After The Train
Part 4, Chapter 5: Another Train - Portland Thanksgiving - Sex, Enemas, And Videotapes (Part 1)
Catie and I returned from our dinner together. The restaurant that Catie selected specialized in crepes. There were a couple of restaurants in Raleigh that served crepes and Catie and I hadn't gone to them when she was in Raleigh with me. We'd have to plan to go to one of them after New Year's.
Abby called at around 8:30 PM. Someone in the house answered the phone and called for Catie. A couple of minutes later Catie came to me and told me that Abby wanted to be picked up and that her friends weren't ready to leave yet. She asked me to go along and we left in the cold wind that was still blowing through Portland. We talked about what we planned to do with each other later in the evening. I just assumed that we were heading to Stephanie's house because it was Stephanie that picked her up. But it turned out that it was another friend's house, a member of the SAADists. We pulled into the driveway and we saw Abby in her coat wave us in toward the house. We got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the entry vestibule to the house. This was no small house.
Abby had left the outer door ajar for us to come in. I followed Catie through the outer door and then closed it. Upon opening the inner door, we could hear music from deep inside the house. Abby was nowhere to be seen after she had waved us in. Catie and I followed the music. The music was coming from a basement area and we could hear voices...girls voices. I followed Catie down the steps until we reached a large carpeted room with black leather couches and chairs arranged around the room and a large projection screen television located at one end. There were four large speakers playing music from a high powered receiver brand I was familiar with. It was a well-appointed entertainment room.
It was how the room was being used for "entertaining" that was the immediate concern. From in front of me came:
"HI! Good to see you again!" It was Stephanie.
"Nice little club you have here," I said.
"We're having a bit of a lingerie party! What do you think?," she asked twirling around in front of me. She was wearing a red and black outfit with a push-up bra, some very lacy, high cut panties, a garter belt and hosiery.
"You look good in that." And she did. Abby over on the side of the room with her other friends and was wearing another crotchless outfit (it was white). Abby introduced me to her other two friends, Ann and Delaney. On a table was a collection of lingerie.
"Here, have a seat." Stephanie took my hand and led me over to one of the couches. Catie followed behind me.
"We've been trying on different pieces trying to decide which ones look the best on each of us and we could use your help."
Back in my college days, a friend of mine and I had encountered similarly interesting circumstances when we were unexpectedly "surrounded" by a suite full of young women in one of the dormitories on campus. It was one of those weekends at the end of October where there was no home football game and most of the in-state, or nominally local out-of-state, students went home for the weekend. This left the campus pretty empty. Even the Octoberfest party going on at the Student Union was pretty tame, though my friend and I "rescued" two coeds from the party and escorted them back to their women's dorm next door to our dormitory. We got their names and suite numbers. They didn't invite us up and we didn't press the issue with them. We had done our "good deed" for the night and had safely guided (and guarded) them away from a bunch of leering guys. One of them became my "basketball date" for home basketball games later in the semester and the next semester. She and I would go to dinner and home basketball games together. No sex, just the enjoyment of each other's company and the basketball games.
We went on to another dorm on the western end of the campus where my friend had a female friend from his home town in PA. We went to see if she was around. One of her suitemates indicated that she was probably over at the library. It was about 10 PM and we started back towards the elevator to ride back down from the ninth floor. We were standing there contemplating what to do next when the door to the suite behind us opened and out came several coeds. They engaged the two of us in conversation and we introduced ourselves (and the reason we were there in the first place).
Wherever these young women were going, they changed their minds and decided to stay. They invited us into their room in this four-room suite.
This suite had nearly all out-of-state coeds. But it was a college campus and I was the same age as those coeds. Soon enough, we had all eight women who lived in this suite in one of the rooms and it turned into an impromptu party (which sadly had to end at the 2:00 AM curfew). Guys stayed in rooms with girls all the time and, if discreet about, generally got away with it. The same was true in the men's dorms. It was probably a bit too boisterous a party to have gone unnoticed on the 9th floor. And which rooms(s) would we stay in?
We walked back to our dorm and sat there in our disbelief of how the evening had turned out. It was only later that we all (all 10 of us) realized that the women could have kept the front door to the suite locked, turned off the hall lights, and then shuttled the two of us from room to room during the night to the pleasure of the women in each room since all eight women were participants before the curfew. But we didn't think of that in the moment.
