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THE BOTTOM 1

THE BOTTOM 1

“Hey, Layla, are you busy Saturday night? Rod asked.

Rod had called his sister on the phone. The summer was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her senior year, and had spent the summer with their mother and her new husband. Rod had stayed with his father. They were both ready to escape the family drama and get back to school and be on their own.

“No plans yet,” Layla said. “What’s up?”

“I thought you might like to go to a party with me.”

“What’s the matter, Little Bro, are you so hard-up that you have to ask your sister for a date?”

“Not exactly. It’s up at the Lyons’ place. Remember them?”

“The Lyons? You mean the swingers? What, are they having another one of their wild s*x parties? And you want to take me? What, are you some kind of pervert?”

The Lyons lived nearby their father’s home, in a big house on almost an acre of land, with a large, screened-in swimming pool. They were known to have a very open marriage and were also known to occasionally throw wild parties where anything goes, and their guests would come expecting to mingle, swing and swap. Rod and Layla had never been to one but had heard that a lot of wild, mad f*****g and s****l experimentation was the purpose and usually the no-holds-barred result.

“No, not a pervert. Just horny I guess; I haven’t been laid in a month. But I thought it might be fun to go and see what it was like. When we get there we can go our separate ways. But I can’t go alone. Only couples are invited. The party rules are pretty simple: Bring a partner and a bottle and share both.”

“And you got yourself invited?” she asked.

“Yep, on the recommendation of a friend at work. I hear they’re searching for some young blood.”

“Well, okay, that’s better, I guess. I thought you were getting all weird on me. But it might be fun. Something different, anyway.”

“That’s what I thought, maybe get into some older stuff. The party starts at eight. Why don’t you come over here a little after and we’ll head over together. And remember it’s a pool party. Show off that body of yours and you’ll have some old guy creaming himself in no time.”

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“You look great, Layla,” Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in white shorts and a flowery halter top which showed off her tanned arms and legs, and of course her cute butt and perky breasts.

They were both good-looking kids. Rod was tall and lean and wore cargo shorts and an indigo batik shirt with tropical birds on it. Both looked ready for a summer party.

“So do you, little brother,” Layla said, handing him a fifth of rum. “Now let’s go to this party and see how lucky we can get.”

They drove separate cars to the party because they had no idea where or with whom they’d end up later that night. They parked about a block away and walked to the house. They were greeted at the front door by Lita Lyons, the lady of the house and host of the party, who wore a red, white and blue one-piece swim suit that was tacky wet and clung like glue to her petite body and enormous t**s. They all recognized one another from being distant neighbors, but they made their re-introductions just the same.

“Welcome, and thanks for coming,” Lita said. “The bar is out back on the lanai, through those French doors, along the wall to your left. Help yourself to whatever; there is plenty of ice and mixers.”

They walked out back and found the party already in full swing. There was a buzz in the air, a vivid hum of conversations and dozens of scantily-clad bodies. They mixed rum with Coke at the bar and found a convenient spot nearby to stand and observe.

Some of the guests were already letting their freak flags fly. Articles of clothing were coming off and various body parts were coming out. There were couples in the pool getting friendly and frisky with other couples, mixing mates. There were small groups scattered around the large screened-in area, some standing, some lounging in chairs. Two women were sitting on the edge of the pool making out and two men were in the water in front of them with their faces glued to their crotches. Rod and Layla were watching when before long the men traded cunts and the two women grinded their p*****s into their faces as they sucked each other’s tongues.

Rod recognized a woman at the far end of the patio. It was a woman who had lived a couple doors down from them when they were teenagers. She had to be close to their Dad’s age but was all over a guy many years her junior.

“Hey, is that Mrs. Fitzsimmons over there?” he said, nodding toward the couple.

“Yes, I think it is,” Layla said. “She still looks pretty good for her age, doesn’t she? Looks like she’s got herself a young buck. Looks like you got here too late, Rod.”

“Yeah right,” he laughed. Mrs. Fitzsimmons was wearing a two piece swimsuit and was kissing the young man passionately. He had his hand on her breast and she had her hand inside the front of his swim trunks. An older guy with a drink in his hand stood to her right watching them intently.

“Don’t be shy!” Lita Lyons said loudly as she breezed by. “Feel free to mingle. We’re all here to meet people and enlarge our circle of influence…among other things!” She smiled coyly and kept walking.

Rod scanned around looking for his friend and didn’t see him at first. Then they spotted one another at the same time and waved. He was at the far end of the pool with his girlfriend and another couple.

“Hey, there’s my friend from work,” Rod said. “Let’s go over, I’ll introduce you.”

“I’ll join you all in a minute,” she said. “I need to find a bathroom.” She set her drink down and headed into the house. Rod walked over to his friend.

