Swingers World Ch 02

"You think they're what?"

"Swingers. You know what swingers are, right?"

Joey blushed at the tone in Sara's voice, as if she wasn't quite sure just how naive Joey was.

"Yeah, of course I know, I just thought I heard wrong. Why would you think your parents are... doing that." Joey couldn't quite keep the judgment out of her voice. Or off her face.

The two girls were sitting on the back deck of Joey's house, in the utter dark of the late summer night. Only the glow of a joint perched between Sara's lips lit the two of them. The house behind them lay dark but for the lone light on the second floor.

"There's all kinds of evidence," Sara finally replied, passing the joint over to Joey. Sara was only a year older than Joey, but had an air of confidence about her which made her feel even older than that to the 18-year-old. Confidence and expertise: Joey had only moved here a couple of months ago, and Sara was her only source of information about anything.

Sara continued. "The only hard part is trying to figure out which of their friends are part of it. I know it's not everyone, they go to all these parties and dinner parties, and they host them, and some of those people are just boring fucks from Mom's work and shit. But you'll see, if your parents keep coming to get-togethers, you'll see there's a vibe a lot of times."

Joey took a toke and considered Sara's words. Sara was often provocative, was she just pulling the new girl's leg? "A vibe isn't evidence. Maybe they just have weird friends. Why would you think they're... swinging?"

"You can say fucking." Sara laughed. "See, that's part of it. I don't know about your parents, I know lots of parents are progressive these days and pretending to be 'sex positive' and shit. But my parents are way beyond that. Like I didn't get some 'Your Body is Changing' book when I hit puberty, they gave me this thing that was basically the Kama Sutra."

"And they don't even pretend not to be flirting with their 'friends' and shit, even in front of me. And then you have to have noticed, when all the grownups get together, there's like too many good looking ones. Like, my mom works in technology, there's not that many hot guys in technology. But the only kind of ugly guys at the parties and shit, they have this look to them, you know they're freaky."

Joey broke out into laughter, and in the glow of the joint she could just make out Sara turning her face towards her and smiling. But not as if she was joking. Just enjoying Joey's incredulity.

"'You know they're freaky' " Joey repeated in a parody of Sara's voice and they both laughed until finally Joey shushed them, pointing up at the light above. Her sister's bedroom. "She'll come out to yell at us for interrupting her K-Pop or whatever, and then she'll rat us out on the joint," Joey whispered and the two stifled their giggles.

The two sat in silence for some time, slowly finishing the joint Sara had brought with her. It was Sara who broke the silence. "So, do you think your parents are too?"

"What!?" Joey was snapped out of her attempt to imagine Sara's parents being sex-crazed addicts. She wasn't ready for this question. "My parents? No. No." She laughed. "You don't even know how funny that is. My parents definitely did not give me the Kama Sutra. They wouldn't even let me watch R-rated movies until I was like 17. No. Nope."

Joey could just make out Sara shrugging. "Not everyone's an open book. Maybe they're just private. Like you are. You don't really let on what you're really like. When our parents pawned you off on me, I thought I was going to be in for a real fucking boring time." Joey gave her a light punch on the shoulder and Sara smiled, but continued. "They do hang out with my parents a lot. I mean, they're all over at my house right now doing god knows what."

"Ew." Joey shoved Sara, then repeated it with greater emphasis, "Ew!!" Joey pushed herself up from the deck, brushing off her shorts. "More likely they'll come home one day and tell me I can't hang around you and your deviant family, once they find out."

"You going to listen to them?" Sara asked, following her friend inside.

"Maybe I should. You are a bad influence. Smells like pot in here now."

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It wasn't all they talked about, but when Sara and Joey got together, or chatted over FaceTime, it invariably came up. Sometimes it was a joke, or bit of 'evidence' Sara was reporting, or a question by Joey about how it would all work. But over time, Joey started to get a picture of the world Sara's parents inhabited, at least as Sara imagined it.

"Like do you think they just swap, and then they go home with someone else? Or they all do it like together in the same room?" Joey had given up arguing that Sara might have it all wrong. Sara was so clearly convinced, and Joey didn't have any argument to the contrary, other than inherent skepticism.

