All in a Box

This is part 8 of the Friends series. Each story can be read independently, but the characters make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends. Mary, who is not in this chapter, is the fifth friend and Tim's brother Frank's ex.

This chapter begins the morning after Mary had been up for a weekend long three-some with Alan and Lisa, while Tim took Audrey home to meet his parents. At the start of the weekend, the five friends had defined a new set of rules for boundaries for their sexual interplay. Basically, everything was allowed when everyone was present, except intercourse with someone else's partner. Female-female actions are allowed with anyone (or no one else) present.

As with most of the chapters, this part is told from Lisa's perspective. It is also the second chapter in the Group Sex category. I expect the next chapter to go back to Exhibitionism and Voyeurism.

*****

I intellectually understand hating Monday morning work, but I actually never have. Maybe it's because I do manage to get plenty of sleep, nine or ten hours most nights. I am not sure how Alan manages on the sleep he gets.

Or maybe it's because I have never had a Monday to Friday job I hated. When I was in high school, I worked weekends as a cashier at a cafeteria. That sucked. I worked at the library my second summer in college, which was sometimes boring or tedious, but it was better than sitting at home with Alan having to go into work. I loved my summer working on restoring a beautiful old hotel. Even though I even had to get up early every day that summer. Being part of producing something tangible, something unique and so exquisite was truly fulfilling, I was always excited to go to work, even at the early hour. It was also a great change from the kind of abstract accomplishment entailed in college. And in both of those summer jobs, I really liked the people I was working with.

This Monday morning, I am feeling especially chipper. I am just over two years into my first job out of school and it nicely combines both; I use my mind to conceptualize how whole neighborhoods can be revitalized, but my work produces tangible results. I will take a trip next week to visit one of the first projects I designed, to check on the progress. It's always a good feeling to see the changes.

I think if I was there every day, it would be harder, because the changes on this scale are slow, and often seem to go backwards over the short term. In the hotel, almost every day we left with something looking better than it had, even if that just meant tearing out some rotting trim or scraping the peeling paint.

I am also feeling good because it was a sexually fulfilling weekend. We had a weekend long three-some, with my friend Mary joining my husband Alan and me. It was Alan and my first three-some. It was wonderful. It was also my first time with a woman, except some light play with Audrey a few weeks ago, since some disappointing experiences my first year in college. The three of us also had a sexually charged dinner Friday with our best friends Audrey and Tim, where we decided rules for our evolving group sexual dynamics. And at the end of dinner, we watched Audrey blow Tim's monstrous cock while Mary stroked him.

Saturday, I am doing a lesbian sex show with Audrey, performing for Alan and Tim. Alan and I have watched Audrey and Tim fucking and sucking three different times now (not counting Friday's quick blow job), but this will be the first time I have ever performed in front of anyone. Other than Mary accidentally watching Alan eat me out a month ago, I guess. I get wet every time I think about the upcoming show.

Audrey and I work together in a small consulting firm, where we just found out over the last two weeks that we, along with Javi and Michelle, are being promoted to full partners next year. Javi and Michelle have not been told yet, and the plan is still a secret from most of the company. All four of us are in our mid-twenties and working our first job out of college, so this is a really big deal to us.

The only down side is Audrey is not here today, but she is meeting me at lunch to catch up on news. It is an amazing time for her. Marty, our boss, told her about the promotion on Wednesday, just an hour before Tim proposed to her. They are moving into an apartment together this week. And he took her up this weekend to meet his parents. She is taking the first three days off to move the stuff out of her apartment. Lunch today is a break for her. I will bring her dinner tonight and help her pack. Alan is working and Tim has Karate, so it's a girls' night.

I spend this morning reviewing the progress on my eight revitalization projects underway. I am hoping to get final approval for the plans for the ninth this week. Only six of them have done any real work yet, and none of them are near completion. Our firm consults to towns and small cities, so none of the projects are likely to make the national news, but they can make a big difference to the local communities. My trip next week is to the plan that is farthest along. That will be fun. Next month I am meeting with a journalist and walking the neighborhood with him and the town planner for another project. Stories like these are important for our marketing efforts. And they are also always good for my ego.

