My name is Jon and I moved back in with my parents after graduation. It was my mother's idea. I didn't need to move in with them. My fiancé was willing to split the cost of a studio apartment with me but, since I had no income and neither did she, I moved in with mom and dad and Becca moved in with her parents.
It wasn't that difficult of an arrangement. Since we were engaged, both families were more than tolerant of the realities of the situation and Becca's mom wanted her nearby to plan the wedding. The realities were that we shared two bedrooms, one in each of our parents homes and we slept together most nights.
Becca's mom was the most tolerant. She understood the imperatives of youthful relationships. She had lived with Becca's father for two years before they got married and she hinted at a social life that involved other couples. Becca was a tolerant as her mother. She told me that if I was inclined to sleep with another woman before we got married it would be okay with her but she didn't want to know about it. I assumed that meant she wouldn't tell me if she slept with another man before we got married. The nature of our relationship after we got married was still undefined.
I graduated in mid-May with an undergraduate degree in astrophysics. NASA recruited me right out of school and I would start work at the Ames Research Center in California in mid-August where I would continue my education alongside my work assignments. Becca had a nursing degree and would follow me to California after a September wedding.
My parents neighborhood is friendly, highly social and a long distance from California. I was familiar with most of the twelve families of the small, gated development and most of them knew me by name. May had been warmer than usual and the backyard swimming pools were open, clean and ready for summer fun. Two weeks before I graduated, our neighbors held a pool party for six of the neighborhood couples, including my mom and dad. Mom described it as a friendly social event with grilled burgers, brats, chicken wings, plentiful craft beer for the men, and mimosas for the women.
The party extended well into the night and folks got a little frisky. There were lots of laughs, splashing in the pool and gentle touching by the time the party broke up. Nothing out of bounds or inappropriate according to my mother. "Hell, we've known each other for a long time and we were all in skimpy two-piece bikini's. Who cares about an occasional ass pat, cheek kiss or tit rub," she told me.
Another party was scheduled for the Saturday after I graduated. Mom told me it would be the same six couples and that Becca and I were invited. Unfortunately, Becca and her mom were scheduled to spend the weekend in the city to finalize the wedding dresses and tuxedos and I would be alone. I did wonder if I might participate in the "occasional ass pat or tit rub" but I didn't mention the possibility to mom or Becca.
That Saturday, we skipped lunch. Dad and I wore bathing trunks. I put on a long t-shirt and dad donned a microfiber golf shirt. Mom wore a green, wrap around, mid-calf dress that tied at her waist with a braided rope belt. I had no idea what she wore under it to swim in. Mom slipped on sandals. Dad and I wore deck shoes and we walked the short distance to the Anderson's house.
Mrs. Anderson met us at the door. She is a tall, maybe five foot ten inches, Norwegian with short blonde hair. She was wearing an identical wrap around dress as was my mom only hers was red. It didn't reveal much about the rest of her body but I remembered that she was easy to my eyes. Mom introduced me. Mrs. Anderson remembered me and told me to call her Dorothy.
There were two other couples at the Anderson's backyard pool. Mrs. MacDonald, Susan, and her husband, Boyd, and Chelsey Harper and her husband, Archie. Both Susan and Chelsey were wearing the same wrap around dress style in blue for Susan and white for Chelsey.
Dorothy's husband, Sven, showed us where the food and drinks were. Beer and pitchers of Cosmopolitans and Margaritas.
We were standing on the patio between the house and the pool, sipping our first drinks and generally getting to know each other. I thought it was interesting that whenever I moved, I seemed to end up between Chelsey and Susan.
Two more couples arrived in the next fifteen minutes. I was introduced to Elizabeth, call me Liz, Stokes and her husband Butch and Loni and Chuck Williams. Liz looked at me inquisitively and stroked my arm several times as we were introduced. There were also two more identical wrap around dresses, one in silver and the other in aqua. It was obvious that the women had planned to coordinate their apparel. I wondered if they had planned other party items.
The next couple of hours were indistinguishable from any other backyard bar-b-que. We mingled, ate and drank. We got to know each other more intimately. By half past six, we were comfortable with each other. I was sitting on the side of a chaise lounge in a small group consisting of Susan, Liz and Loni. Chelsey and my mom were condensing the food and drinks, making things neat for the rest of the evening, and the six men were on the other side of the pool watching me, the three women, and generally having a good time. Dorothy was somewhere inside the house. The drinks were having an effect, even with Susan, Liz and Loni who were touching me often on my arms and legs. Once Loni ran her fingernails under my t-shirt, stopping short of my nipples.
Over the next hour, one of the men got up several times and returned with beer for the others. Three times, mom or Chelsey brought refreshed drinks for Susan, Liz and Loni, only once for me. Loni commented, "No beer for you?"
"Shakespeare," I responded.
The three of them seemed puzzled by my answer. Eventually, Loni began to laugh. "Macbeth, right?" she asked.
"Act 2," I explained.
Liz took a second to respond. "Oh," she said and laughed with us. Susan laughed too but I'm not sure she got the reference to the effects of alcohol on male performance. However, the moment seemed to unleash the women. The touching of my body intensified. Lori's fingernails were moving under my t-shirt and this time she didn't ignore my nipples. Liz and Susan were focused on my inner thighs. I leaned back and let them explore, my hands touching their inner thighs too.
The men were laughing at what was happening with me. Butch slapped Chuck on his arm and shook his hand as if he had won a bet or something. I didn't care. Liz's hand had settled on my groin and my cock was beginning to respond.
It was nearly seven in the evening. The sun was low in the sky although it was almost two hours until sunset. The sliding glass door to the house opened and Dorothy stepped out on the patio. She turned, closed the door, and faced the pool. She was barefoot and still wearing her red wrap around dress. She began to walk slowly toward the pool. Something about the way she walked was different, almost as if she was on stage. Her head was back, her body forward and each step was carefully planned for the maximum movement of her legs and hips.
All activity around the patio ceased. Everybody was watching Dorothy. She walked to the edge of the pool and paused. I watched as she took a deep breath. With her back to the rest of us, she untied her dress, spread it wide and let it slip down her arms. She turned around, folded her dress neatly and placed it on a nearby chaise lounge.
Dorothy was wearing next to nothing. She was topless, her large breasts reflecting the low sunlight and hanging slightly on her chest. Her pubic area was covered with what had to be a mini micro bikini. Her pubic area was completely depilated and if her suit material were to shift by a mere millimeter or two, she'd reveal details not often seen by a crowd. Three strings held the covering in place. One of them disappeared between the cheeks of her ass and met the others at her waist. I heard several of the men either gasp or inhale sharply. Sven, Dorothy's husband, clapped his hands three times.
Dorothy turned around, stepped forward and dropped into the pool. That seemed to be a signal to the rest of the women. They all got up and headed for the glass door to the house. Mom stopped by me for a moment.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We've upped the ante," she said mysteriously. "Just enjoy."
"I was enjoying," I told her.
"I noticed," she said.
"Why am I getting so much attention?" I asked.
"You're young and single," mom said.
"The women seem to be ignoring the other men," I wondered.
