Excitement was in the air as I drove Ally and Chrissy up to Penny's camp. There was lots of laughter in the car, but when we reached the long dirt road things got quieter. Ally was nearly silent as we drove those final six miles into the deep woods, no doubt contemplating what a weekend long orgy with her daughter and daughter's boyfriend would be like.
Penny was unloading supplies from her Subaru when we pulled in to the parking spot next to her. We were the first guests to arrive. Penny and Chrissy had a big hug and I introduced Penny to Ally. They hit it off immediately, Ally relaxed noticeably, and we all gathered everything up and hiked the half mile trail to the camp.
When we got there I presented Penny with a gift. On my photo printer I had made a nice professional looking sign that read FIRST ANNUAL AUTUMN ORGY. It had a likeness of the camp with smoke curling out of the chimney, and CAMP HEAVEN, NEW YORK at the bottom in smaller print. Penny absolutely flipped, like a kid at Christmas, and she proudly pinned it up on the front door.
I gave Ally a quick tour, and then she and Chrissy helped Penny get ready while I got a nice fire going outside in the firepit.
Johnny showed up next, with his duffel bag and guitar case, and Chrissy introduced him to Ally. Ally seemed a bit shy, but you could tell she was quite taken with him.
Penny had decided she didn't want anyone using the steep, dangerous ladder to the sleeping loft, so she had Johnny and me bring down the two twin mattresses and some extra blankets and towels she had stored up there, and then she had us carry in the sleeper couch from the porch—it would be too cold to use it out there that time of year. We managed to get all the beds set-up in the relatively small one room cabin. It was a tight squeeze and it would be an intimate night, but that was just what Penny wanted.
Soon after we got things arranged Nicki and her boyfriend walked in off the trail, with a backpack and a large shoulder slung cooler full of homemade food. Nicki introduced us to Bix. He was a very good looking young guy, with a slim build, a long blonde dreadlock ponytail, a Phish t-shirt, long baggy shorts and sandals. He and Nicki made a perfect couple, and they looked very comfortable together.
Penny made an announcement to everyone that made my day — Mary was going to be able to make it after all, but not until the following afternoon. "So," she said, "if you see a stunning redhead emerge naked from the forest, you won't be dreaming."
By the time everyone had arrived it was late in the afternoon, and we shared stories and small talk and drinks around a big campfire. The girls broke out some delicious food, and we feasted like kings. It was a spectacular setting, with richly colored fall foliage in its full glory.
Darkness descends early that time of year, and it quickly got frosty cold. The warmth from the fire wasn't keeping up, so we went inside. Penny had the wood stove going and the little camp was toasty warm. We all took places around the big round table and did shots of tequila.
After a round of shots Penny took charge. "Why don't we loosen up our clothing and get more comfortable. Open our shirts, take of our pants . . . that might be a good start. We want to ease into the evenings activities."
There was much commotion and giggling from the girls as we followed her instructions. Ally was the only one without a flannel shirt (it's the Adirondack uniform that time of year), and she completely unzipped the tight sweater jacket she had on, revealing a tiny lacy bra. Penny was bra-less, which I had noticed as soon as we arrived, and she made sure her shirt opened wide but still covered her hard nipples. Nicki was bra-less too, and she looked super sexy in her open shirt and panties, barely hiding her nipples as Penny did. Chrissy's huge handfuls looked particularly fetching, oozing out of a tiny see-through black lace bra, her black and white plaid flannel shirt open all the way down to her black lace panties. A lumberjack's wet-dream for sure.
Before Johnny threw his pants to the side, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a little plastic bag and poured a bunch of little blue pills on the table.
"Oooh! Boner pills! Looks like were not going to get much recovery time girls," Penny said. And then in a deep voice she mimicked the TV commercial — "If your erection lasts longer than four hours . . . just fuck me for more than four hours fer chrissakes!"
She burst out laughing at her own joke, and we all laughed hysterically. Johnny and I both swallowed a little blue pill. Nineteen-year-old Bix would probably do fine on his own.
Penny asked Johnny to play his guitar for us. "Play standing up in the kitchen, like you're playing us a show."
I turned off the music, and he got his guitar, adjusted the strap and tuning, leaned back against the kitchen counter and started fingerpicking a beautiful slow ballad. It was really lovely. We were all mesmerized as he started singing, and soon we realized it was a song about our time there earlier in the summer, a song about four lovers sharing each other at a secluded mountain cabin. "We laid back in the soft moonlight . . . and gave in to the pleasures . . . of a warm . . . summer night," he sang.
When it was over Penny was overcome with joy.
"Johnny that's amazing," she said, and she wiped a tear from her cheek.
"I told you I was gonna write something," he said. "It's a bit racy for some audiences. I have to pick the right crowd for that one. It's been going over really well though."
Johnny started to take off his guitar when Penny stopped him. "Play somethin' faster, let's kick this party off."
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GET THIS PARTY STAR-TED
!" I whooped, pumping the air above my head with my open hands and looking like a complete dork.
Everyone laughed at me, and Johnny launched into Michael Jackson's 'Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'.
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YEAH!