“Hey Rod, how’s it hanging?” his friend said loudly, laughing. He was sitting with his arm around a slim redhead in a black bikini. “This is Amanda. And this is her husband Bob,” nodding to his right. “And you know my girlfriend Lisa.” Lisa was on the other side of Bob, who had a hand on her thigh. They all said their hellos.

“What happened to your girlfriend?” Lisa asked. “Did she run off?”

“That’s my, uh…that’s Layla,” Rob said. “She’ll be right back. She had to find a bathroom.”

“She’s hot. Does she do girls?” Lisa asked, with a smirk. Bob gave her a sideways glance.

“I don’t know, maybe. Ask her,” he said. “I know I do!” They all laughed.

“Are you having fun yet?”

Rod told them that he had only been here a few minutes. They made idle chatter for a short time and then Layla joined them. Once again introductions were made all around. Soon Rod’s drink was empty and he left to get a refill.

He went to the bar and had to wait a couple minutes as others ahead of him fixed drinks. He looked around at the weird scene. Voices and music had become louder and the party was becoming racier by the minute. By the time he’d gotten his drink he looked at the far end of the patio where two couples had really attracted the attention of a few of the guests.

One couple was older, perhaps in their fifties, and the other couple was much younger, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties. Both of the men were naked below the waist and were getting their d***s sucked. The young attractive brunette’s head was in the lap of the older, balding man, and his c**k was deep in her mouth. His slim, gray-haired wife was going down on the blond, much-younger man.

“Jesus, will you look at that!” a female voice said.

Rod looked to his right and an attractive older woman was standing next to him watching the same spectacle he was.

“If I was going to blow some guy at this party I’d at least try to find someplace a little more private,” she added.

Rod looked her over and she looked fine. She was maybe fortyish, with coal-black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob with a shiny glitz. She was darkly-tanned with a thin, athletic body and a tasty-shaped rump. She wore a frayed, short blue denim skirt that barely housed the top half of her lean thighs, and the rigid n*****s of her firm, medium-sized t**s reached out for him from behind her white tube top. He tried not to stare and hoped he could think of something intelligent to say.

“Uh, yeah,” he half-stammered. “Sure is bold.”

“Look at the s**t-eating grin on that old fart’s face! That girl may be young but she must be one hell of a cocksucker.”

Rod was surprised to hear the risqué language coming from this attractive, older woman. But it was kind of an instant, ice-breaking turn-on, and he liked her already. And he figured right away that here she was at this party so she must be looking for something new and different. And maybe that something could be him.

“Do you come to these parties often?” Rod asked lamely.

“I’ve been a few times. How about you?”

“First time for me.”

“I’ve noticed some new faces. You’re kind of young aren’t you?”

“Twenty-one,” he said.

“Old enough, I guess,” she said. She seemed to look him over for the first time and liked what she saw: Tall, good-looking, with a mop of beach boy blond hair on his head, broad shoulders and muscled forearms and legs. “What’s your name?”

“Rod.”

“Hmm, Rod, huh? That’s a strong-sounding name. I’m Maud.”

“Pleased to meet you, Maud.”

“Pleased to meet you as well.” They shook hands and then she batted her eyes and said playfully, “Gee, what does a gal have to do to get a drink around here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What’ll you have? Your wish is my command,” he said.

Her eyes lingered on his for a moment. She smiled flirtatiously and said, “Oh, really? Well, I think I might save my wish for later. Right now I’ll settle for a drink. Vodka rocks with lime.”

Rod felt a chill and goosebumps broke out on his arms as he turned back to the bar. He hoped Maud didn’t notice. He was suddenly nervous because this hot, suave older woman was apparently coming on to him. She was smooth and in control, this he knew, but she was making him feel at ease, at least as much at ease as he was capable of at the moment. He tried not to appear too nervous as he filled a glass with ice and poured it full of Stoli. He squeezed a lime wedge and dropped it into the drink, then turned and handed it to Maud.

“To a hot summer night,” she said with a snicker, raising her glass.

“To a hot summer night,” he said, and they tapped glasses.

They were silent for a few moments as they sipped their drinks. Rod glanced back over toward his friend and he saw that his sister had moved on. Layla seemed to be in a deep, animated conversation with another couple a few feet away.

“Do you want to try to find someplace where we can sit down? Get away from the noise, relax a bit?” Rod said to Maud.

“You’re not going to try to undress me are you?”

“No. Not without your permission, anyway. Maybe with my eyes.”

Maud laughed. “Oh, you are too cute,” she said. “Sure, let’s go find a seat.”

Rod topped off his drink with rum and they headed into the house. The living room and family room were occupied but Maud knew the layout and led them to an office at the side of the house. There was a desk against one wall, bookshelves on another wall, and a love seat facing the books. Maud flipped on a small table lamp and they sat. They were close together on the loveseat and Rod got a whiff of Maud’s perfume for the first time. She smelled fabulous. It was Chanel No. 5. He didn’t know squat about perfume but he knew that one because it was a fragrance his mother often wore.

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