First Summer: Zoe's Naked Sex Party

Greg may have thought he was just going to get away with some nice comfortable sex on the mattress; I had other ideas. I was feeling randy and tartish. I wanted something new. I wanted him to take me on the car bonnet. Not knowing my intentions, not being able to see me even with the light spilling from the car and not yet curious enough to come searching for me, I put on my best Dirty Dancing voice.

"Hey lover boy."

"Come here lover boy."

When Greg got out and came around the front of the car he found me with my chest spread over the bonnet and my bum twerking in time to the music carrying from the party. As he approached me I just turned my head towards him and gave him the best come and take me face I could muster while emphasising the movements of my hips even more. Even in the pale light emanating out of the car's cabin the message was unmistakable. Greg came and merged our hips, his shaft tucked neatly between the cheeks of my bum, and joined me in a dance of love as our hips swayed together to the music.

As the dance continued I reached between my legs, grabbed his shaft and guided it into my body; a body that had been wet and open and ready for him for much of the last few hours. Still we danced, joined together now – just the slightest difference between our tempos and sways moving his shaft inside me. Progressively passions were ignited, swaying became by degrees thrusting and we were pounding together to the beat of the music; his finger around my thigh and rubbing my clit in synchronised time.

And oh, it was working beautifully. Every thrust, every slip of his fingers past that oh so sensitive part of my body was driving me towards a climax. A good one it would have been too. But something inside was rebelling. I wanted more. I wanted it different. I wanted to face him; I always preferred to see him as we were making love.

Between groans of pleasure I managed to get out a –

"Wait, stop."

As soon as he did I turned in his arms, hoped softly onto the very front of the bonnet of the car, laid back over the bonnet, wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood close to the front of the car and pushed my crutch meaningfully against his.

As he repositioned himself inside me I arched my back downwards across the front of the bonnet to bring him deeply into me. His finger came back onto my clit. This was harder work for Greg; he was now supporting much of my weight, lifting my lower half up with every thrust. He was grunting and yet there was still a pleasurable overtone to his sounds. I could just make out the features of his face. While his mouth was a grimace of hard effort, his eyes were closed and his forehead had that wonderful look it gets when his deeply into sexual excitement.

For me it was pure unadulterated stimulation; the angle making his shaft push hard against the front of my tunnel, his fingers as always hitting just the spot on my clit. My groans became little squeals of delight, synchronised to his upward thrusts, matching perfectly the timing of his grunts until with little warning I found myself screaming out the unbelievable ecstasy of a mind blowing orgasm. But even as the contractions bore down on Greg's shaft I found myself crying out appallingly loudly –

"Keep going."

"Don't stop."

"More, more."

Normally after I've finished coming Greg repositions himself to maximise his own pleasure and that combined with a bit more grip from me usually gets him there quickly. This time I was being greedy. I wasn't ready for him to go yet. I wanted more; I needed more.

He followed my instructions; the volume and tempo of his grunts increasing with the extra effort and faster pace of his thrusting; his fingers still working my clit, every stroke pushing out once again a little involuntary squeal. This time the rising volume of the squeals gave him more warning of what my body was about to do. With a loud –

"Ahhh....ahhh.....ahhh." the second orgasm washed through me. Within me something changed. I didn't want his stimulation any more, I wanted to embrace him, kiss him, wrap myself around him, but lying out flat on the bonnet I couldn't get any of that, I just had to arch my back and drive myself down as hard as I could on him.

Once he was sure my orgasm had completely finished, Greg stopped thrusting and curled his body over mine, resting for a minute from his exertions even though his shaft was still throbbing in anticipation inside me.

For a moment we were both silent; the only sound being the muted music and hub bub of voices coming from the party. And then we heard a female voice – Kate's to be specific – simply say in a loud conversational tone.

"I heard that."

Another female voice from the tent area chimed in with –

"So did I."

Greg and I dissolved into laughter.