"This is how it works, I think." Sara was stretched out on the couch in Joey's living room. It was the two of them alone in the house again, other than Joey's little sister. Sara tended to invite herself over when their parents all went out together. "I don't think they split up. I've never just seen my mom home with some other guy, all by themselves. They have another couple over, or go to their house. I think even sometimes some of these group parties they go to must be all swingers. They come home really late."

"Yeah, but you never see them doing anything, right?"

"Well... I think that's how they decide where to meet up. Whoever's got an empty house." Sara rolled on her side and faced Joey who was sitting on a beanbag chair looking at Sara over her phone. "And there was this time..."

Joey put down her phone. "What do you mean?"

"This one time there were a bunch of people over, but I had noticed they're all couples, right? And it's like I was telling you, some of them were being really weird and flirty, even when I was out in the yard with them. Anyway, I went to go to the bathroom once, and I was walking there and I looked down the hallway and I saw my dad with this lady, Emma. And they were down there all alone, and I didn't dare stop and look, but I'm pretty sure Emma's hand was in my dad's pants."

"What the fuck, shut up," Joey said, her hand flying to her mouth. She took it away quickly, afraid Sara would think she was some prude or something. Sara did not seem weirded out by this bit of gossip.

"I kept walking but a hundred percent sure. When I came back they were gone, but I didn't see them out back either."

Joey sat and contemplated this story. It was weird to think of Mr. Martin having sex at all, nevermind wife swapping. He wasn't unattractive, Joey supposed, he just was old. Too old to imagine getting all freaky. "That is so weird," she said finally. "Does it make you mad? What if he's just cheating on your mom."

Sara scoffed. "Yeah, I don't think so. First of all, she'd bust his balls, she totally runs that relationship. And second, I haven't caught her at it, but she's just as weird with the husbands that hang around. I don't doubt she's getting some."

Joey made a disgusted face at the comment, but she thought she could imagine that easier. Mrs. Martin was really good looking. Sara was a combination of the two--her mother's Japanese complexion, dark eyes and hair (when it wasn't highlighted), and her father's long face, striking eyebrows, and full lips. But Mrs. Martin wasn't slender like Sara, she had a really good figure still even at her age. As weird as it was to imagine them, or anyone, wife swapping, Mrs. Martin had a lushness that certainly would attract attention.

"They might be doing it right now," Sara added, grinning at the look on Joey's face. "Your parents and mine, off to the Harris's house. I'm pretty sure the Harris's are in on it. That guy is always trying to get a look at me."

"Oh my god, shut up," Joey laughed, throwing a pillow at her friend. "I can guarantee my parents are not part of your family's weird little cult. My Mom is probably trying to get them to play a board game."

"Well, let's see if we can find out. My parents are having a pool party on Saturday. Come with your parents and we can spy on them."

"I'll come. But I am not spying on them," Joey laughed. She didn't want to add any fuel to Sara's obsession with this. But she definitely didn't want to ignore an invite for the weekend. Joey's family had moved here from across the country at the beginning of the summer and Joey literally knew nobody else here. Their parents had forced the two of them together, obviously as a lifeline for Joey, and it really was. School wasn't starting for another month, and until then Joey wasn't sure how she was going to meet anyone else.

It was Sara's pool party or nothing.

"Well, you'll see what you see. But really I have an ulterior motive. The good news about my parents hanging out with lots of weird couples is that they do have kids. There's always a few guys more our age at these things. We can't let our parents be the only ones getting any action."

"You're so gross," Joey told her. But she had to admit, she was eager to meet--no, even see a guy. It beat hanging around here with her weirdo sister. "But yeah, I'll come."

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"Those guys are not our age." Joey was looking across the pool at the guys Sara had pointed out. They were cute, and showing off their chiseled bodies in just a pair of trunks. But they were definitely in their 20s.

"Who said they were?" Sara was peering over the tops of her sunglasses at the guys.

"You did! You said you wanted us to meet some of the other kids here, that they would be our age."

Sara glanced sideways at Joey then stopped when she realized the girl was being serious. "Oh my god, relax, Joey. They aren't 40 year olds. They're some college guys or whatever. You're going to college soon, right? Practically the same age."