I get a text from Audrey:

On my way to lounge. c u in 15

Time for me to wrap up this work before I walk over. The lounge is where Audrey and I eat lunch most weekdays. It is a bar with reasonable food and tables that are far enough apart to give some privacy for your conversations. Which we value, given the explicitness of many of our chats there.

She is standing outside when I get there. I am used to her being in her prim and proper business attire when we go here, but today she is in jeans and a tee, no bra. The curls of her fiery red hair flowing over her shoulders. We hug and then walk in.

"It's good to take break from packing. I have been at it for four hours non-stop," she says, as we sit down.

"So how was meeting the parents?" I ask.

"You were right -- Bonnie is one of the sweetest people I have met. I think that's where Tim gets his disposition from. Carl seemed a little grumpy at first, but I realized that's just him. He is really down to earth. I think we are going to get along well. I felt very welcomed.

"Randy, Tim's brother, is so different from either Tim or Frank. All the other kids went to college, but he just seems happy working with his hands, living close to the land. To be honest, he feels more like one of my siblings than any of his. And Julie was nice, if maybe a little boring. What do you expect from a civil engineer? Of course, she probably thought the same of me, as a financial accountant.

"To be honest, I think I am just relieved now. We got off on a good foot and I think I will get along reasonably with all of them. Oh, and on the drive up, Frank I and discussed the wedding questions we came up with on Thursday. That turned out to be useful Bonnie wanted to know what we were planning, how big of a wedding it would be, where, et cetera. And I could ask her about what family friends she thought should be invited. I think I earned some good brownie points with that discussion.

"And it was great last night to be able to make some noise during sex. We were both afraid to do much at his parent's house. You know the feeling, I'm sure."

"Yes we do. And you and Tim CAN make some noise. I know that well, too!"

We both laugh.

She then asks, "But how was YOUR weekend? Our new rules opened up all sorts of possibilities."

"Yes, they did. And I think we took advantage of all of them, plus some. While Mary and I were cleaning up after dinner Friday night, just after you left, she asked me if I would mind if she asked Alan to lick her pussy. We decided to start things off with a mini-show for Alan. We kissed and stripped each other and felt each other up for a few minutes, then she asked Alan. He got her lying down on the couch. She ended up with the most intense orgasm I have ever seen. She said she came five or six times. I was masturbating and stroking Alan's cock the whole time he was eating her out.

"I then rolled Alan onto his back and we fucked in cowgirl while she watched and recovered. After that, the three of us snuggled naked on the couch watching our movie, which quickly turned into another session with me on top and Mary sitting on his face. Mary and I kissed and played with each other's boobs, while he serviced both of us. She came first and I ended up pushing her off Alan's face so I could kiss him while he came. Have you ever done a three-way? Is there an etiquette for this sort of situation that we should know?"

"I kind of did one with two guys in college, but that was more of a drunken mistake than anything else. I would not take any lessons from it."

"That's similar to Mary's only experience. It was odd. But still awesome. The next morning I ate her out after breakfast -- she had been flashing her pussy at me again all morning. By the way, Alan doesn't ogle her pussy anywhere near as much as he does yours. Then she ate me out while Alan kissed me and fondled my tits. There is something really nice about being pleasured by two people at once."

"That was definitely the best part of what I remember from my three way."

"After that -- and I couldn't believe Alan didn't want some relief right away, he had a major boner going -- we went for a long hike, where Mary flashed us like a dozen times. And one time, I flashed them, as well as some random hiker who caught up at an opportune moment. Oops.

"We went to Rick's for dinner. I wore my pink silk blouse -- no bra, you would have been proud of me. By the way, I need you to come help me pick out some new clothes at some point. I have almost nothing between naked breast and prim and proper. Mary was giving Alan a show during dinner, playing with her pussy where only Alan and I could see. And the busboy one time when he refilled our water.

