Above

"It's not meant to go past your waist."

"Oh, god, look at my breasts. They come right through this material."

"These?" Shirley asked, bringing her hands up and under my shirt at the front, almost a repeat of Hugh. Her hands went straight to my breasts, holding and squeezing.

"Shirley, you said you wouldn't touch..."

She didn't reply, she simply started kissing the side of my neck. I said no again, but it was weak. I seriously didn't know what to do. Unlike when Hugh had me in this same position, this time I was watching it all unfold in the mirror in front of me. For some crazy reason, all I could think was the shirt was too small for her hands in there; it would be stretched or the buttons ripped. Undoing the buttons seemed to send the wrong signal, but I couldn't help myself. In just my panties and an undone shirt, Shirley's kisses became harder. One hand moved away from my tits and into the back of my panties, caressing the skin of my ass.

"Shirley. No."

I was worried about the noise. People outside would know. If they came in and saw us like we were, no way would they believe I was an innocent party.

The kisses were on my cheeks. My nipples were hard and being played. The hand in my pants went dangerously lower.

I spun around toward her trying to beg her to stop. Or at least be quiet.

"Okay, I'll be quiet," she agreed.

My first lesbian kiss. Right on the mouth. Oh god. I didn't kiss back but I didn't know how to stop. I didn't want to touch her to push her away.

Shirley parted lips for long enough to rip her own T-shirt off and tear off her bra. My shirt hit the floor with it. Our next kiss was breast to breast. Her nipples were poking into my skin. Mine into hers. It was the weirdest feeling. Her tongue went in my mouth. Hands started pushing my panties down at the rear. I recalled the conversation I had with Hugh. How was she planning to do this?

"Shirley. Please. This is you... but it's not me... oh shit."

A mouth hit my breast. Then moved to the other. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My panties were at my thighs. A topless girl was latched onto my tits. I saw the hand coming in the mirror before I felt it between my legs.

"Oh god," I yelled out. Shirley put two fingers straight up me.

"You're wet baby," Shirley said with my nipple in her mouth.

"Shirley. Not there. Not there. I'm serious."

I took her hand and forcibly removed it from my vagina. I pulled up my pants.

"Shirley. Not there."

"Okay, Okay, I'll keep it above the waist, I promise."

"This is like a high school date," I sighed.

We two topless girls kissed for a time. It was an interesting experience. I knew in my heart it was once-off. I took my chance when she brought my hand to her breast to experience the feeling. And when she pushed my mouth to her nipple, I did that too. She pulled her own shorts and panties down but couldn't get me to put my hand between her legs.

"Above the waist, you said."

"Okay, Okay," Shirley conceded. After that she mostly behaved. I forgave her hands down on my ass in my panties, as long as the underwear stayed on.

Holding me from behind, looking into the mirror, she seductively pulled on my nipples and kissed my ear.

"You know this isn't me, right?"

"I know," Shirley conceded. "You're being nice, letting me try you out. But you're not buying."

"Some girls do?"

"Some, Yeah."

"I'm glad you're happy Shirley."

We turned into each other and kissed again. I voluntarily squeezed her breasts, knowing she would probably like it.

"You're a good friend Wendy."

I nodded.

"Can we stop now?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Sure. But can I finger you just one more time?"

I didn't say yes, but I didn't stop her as her hand went down the front of my panties. Two fingers went inside me again.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Shirley, please, I'm not lesbian."

"Then why are you so wet?"

The slopping was loud as she pumped me. I couldn't answer.

"Take your pants off for me baby," Shirley panted, kissing my lips.

"No, no..."

"Wendy. Take them off."

Head in a spin, I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. Shirley and I were naked. She was kissing my lips, thumping her hand between my legs. I was terrified I was going to become gay.

"Do me too. Please," she begged, taking my hand to her own pussy. I shook my head in disappointment at myself as I pushed my fingers inside my friend. Strangely I knew what to do, having been fingered myself.

"Wendy. Oh god Wendy. More. Fuck me. Fuck me please."

I don't know why, but I got angry suddenly. Shirley knew I didn't want this, but she put her own sex ahead of our friendship. In a rush of spite, I shoved everything I could up that vagina. I wanted to hurt her, make her regret getting undressed with me. Four fingers, then my thumb. Mercilessly I forced her open.

"Wendy, Oh shit! What are you doing?"

"Hurting you," I whispered. My whole fist sunk inside my friend's pussy.

"Oh Wendy. That is so fucking...amazing," Shirley groaned, "Oh my god. Let me do it to you."

"Huh? What?" I said, waking up to her meaning. "No, no, no, I don't need."