Joey supposed that was kind of right, she was starting community college in September. But that meant she was barely 18. And she doubted these particular guys were still in college. "They're not going to be interested in us. Well, in me." She looked over at her friend, stretched out in the lounge chair. Sara was only 19 but she certainly could pass for older because she had style.

Sara was tall and lean, wearing a designer swimsuit that really flattered her figure. Her dark hair was cut short in a way that probably would have looked masculine on her, Joey thought, but that just looked chic and edgy on Sara. The dark hair was highlighted with blonde, and made her dark eyes really stand out. Sara's attitude, her brazenness, her looks, she attracted attention. Joey had even seen it here at the pool party, as much as she tried to ignore the looks some of her parents' friends gave to Sara. She knew what Sara would say about it and she didn't want to think about it.

"Not interested in you?" Now Sara took her sunglasses all the way off and gave a ridiculously exaggerated once-over of Joey in the chair next to her. "You look like a fucking porn star, Joey. You're fucking stacked. You're like what Barbie wishes she was. Those guys would walk on fire to get with you."

Joey could feel her cheeks, and her chest, blush at Sara's words. They meant something to her though. Sara was not the type to say a bunch of bullshit just to hype her up. And she knew she wasn't ugly, and had bigger boobs than her slender friend. She still felt like just a kid, especially compared to those grown-ass men.

"Let's go talk to them." Sara had already swung herself around and was up from her chair. As usual, Joey found herself following along. She only had one friend here, she told herself.

"You want to come with us, Lex?" Sara had turned to catch Joey's little sister's attention, at the chair next to Joey. Joey looked at Sara in horror. The last thing she wanted was her little sister trailing along behind them.

Luckily, Alex gave Sara a look of horror that was a perfect match to Joey's. "No thanks," she added in a dead pan voice, before returning to her phone. As much an odd pairing Sara and Joey were, Alex was just as much Joey's opposite, in another direction. Joey's dirty blonde hair grew platinum blonde in the summer sun, but Alex's hair was a pure brunette. Joey's eyes were bright green, Alex's dark brown, seemingly black.

And while Joey was not the extrovert and flirt that Sara was, she was at least interested in other people, especially guys. Joey was not sure if Alex was gay, asexual, or just boring, but she'd never seen her sister even look at someone with interest. She spent all of her time on her phone or her computer doing who knew what.

"Let's go." Joey pulled Sara's elbow before her sister came up with some weird reason to change her mind. She could not even imagine how embarrassing it would be to talk to these guys with her sister standing there, in her oversized shorts and freaking swim shirt. Sara smiled as if her plan had worked, Joey leading the two of them around the pool.

Moments later, the two girls found themselves perched on the edge of the pool, surrounded, guys seated on either side of them, guys floating in the water before them. Joey felt like she was on display, or on stage. Everywhere she looked, a pair of eager eyes met hers -- if she didn't catch them staring at her chest first.

"Joey just moved to town." Sara was receiving as much of the male gaze as Joey was. Joey thought the boys might get dizzy, their eyes were so busy jumping between the two young women. "She says it wasn't from California, but doesn't she look like a movie star?"

Joey wanted to kill the girl--with that comment all five guys were suddenly studying Joey from her blonde hair to where her tan legs dipped into the water. She could feel her cheeks burning. Sara had her arm wound around Joey's arm, and that was the only thing that kept her from crossing them over her suddenly very exposed feeling chest. She did consider tossing Sara in the water though.

"Totally, you look like Sydney Sweeney," said one guy bobbing in the water. His hair was cut a bit short for Joey's liking, but he had a gorgeous face and his chest was built. And he at least was meeting her eyes. At his comment she could feel several other sets of eyes drop down to her chest.

"Thanks," Joey muttered. Then she realized how much she sounded like her mushmouth sister Alexa. So she straightened her spine and embraced the moment. "Are you a Euphoria fan?" she asked the short-haired guy, meeting his gaze. Brown eyes. "Sara looks like Maddy on Euphoria, don't you think?"

"I mean, I like parts of it," the guy replied, laughing casting a side eye at the other guys, several of whom laughed too. Joey didn't quite get it, but she laughed too. If there was one thing she wanted here with this new start, it was to be a part of things.