"The real event was after dinner. On the walk to Rick's, I had told Alan he could fuck Mary that night, but he wasn't allowed to cum in her -- that's still for me. And, don't get your hopes up, I told him it was a one-time only coupon and not redeemable for Audrey.

"We tied Alan to a chair and did a two girl blow job on him, stopping right before he came. We then did another little show for him until we came back and Mary finished him off with a blow job while I was kissing him.

"Then Mary and I 69'd on the floor in front of him. After we had both cum, she untied him, while I kissed him and got him ready for round two. We started with him fucking her doggie while she ate me out. After she had cum and Alan was getting nervous about his control, she crawled up so I could lick her pussy while Alan fucked mine. He enjoyed the up close view of me eating her out. That last time, we all came together, then sat around the table drinking tea and cocoa, still nude. Oh and I LOVE nude group hugs.

"Yesterday morning, she got us both off with her mouth and hands after breakfast. As a thank you. Then she watched our movie again. Alan perved out on watching her masturbate to it."

"Wow, that was an AMAZING weekend. It will be interesting to see where the four of us end up going," she says, with desire in her voice. She puts a hand on the thigh and rubs it briefly before pulling it back.

She continues, "So I guess you are all warmed up for our show Saturday?"

"Warmed up is an understatement, hot and wet is more like it. You started to explain your idea two weeks ago before we got distracted. What is the plan?" I ask.

"I want to start the show solo, with you sitting next to Alan on the couch. I will strip and then masturbate but not to completion. I will then lead you into the middle with me, where I will start by taking all your clothes off. We will then hug and kiss and start to feel each other up. If either of us cums during this, that's fine. Just to make sure our men are not feeling left out or jealous, we will each go back to our man and give each a little show and a lap dance. No fucking allowed. Then we get on the floor and 69 each other to climaxes, then go back to our own men and kiss them and then give them blow jobs. I was thinking about swapping men for one of the rounds, but I think we are already pushing their bounds."

"I have an idea. What if, after the lap dances, we kiss in the middle for a minute and then go visit the other man and have them feel us up for just a minute."

"That's a great idea. They will be very amped up, but it gives them a taste of watching us with the other guy."

"You know I am still not going to let you fuck Alan any time soon, don't you?"

"A girl has to have hopes and dreams."

We chat a while longer and then she says she should be getting back to packing. I say I will be to her apartment around 5:30 with a pizza, some salad and white wine. We hug on the way out and go our ways.

The afternoon is mostly uneventful. Marty tells me he wants to start going on some sales calls, initially with him and then on my own. My first trip will be next week. Two trips next week now, both just day trips, but more travel than I am used to, or really want. There will be more work with my new responsibilities, I guess.

I pick up the pizza, salad and wine on the way over to her apartment. When I come in, the place is full of boxes already packed. She has been busy. We sit at the table and eat our dinner and drink the wine. I only have a single glass because I still need to drive home.

After our dinner, she leads me into the bedroom, but not for what my body is craving, The wine has relaxed me and she has been working hard to enough to have a good layer of sweat on her, making her tee cling to her chest enticingly tightly. I am filling a box with personal items, like her lotions and makeup, but the box is only half full when the counter and drawers are clear. She points me at her night stand. I put the items from the first drawer into the box, wrapping each fragile item carefully in paper before placing it in the box.

I then open the second drawer. This is her sex toy drawer. Some things I saw when she used them in her last show -- the dildo, the nipple clamps, and the butt plug that she had also lent to me. That loan led to a good night of Alan fucking both my pussy and my ass.

There are also some bondage pieces, including soft handcuffs, cloth ties, a blindfold, and a small switch, the kind you whip with, not the ones that control lights. And I find another dildo. Some things that I am not sure what they are. And a bunch of what I guess are vibrators.

"You found my goody drawer!" Audrey says, excitedly.

"What is this?" I ask, holding up a round rubbery ring.