But laughter wasn't a cure for what Greg needed most now. As we recovered our breath, Greg started up a gentle plunging motion again. He stayed curled over my body, his mouth on one of my nipples. I gripped him more firmly inside me and put a hand around his head as he added to his enjoyment by amusing himself with my nipple. He tested one movement with a few pumps, then changed to another. Then his thrusts became firmer, more forceful, almost jabbing like.

Kate's call had been inhibiting. She's probably thought we were finished. He tried to stifle any noises, but the effort alone prevented complete silence. We'd forgotten how well sound travels at night in the country. As I gripped him even tighter his found his own climax, a long low groan of exhilaration escaping him as he shuddered out the last wave of his orgasm; squeezing every last drop of his fluid into me.

As we rested in silence again, Kate couldn't help herself.

"I heard that too."

I didn't care in the least. I didn't care who heard or knew. Like a dominant male ape in a tribe, I would have been quite happy for him to thump his chest and bellow out his delight at what he'd just shared with me; to announce to the world – or at least everyone at the party – that he'd just blown my mind away with pleasure as he flooded me with his seed; seed that was even now oozing out of my body, running across my thigh and dripping on the ground.

For a while we just rested. Then with several stolen kisses and cuddles we untangled ourselves and crawled into the car and onto the mattress. The cure for his erection had been very temporary. Even as we settled down it was back again. I rolled on top of him and asked –

"Would you like some copulins?"

I partly woke to a sliver of morning sun warming the bare flesh of the right cheek of my bottom. Without moving, in a half conscious state I did an audit of my surroundings. I was lying sprawled face down on a guy; my head rested on a pillow beside his, my legs resting on the mattress on the outside of his. He's penetrating me; a large rock hard shaft is buried deep inside me. There's no cover over us.

We're in a car on an inflatable mattress. The guy smells like Greg, he feels like Greg. The shoulder under my head looks like Greg's. I lift my head just enough to see his face. That beautiful face relaxed by sleep is Greg's; that's good.

My arms are spread wide out across the width of car. One hand rests on the carpet floor of the back of the vehicle. The other rests on....it takes a moment to sink in....a woman's breast; a woman's large breast; there's a nipple pushing up into my palm. My leg's outside Greg's but seems to lie between two legs. One is bony – covered in muscle and sinew just like Greg's. The other is soft and fleshy.

Still not fully functioning, my brain has trouble accepting the reality presented to it. Slowly it dawns on me; there another girl in the car. Ever so slowly – not wanting to wake Greg or whoever it is whose nipple I am feeling up – I lift my head up and look across.

It's Kate. She's lying on her back, off the mattress and on the floor of the car. She's naked; a blow up camping pillow under her head. Golden tresses cascading down from her forehead, in sleep her face is as glowingly beautiful as it is during the day. Her breasts rise up out of her chest like mountains, they don't sag to the side or down on her chests, they just sit there; perfect large orbs. As I cast my eyes down I see her stomach dipping before rising to meet her hips and the swelling at the base of her pubis; never has its proper name of Mons Venus seemed so apt. If she wasn't my best friend I have to hate her. A hand is resting in the valley between her upper leg and her mons; frighteningly close to her crutch. It's turned up, palm facing towards the roof of the car, the limp fingers curled inwards. It's a male hand. It's Greg's.

What's she doing here? My brain searches its hard drive for some bit of knowledge that would explain it. Greg and I went to bed about 2 am. We were what was for us very drunk. We went to sleep joined together just like we are now. Something woke me. It was a tap on the window. It was Kate's face pressed against the window; they'd trashed her tent. Could she sleep in the car? Barely awake, I reached over, unlocked the door, told her to lock it again afterwards and went back to sleep.

The knowledge that all was well in the world relaxes my brain. It wants to go back to sleep again. I cast my eye at my watch which I'd sent up on the centre console of the car to make it easy to see from our bed, it's only 6 o'clock and something. I give it permission to do so but think I should move the hand over her breast. I mentally survey the space between Kate and us. There is no space. Her body is tightly up against the combined being that Greg and I presently are. I could move it further down her body, but that would twist my arm undesirably and wake her up. The breast will have to do. My self-knowledge fades to sleep.

A voice wakes me. A soft seductive female voice whispers.

