It was going to be a great reunion. Sally, one of the gals from our old sorority thought it might be fun if we could get a group of our old sorority members together for a few days for rehashing some old times and find out what each had been doing since graduation and just plain have some fun. She had done some investigating about places to hold it and things to do in each area. It looked as if one of the huge old Victorian houses in East Hampton out on the end of Long Island NY would suit our needs perfectly.
She had queried all of the girls in the sorority and found that seventeen were anxious to participate. She came back to me saying, "Cathie, this thing is getting larger by the day. With a crowd this large it would mean we would need TWO houses; hopefully close to one another."
She got on the Internet and hit a gold mine. Two oceanfront houses, each having six bedrooms, were available for the four days we wanted and they were adjacent to one another. WOW, couldn't be better. Twelve bedrooms would mean a couple of gals would have to double up but she was sure that wouldn't be a problem. With the large number in our party to share the costs it wasn't going to be bad at all for each of us.
As time went on and the date got closer, Sally started hearing rumblings from a few of the gals about the possibility of bringing their husbands/boyfriends. Shit that would ruin it. Sally put out a questionnaire about it and got overwhelming responses saying...NO WAY. It was to be girls' time out or we could forget them. The few that asked about male companionship agreed to stay with the crowd sans date.
Somehow Sally got roped into organizing the thing and it was a humongous job. Some gals would be flying into a small private airfield and they needed to be picked up. Others would be taking a train almost all the way out the Island and would then need transportation to the houses. The rest were driving themselves. The pantries had to be stocked as well as the liquor cabinets. The houses came with all the bedding/towels paraphernalia we would need and we quickly took advantage of the maid service available to clean up after us at the end of our rental. It was a small price to pay for not having to worry about that crap. I chipped in with as much as I could help her and she was able to get one of the other gals to also pitch in so one way or the other we got the thing arranged.
Enough about all of that stuff. The time was upon us and Sally and I arrived at what were to be our homes away from home for the next four days. The places were PERFECT. Beautiful decks with stairways leading down over the dunes to the waters edge. The decks were a good 20 feet higher than the edge of the water so no one walking along it could see anyone sitting on one of our deck chairs. The privacy was outstanding. It was mid August, the temperature was in the high eighties and the water was just right for swimming. We were going to have a ball.
The rest of the crowd drifted in almost right up to supper. Sally and I thought that a sort of clambake would be the right way to start off the vacation. We had stopped at the local fish market and picked up two dozen lobsters. Each was about a pound and a half and we got a terrific deal on the price since we bought so many. We also picked up a couple of dozen ears of corn, a few extra cases of beer and a few more gallon jugs of wine. Topped it all off with a few pounds of potato and macaroni salad and we were ready for the feast. I know, I know, gallon jugs with their screw tops don't make for a nice wine but Sally and I figured the girls would be drinking so much that after the first glass they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between fine wine and soda water. We were right The night was wonderful. We planned to be able to sit down for the clambake around 8 PM. Each house had big gas barbecues with side burners. The kitchen in each house was huge to be able to accommodate the number of people normally staying in a house with six bedrooms. Some of the girls were in their bathing suits within minutes after arriving. They lived all over the country and a good few hadn't seen the ocean since leaving the East Coast. Each of the houses came furnished with small plastic surfboards...not the big professional ones but more like those you see younger kids riding. They were perfect. The girls, women, are all in their late twenties, were like kids. Diving under and coming up under a board and flipping it with the rider getting tossed was the big thing.
Each of the houses had outdoor showers aimed at keeping a ton of sand out of the house. The showers were in little small wooden cubicles at the top of the stairs and off to the side of the deck. Our girls, showing no sign of embarrassment, would strip off their bathing suits in the cubicle, shower and then come out of the showers nude to dry off outside and then get dressed on the deck. It certainly wasn't like any of the beaches on the Jersey shore. It was a good thing that was true because a few of our girls, me included, once they saw how isolated the homes were, stripped nude and were lounging around the decks bound and determined to get an all around tan before returning home. Damn, we had some gals with outstanding bodies.
Sally still seemed to be in charge of the whole thing and that was fine with everyone. She did lay down the law about anyone going in the water after drinking. All she said was the rest of us are too drunk to pull you out if you get a cramp so wait until tomorrow before going in again.
Some of the girls weren't drinking and started to show a theatrical pout saying, "Sally, we were hoping to go skinny dipping after din-din."
"Go, but remember, I damn sure am not going in after you." She literally shouted at them.
We had all the food ready for the tables around 7:45 and by the time we rounded everyone up it was right on time – 8 PM on the dot. The cook-out was going great. There were going to be enough lobsters left over that we would be able to pick them clean for a fantastic lobster salad for the next day's lunch.
About half way through the dinner Sally called me over to say she wasn't sure we had enough wine. Some of the girls were going through it at an alarming rate. Great, they could change to whisky when the wine was finished.
Around 9 PM three or four gals went down to the waters edge, stripped and in they went. One thing about being near the ocean, it may have been hotter than hell during the day but it can get quite chilly after the sun goes down. That was the case tonight. The gals were warm enough when they were in the water but when they came out of it you could hear teeth chattering. They grabbed their clothes and flip-flops and made a dash for the stairs up to the deck.
Sally had started cozy little fires in small fire pots at the each end of the deck. They not only provided an amazing amount of heat but also a cozy flickering light from the flames inside of them. Our nude bathers huddled around the fires for a few minutes after showering and quickly got some clothes on and we all sat there enjoying the evening. The wine was still holding out because a good few gals had switched to hard stuff.
I walked to the end of the deck and could see up and down the beach in the moonlight and there wasn't another soul to be seen. I was going to be staying at the house next door and I suggested that I would go over and make sure everything was going to be OK for the night. Jenny said that she thought she had had enough to drink and would go over with me. We were able to just walk out the front door of the house we were in and walk a hundred feet to next door. It wasn't long before we were out on the deck of the other house looking back at the crowd where the clambake was held. I told Jenny I would just sit here for a little while before sacking out and she could go back if she wanted to. She answered that she would just as soon stay there with me. Dialogue would have been better here...
There were a few bottles of booze at this place also and I went inside and poured a bourbon and water for each of us. We sat sipping our drinks and just enjoying the atmosphere when Jenny dropped a bombshell.
She was more than a little drunk from the wine and bourbon when she blurted out, "Cathie, all the time we were in school I was envious of your body. You always dressed so neat but covered yourself completely. My mind used to go crazy wondering what was underneath all of those clothes. Tonight I found out. When you stripped to go skinny-dipping I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your tits are magnificent.... large but firm. You really do have the body of a model. Large breasts and a tiny waist. Damn, I wish I had it."
The way she was talking I was beginning to get the feeling she would like to bury her face between my tits and perhaps a little lower as well.
"Jenny, my tits aren't that firm. Reach over and feel for yourself." I offered.