"That's a cock ring. It goes around the base of his penis and helps him keep it up and not cum too soon. Jack used it sometimes. That one would not be nearly big enough for Tim. You can throw that out, unless you think Alan would like it."

I toss it in the trash and hold up something that looks like a giant hairpin with some shiny metal beads on the ends of it.

"That's a clit clip. I didn't like the feel of it. I guess toss it. No wait, why don't you see if you like the feel of it."

What the hell, I think. I slide down my slacks and my panty and start to open my lips, when Audrey speaks up again.

"You will want to warm yourself up first. Why don't you use this," she says, reaching in and handing me a tube. She twists the middle of it as she does and it starts buzzing.

I put what looks like the business end over my clit and suddenly exclaim, "Wow that feels good! Oh my god, that feels so good".

"Slow down girl, you are only supposed to warm yourself up right now," she says.

I pull the vibrator back and pant for a few seconds.

"You don't have much experience with vibrators, do you," she asks.

"My freshman roommate had one of those great big things that plugs into the wall. She had me try that, but I wasn't a big fan. Less than a year after that, I was living with Alan and we didn't seem to need any help."

"I haven't used any of these for the last month -- they did get a heavy workout the four months before that. But they can be fun to use with someone else too."

"Why so many?" I ask her.

"They each feel a little different, so it gives some variation. The one you just tried is called a pocket rocket. It's kind of the basic simple vibrator. Very effective though, as you noticed. You want to try them all?"

I nod yes.

"Well if you are going to do that, you are going to give me a good view of it. Take those pants off all the way and spread them legs!"

I obey her orders and display my pussy to her.

"Do you want to use the vibrator or do you want me to?"

"Can you? But show me which ones you are using."

"Okay, I will start back with the rocket to remind you what it felt like."

The buzzing starts again and I feel the sensations again as she presses the vibrator lightly, near my clit, but not on it. It's not as extreme there and really nice. But it is starting to get me antsy when she pulls it off and the buzzing starts.

Now she holds up one that almost looks like part of a tape dispenser with a big hole where the tape should come out.

"This one is supposed to feel like someone licking your pussy. It's different from that, but I see why they say it."

This one is much quieter when she turns it on. She puts the hole over my clit and wow that is amazing. Getting eaten is about the closest comparison, but it's different. But it feels really good.

"If I push it against you, it gets stronger."

She does. It does. And that is my breaking point, as I feel the unintended orgasm wash over me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that yet. You okay trying the others?"

"God yes. Please," I say almost begging.

She holds up something that has a long point on it. It kind of reminds me of the fire starter my father uses to light his grill.

"This gives much more pinpoint sensations," she says, turning it on and touching my clit with the tip.

Pinpoint is right. Right to my soul, through my clit. I feel her taking it away, and snap, "DO NOT STOP!"

After a minute, I have my second orgasm. This one stronger and expected.

"Are you done now? We still have more to try."

I nod and she holds up something that almost looks like a sculptural abstract dildo.

"This is a g-spot vibrator," she explains, "It goes inside you."

She slides the vibrator into my cunt, turns it on, and then says, "You might have to adjust its position to find your g-spot."

I reach down and adjust it until I find the correct position. This feels good in a very different way.

"Why don't we use this for the show. One of us could put it in the other. I think the visual would be good. And, um, yes it will get me off," I say, starting to have a little trouble talking.

"Well I think we need to pull that one out, so you can try the last one. It's called a rabbit and goes inside you and has these ears which slide on either side of your clit to stimulate it. I will set it up and let you adjust it before I turn on the ears."

She replaces the earlier one with the rabbit. I reach down until I feel it hitting my g-spot again. The earlier one did a better job on the g-spot, but this is still nice.

Then she turns on the ears. I explode almost instantly. I have to pull it back quickly because it is now too strong as I recover from the latest orgasm.

"Yeah, that one gets me off, but it's a little harsh. Before you cover up, let me see if you like the clit clip on you. Once you calm down a little more at least."