"....Karen let me in after they trashed my tent; would you like me to get up and out of the car?"

The whole right side of my body is now being cooked by the direct sunlight radiating through the windows. There's a hand on my bottom.

A male voice answers. It's gentle but strong and even though projected in the quietest possible way it resonates all the way down to my heart and fills it with love and lust...

"There's no hurry; we'd just wake Karen up. Is her hand bothering you?"

"No."

There's a moment's hesitation; the next word is left hanging, creating a pregnant silence.

"Greg." another hesitation..." I know I'm only telling you what you already know, but you look after that girl; she's been incredibly good for you."

The conversation sounds interesting. Everyone keeps telling me how good I am for Greg; even his mum has said that. One day I need to find out why. I decide I can lie still for a little bit longer.

"Don't I know it. I keep telling her how much I love her."

"Well I suspect the feeling is mutual; and I think she'd probably say you've been good for her too"

I make a mental note to reinforce that message one day soon.

"You know you two are the talk of the town. Everyone thinks you're screwing each other's arse off. You wouldn't believe how many people were talking about the scratches on your back last week. You be careful, every guy in town is incredibly jealous of your relationship with Karen; she's the girl every guy dreams of and the one every girl wants to be. You saw how all the guys were lining up to try and be her dance partner last night. Tim knew how Zoe made everyone change partners and was absolutely obsessed with being the first to get her; he wouldn't let us get more than a few feet from you while we were dancing – I could have killed him"

Now I'm positively blushing and wondering if this is some sort of set up; especially coming from Kate. I'm left feeling guilty about listening in but can't bring myself to give the game away yet. Still I'm surprised to hear our sexual relationship is something people would bother speculating about. It reminds me of the jibes last night about me breaking a certain part of his anatomy.

"Now you'll make me insecure"

"I doubt it. That's why she's been so good for you. You've just grown in confidence; not an arrogant confidence, just that of a male who's really secure with himself. That's very attractive to women you know. There are a lot of girls in town who'd like a piece of you too right now. You saw the way they all groped you and looked to dance with you too last night"

Now I'm the one feeling insecure; but not really. Greg's always been transparent with me and there's simply been no room in his life for any other girl.

There's another pregnant silence.

"Are you screwing her right now?"

Trust Kate to be so direct. No wonder she and Greg get along so well together. They both have a way of not mincing their words; never with any aggression, just in a surprising way.

"I'm not sure I'd call it that, but yes"

"Have you been in coitus with her all night?"

"When you put it that way, yes"

"How's that possible?"

"It was a very short night. I don't know; it's just something we started doing after we discovered copulins. I'm not really sure what happens when we're asleep, and usually it doesn't go all night just for an hour or two at the start. Too much drink and a very late start to the night seems to have changed the outcome"

I'm starting to think this conversation is getting awkward. I hoped she didn't want to have a long conversation about what copulins were.

There's another pregnant pause.

"Greg, I suppose one day soon we won't be coming back to the town for the holidays and won't see so much of each other. I want you to know how much I've valued your friendship over the years; how good you've been for me. You know you're probably my best friend in the world and Karen might well now be my second"

Kate's voice is breaking up. It's like she's suppressing a sob. Greg hesitates. I can see he's unsure what to say. There's a sight change in the resonance of his voice. I've heard it before when he's trying to stress the sincerity of what he's saying. When his hand disappears from my bum I know he's reinforcing his words with touch; something Greg does during serious moments, although the knowledge that the only position his hand can geometrically reach palm down is the top of her thigh or somewhere even more intimate is a bit disconcerting.

"That works both ways Kate. You know I don't have any mates who are as good a friend as you. Until I met Karen there wasn't a person I felt closer too or enjoyed the company of as much"

"You know you're the only guy who I felt really appreciated me for more than my body."

"Well all I can say is that the others don't know what they were missing out on; although I'm only seeking to flatter when I add that wasn't because I didn't admire your body."