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Once Joey had relaxed into it, the afternoon had gone swimmingly. The guys, a couple of which Sara seemed to know already, made them both part of the group. It clearly helped that they got to get eyefuls of the girls in their swimsuits, and occasionally a handful as they goofed off in the water. The guys were at least 4 or 5 years older than her, Joey suspected, and didn't have much in common with the younger girls. Except their parents.

"Sara thinks the adults here are swingers or something," Joey blurted out late in the afternoon as the sun began to disappear. It was a sign of how relaxed she'd gotten, that she didn't even think about whether she should say it.

The short-haired guy, named Devin she had learned, handed her a towel as she shivered on a cold metal chair. She wrapped her body in it and smiled in thanks.

"You know what I mean," Sara said to one of the boys she seemed familiar with. She didn't seem annoyed Joey had brought it up, Joey was glad to see. "There's something weird about these get-togethers."

"You think we're in the middle of a sex party?" one of the guys snorted. He was a Hispanic kid who just seemed to be riding along with one of the other boys. He stared a lot at Joey but never said a word to her.

"I have wondered why all the moms here are MILFs," replied Sara's friend, Advik. He had bright flirtatious eyes, and they sparkled now as the guys laughed. "No, seriously, I've totally spanked it to Sara's mom before." Sara smacked his arm, but she was laughing too. "And look around, there's never any uggos here. So if there has to be a sex party..."

Noah was the quietest of the bunch, a short cute guy with curly hair. "Um, a sex party with our parents in it. Ew." The guys laughed, so did Joey. "You guys really think your parents are fucking?"

"God, I hope not. Not cool if my dad taps Sara's mom first," joked Advik.

Oliver seemed the oldest of the group, and he was listening to the commentary with an amused twist to his mouth. "And why would they let all us 'kids' come if they were swingers? Wouldn't they want a little privacy?"

"Well," Sara pronounced, eating up the attention of having her idea center stage, "Even swingers need a break once in a while, right? Isn't your dad the one always on the grill, Oliver? I doubt he could focus on the grilling as good if he was constantly fucking."

Devin turned toward Joey and asked with a grin, "What about the new girl. Your parents out here screwing our parents?"

She shook her head, unable to hold back the grimace of disgust on her face. "They're not really the 'fucking' type," she quipped. The group laughed, and she did too, and the conversation moved on. But Devin's eyes stayed on her.

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Joey eagerly attended the next poolside gathering, and she didn't pretend to herself, even if she denied any insinuation by her parents or Alex, that the boys were why.

Particularly Devin. She wasn't sure if she had been drawn to him, or if he had come to her and she had responded. But it was his brown eyes she thought of when she sat at home, anticipating the next gathering. She couldn't hide it from Sara, because she couldn't stop from asking if the guys would be there. Some days they visited the Martins it was just the two families, other times a crowd. Joey didn't know who was a regular. She worried she might not ever see Devin again.

"Told you not to worry," Sara whispered into Joey's ear when Joey finally stepped out onto that patio and saw Devin and the others across the way. Though Sara had done no such thing, she had teased Joey mercilessly for days about her desire to see the boy. Joey had tried to tease Sara back, but couldn't figure out which guy the dark-haired vixen might be most into.

But Joey's worries did in fact disappear, when the guys turned to look, when she met Devin's eyes, and he smiled and stood. He was walking to meet them, ahead of the pack, eyes only for her.

Each step Joey took she was aware of his gaze. Ignorant of the others, the many stares that took in the well-formed teen as she strode into the sunshine. But very aware of every jiggle of her flesh, every sway of her curves as she moved toward Devin.

Joey was wearing a new bikini, underneath an open hoodie. A bikini she had bought for this moment. Devin had been one who hadn't brazenly ogled her chest last pool party. She liked that about him. It didn't mean she didn't want him to notice. This bikini was a violet snakeskin pattern. The cups were well-supported -- they had to be for Joey's large breasts, she struggled to find bras and tops that could fit her. No string straps for her. But she had chosen a triangle bikini top that did not cover her full breasts, but flaunted them, half cups that revealed a great deal of flesh, pressed together into a bulging decolletage.

The walk to meet each other was long enough that it gave Devin an excuse to take all of her in, and Joey felt it, his eyes go all the way down and back up. But it was her eyes where his landed. His warm grin beneath. "I was wondering if you'd come back."