I was surprised to realize that I really didn't care if they had.