But I digress.
Here, although these were sexually experienced young women, they were seniors in high school and I was nearly twice their age. All at once, it was a situation that dreams (and x-rated movies) were made of. And I was suddenly right in the middle of something that was way beyond anything I had imagined or experienced. But the difference between my experience in college and this one was the college experience was spontaneous and this was setup and maybe was a setup in the worst meaning of the word.
"I think you all look absolutely marvelous," Catie said. I had to agree. I leaned over to Catie and quietly said "I don't think there's any adult supervision here," referring to parents of these other young women. "I think we are the adult supervision," Catie quietly replied. I asked if she knew anything about this and she told me she didn't, that she thought this was something that Abby and her friends must have cooked up.
Stephanie was directly in front of me and I turned back to her.
"What about this?" she asked as she reached for the butterfly bra clasp at the front of the bra and unsnapped it with one hand. The release of the snap allowed the tension of the bra to be released and her breasts sprung forth as the bra unwrapped around her. She was generously endowed, had really nice firm breasts and her nipples were erect as she emerged from the bra cups. As the bra straps slid off her shoulders, she was left holding the bra by one of the cups. She dropped the bra on the couch beside me.
"We've been talking about your sessions" I couldn't tell exactly what 'sessions' she was referring to, She paused for a second and then continued
"and we've never seen anything so hot or so genuine. It's better than any X-rated tape we've ever seen."
I know I had a genuine look of confusion as I had no idea what Stephanie was talking about. I looked at Catie for a moment while giving her a questioning look while Stephanie reached for a couple of remote controls on an end table and first turned on the projection television and then the VHS tape player.
There on the screen was a familiar sight. There we were in Abby's room. I realized in an instant that Abby had taken the time to hide the video camera in the pile of stuffed animals arranged in a way that they provided an opening for the lens but hid the camera (and probably muffled any sounds). The images on the screen were of Abby lowering herself down on me as I penetrated her for the very first time with Catie looking on.
"Abby?" I asked. It was quite clear from the tone of my voice and the look on my face that I wasn't pleased.
"I'm sorry!" She started to say something else, but I cut her off. I realized that Stephanie had been there as part of the preparations.
"Did you help her set this up?" She admitted that she did.
But, why? Was it to prove that Abby was no longer a virgin to become a "member" of this "club."
Abby gave me an answer that actually had some logic to it. She was the first of any of these young women that she knew of that could video the loss of her virginity. She wanted to be able to watch it again and again to see (and remember) what it was like for her. I had said it best, she could only surrender her virginity once and she wanted to have a record of it, good, bad, or indifferent.
The other young women looked uncomfortable with the turn that this conversation had taken. They were apparently planning on an evening of fun with Abby's and Catie's help. It wasn't looking that way at the moment.
"Have you all seen this?" I asked. They had, multiple times since it was recorded more than a month ago. What I didn't know at the time was they all had their own copies of the tape that they "used" at home to fantasize and masturbate with.
"Don't hate me for this." Abby was nearly in tears as she said this.
I reached my hand out to her. She came to me and I gently took her hand and had her sit next to me.
"I don't hate you. I don't think I ever could. You could have asked, You could have been open about it."
"But then it would have been different," Abby said. She tried to explain why it would have been different, but it was the sort of logic of youth and a romanticized view of the way the first time should be.
Stephanie was still standing in front of me and I was looked up to her face past those distracting breasts of hers. She said she spoke for the group.
"With you, Abby got the best 'first time' of all of us."
Delaney also added she liked watching all of the tapes (tapes?)
"All the tapes?," I asked.
Abby admitted that she had also recorded our night together and our morning together on two other tapes. She had also shared those recent tapes with her friends. I would get to see those later as they were recorded from a different angle (stuffed animals piled in a different location). For Abby, the first recording was "so good" that she didn't want to miss out on a second recording when it was just her and I.
I wasn't happy about this development for a couple of reasons. First, I wasn't surprised about Abby's friends knowing about our sexual escapades. From my experience, girls and young women tend to talk very frankly about their sexual encounters (good and bad) with their close friends. I had heard more than my share both when I was in high school and college. But the concern was with how far that information went and then how that might circle back on us.