"I know we're on different paths now and I wouldn't do anything to hurt Karen, so I'm talking in the past; but you could have had that body if you wanted it"

"I wasn't willing to risk the friendship. It meant too much to me"

I'm feeling incredibly guilty lying here listening in on this conversation. But I'm trapped. I wished they'd start talking about the weather or something so I can announce I've woken up. Mind you the whole thing is bizarre. I'm lying naked on top of my boyfriend with his cock up me while another woman lies naked next to him having a conversation with him about how they once could have had sex. How do we unwind this situation with the slightest dignity?

There's a break in the conversation, so I decide to stir. I cause a small movement in the hand I have on her breast while at the same time shuffling my body on Greg's chest a bit. I can't resist the urge to give his cock a squeeze at the same time and feel it surge automatically in reply.

They stop talking awaiting my entrance to the land of the awake. I lift my head up and am greeted by Greg's smiling face so close to mine that I can't resist the urge to kiss it. For a moment Kate is forgotten as our tongues explore each other's mouths and Greg brings his spare hand around to embrace the side of my head. Then Kate comes into view out of the corner of my eye, watching us with a bemused smile on her face. I break off the kiss.

"Hello".

"Hello. Do you remember letting me in last night?"

"Sort of"

In kissing Greg I'd forgotten about the hand on her breast, which I now notice. "Sorry." as I pull it away revealing her perfectly proportioned raised nipple underneath.

I come up onto my elbows over Greg's chest which lets me be an equal part of any conversation instead a disembowelled voice on the other side of Greg's head; something that requires me to squeeze an elbow between Greg's and Kate's chests.

But that does two things. Firstly it pushes my clit hard against Greg's pubis. Secondly the view that it frames is of Greg lying naked next to an equally naked Kate.

It's amazing that a single remembered dream can have such a powerful effect. The dream I had of the threesome with Kate has infected so many interactions we've had since then. So many times the core scene – the picture of Greg's shaft penetrating Kate – has flashed into my head because of some otherwise innocent event.

Maybe last night doesn't rate all that high on an innocent scale, but it was an obsessive thought every time I saw Greg and Kate together. Now it's completely distracting me. We're discussing Kate's hook up for last night, who Kate seems quite taken with. It was one of the guys I danced naked with – and who propositioned me. Greg and I spent a lot of time talking to him. I'm supposed to be able to participate in the discussion; but are having trouble following a sensible line of thought.

Instead I'm constantly distracted by the dream. Never before – not even when we had to put a drunken Kate to bed – has it been so close to being able to come true. Greg's massively aroused. I can feel him filling me. We're all naked and lying down. Kate's only just finished telling him how much she's physically desired him. All I have to do is roll off him and invite him to roll onto Kate.

Of course it's not what I really want. That would be too risky. He's too important to me for this particular fantasy to ever see the light of day. I'm even fairly certain the reality of seeing it happen would be more devastating to me than arousing. Like any normal woman in relation to her lover, I really want him completely to myself; and even that's before we get into practicalities like condoms.

But still here and now with the view that's in front of me as I look down, the thought has become an obsession. My clit is throbbing. As I talk, even as I breathe, I'm ever so subtly pleasuring myself on Greg's pubis; much more subtly than that first day when I rubbed myself on him as I laughed. Even I can barely notice myself doing it; but I am and my clit is enjoying it as a provocative complement to the thoughts I can't stop my brain from processing.

When it happens it does so without warning. No prelude of heavy breathing, no moaning, not even that last minute sense of "If I don't stop this now I'm going to come." It just happens.

An orgasm. Not a screamer; but pretty powerful just the same. I feel myself contracting strongly onto Greg's shaft. I'm incapable of continuing a conversation, even focusing on anything other than the pleasure in my body. All I can do is let out "Elbow cramp." as I bury my head on the shoulder of Greg away from Kate and tense myself around him.

He can't have failed to notice. It's not just my body contracting on his shaft; which I can feel surging powerfully in reply and threating to unleash its own load into the cavity it already fills. It's my legs on his. My hips being pushed hard against his and my arms against his elbows. I'm sure even Kate can feel the tension in the arm and leg resting against hers and I'm just hoping that without all the signals that must be flooding over Greg the cause of it might be ambiguous.