Although the videotapes were visually erotic and sensuous in that they were videos of real sex between real adults rather than a porn tape with all the obligatory scenes and cum shots, I would have preferred to have known that ahead of time. And now there were copies out there that may be way out of anyone's control.
This evening was not going like anyone planned. And there was a plan.
"This was no spontaneous or accidental lingerie party, was it?" I asked, knowing the answer. "So, what was your plan?"
Abby answered. "We thought you'd like to fuck us and fill us until you couldn't cum anymore."
"Just the four of you or were you including your sister?"
"Sis is included."
I turned to Catie and quietly said "Five girls instead of five guys." She smiled a smile of recognition from our previous conversation. But I couldn't get a read from Catie on how she was feeling about this situation.
The thought of having each of these women to play with individually and as a group, being inside and cumming inside these women both vaginally and anally, was really hot and lusty. My cock had been straining within my underwear since I walked down these steps. It would take more than a few hours to address the needs and desires of each of them in an unknown dynamic that involved all of them. It really wasn't a matter of whether I could do this. My younger college-aged self probably would have leapt at the opportunity (including rationalizing that two of these young women would be turning 18 within the next couple of weeks).
But my 32-year old self told me that I really shouldn't do this and that this could spin wildly out of control. I was already in a risky situation by being sexually engaged with two of these women. The fact that they were sisters and that I was in a relationship with them was something that I was still grappling with. And I had a very real emotional connection with both of them though there was a very different depth to emotional connection. I couldn't say that about Abby's friends.
This was all going inside my head while the external sexual conversation was occurring (or maybe devolving). They started talking about how and who would be videotaping this. I leaned over to Catie and whispered,
"I don't mind being shared by you with someone that you'd like us to be involved with, but this goes way beyond that. I think this is a really bad idea." Thankfully, Catie agreed.
I asked Stephanie to sit down. With everyone now sitting either on furniture or on the floor I thought I could avert the worst of what could occur.
"You are really attractive and alluring young women and your offer is both touching and tempting. But there are a number of problems that need to be considered."
I pointed them out. First, that the relationship that Catie, Abby, and I shared was limited to people that we chose. (That included knowledge of each other's sexual partners. According to Abby, I had been her only sexual partner. Besides Jody, neither Catie nor I had shared ourselves with any other sexual partners since we had met.) Second, we hadn't talked about contraception in addition to prevention of sexually transmitted diseases. If condoms were required, I didn't arrive at this home with a boxful ready to use. Third, that two of Abby's friends weren't 18 years old yet, notwithstanding the fact that they would be by the end of December. Finally, with respect to the sex partners of Abby's friends, one thing I didn't want to have happen was to be confronted by angry and possessive boyfriends after any sexual encounter. They might not be as accommodating to consensual sex between me and their purported girlfriend. The parents might be equally as problematic.
Somewhere in the middle of this, it occurred to me that something else was going on. Call it intuition derived from what I had observed so far. My sense of it was Stephanie was the sexually assured one and that she was "the leader" in this group of friends. I had no doubt that she would have stripped me naked and dropped me down on the floor to fuck me in front of her friends vaginally and/or anally. I didn't sense that with the other two women.
But Abby had the best first time experience, mostly because her first time lover (me) was older and experienced who gave her what the others hadn't really experienced (yet). That was pretty clear to me. Abby, as the latest member of this sexually initiated group was probably attempting to leverage her experiences with me into either a co-leader or leader role in this "club." And I was pretty sure that Abby would have been equally as willing to fuck me in front of her friends (and in front of her sister) to prove something and either I was or we were part of an elaborate interactive "show and tell" exercise in front of Abby's friends. .
And Catie had me. I had discovered that she enjoyed watching me be sexually engaged with someone else. It was a level of eroticism that she had discovered with me when she allowed the situation to evolve between Jody, herself, and I. What I also knew, though, was that worked in mutually agreed upon situations or environments because she also knew that I was "hers" and that she was only lending me to another sexual partner to (watch them) have the experience that she enjoyed with me. I didn't understand that at first, as it was a new sexual experience for me and her. However, over the past couple of months of sharing our thoughts and feelings, Catie and I realized that we experienced that intimacy between the two of us at a much deeper level.
I found myself saying "Now, if what you really want is a live demonstration of sex between Catie, Abby, and I, we might be able to discuss that."