The lady of the shop started to 'enquire as to our wellbeing'. It took the longest time to get my hand out of Shirley's pussy and get her to let go of mine. Shirley cheekily opened the change-room door, picked up her clothes and walked naked to the next cubicle. That poor lady, to see her face, staring at me in the change-room naked, my whole hand glistening in pussy juice. How could I even start to explain it was my first ever sex with a girl? I just shrugged and got dressed.

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It's important to note that these mad moments with Hugh and Shirley and her student's father were the exception. Normal everyday life consumed 90% of my time. College, classes, more and more friends, home, my cranky mom, evenings with Tracy then cards with Hugh til the Uber guy turned up. Hugh was still paying me the full fee even though a third of the time was just us two. I tried to stop him but he laughed it off. I have to say my bank balance was the healthiest it had ever been.

I felt guilty. Little Tracy was coming along so well, I was so proud of the work Hugh and I and the teachers at school and the neighbors had done with her. I worried if she found out one day that everyone did it for love, but I did it for money, that she would be heartbroken. I told Hugh about how I felt. He simply said wait til after the third date. I might feel differently then. He was so worried about how I would react to the party that I was beginning to feel apprehensive myself.

"Not before time," Hugh said seriously. "We can still pull out."

"No," I said stubbornly, but with less bravado than before. "I bought my outfit already. But I can't wear it when I leave home. I'll have to change somewhere."

"I'll get the Uber dude to bring you here to change. We can go from here."

"What time does Tracy leave?"

"Plenty early. Don't have to worry. Car at 6?"

I nodded. I would be ready as I could be.

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The nerves kicked in that night in bed. I had a fitful sleep. I had no idea what to do with myself until the 6pm pick-up time. In the end I helped with gardening which I never do. I went for a short trim which I didn't need. I took a manicure for the first time in my life. I packed and re-packed my overnight bag, even though my stay wasn't going to be overnight.

Tick-tick-tick, I imagined the second hand on my watch must sound like if it made sound. I actually waited on the front porch like I did when I used to wait for Grandpa to arrive for Christmas as a kid.

"Bye Mom," I yelled out, shaking the nostalgia from my head and jumping into the 7-seat Uber alone. I was on an adventure. Discovery. Unravelling a mystery. I needed to have my wits back with me. Fully. I told myself I was in a good mood; therefore, I was.

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"We've got plenty of time," Hugh said. "We can have a drink. A bite if you want. Some snacks at least. You can change now, or a bit later."

"I better do it now. I need you to tell me if it's right. The instructions were a bit confusing."

"Is it all white?"

"Yes."

"Everything?" he asked, looking through my clothes.

"Everything," I confirmed.

"Change in the room next to Tracy's. There's a big mirror in there."

I took my time. As I put on the bra, I shuddered. What if he really did want to see my underwear again. What kind of girl wears a shelf-bra? All my tits were on show. Shirley wouldn't mind of course. I shook my head. Didn't need that memory messing up my night. The panties weren't as tiny as the black ones but they were hardly 'normal'. It was luck I naturally had so little hair, given the plain mesh front and back.

The shirt looked normal before you put it on, but it was translucent. The color of my nipples was obvious.

"You can see," I said to myself.

With the short jumper on top it looked fine. The problem was Hugh's house was warm, he'd think it weird to keep a jumper on over the shirt.

The skirt was long and mesh. It was designed to show off your underwear underneath. So, if my top was like that too, it would be too much.

In the end I took off the shirt and wore just the jumper. It was less complicated that way. I only had one layer and I'd just have to suck up the warmth.

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"Holy shit, that's a nice skirt."

I blushed, of course, as I spun around as requested. "You look really good."

"This jumper is short. Am I going to be okay having my midriff open like this?"

"You'll be fine. Is that top too warm for you?"

"I'm okay. It's just this. Nothing under. Well, a bra. White, of course."

"That's good" Hugh smiled, handing me a wine. I drank it so quickly it was clear I was nervous.

"Have another. But relax. I'll be at your side the whole time. I promise."

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"After this we walk through that door at the end. Once we go through, we can't come back. It's a one-way door. The only exit is at the other end of the mansion."

"The other end?"

"Think of Ikea. You have to walk through the whole maze if you want to get out."

"Ah, okay."

"I'll explain the wristbands once we walk through the door."

I had a yellow band on my arm, Hugh had a green one, not that we could see the colors properly in the bright yellow room. It's the rookie room, Hugh had told me. It was filled with yellow-colored heat lamps on the high ceiling.

"Shoes need to come off. Special marble floors. On the other side we get fitted slippers. Put your shoes on the shelf here."

Hugh took his off, so I did the same. If it's a one-way door, how do we get them back later? I didn't ask. There must be a way.

"And...these too," he said, holding his waistband.

"What?"

"These need to be left behind too."

"Our clothes? All of them?"

"No, just the bottom."

"We need to wear special pants out there? What the hell are they planning to put us in?"

"You'll see. Off. On the shelf."

I'd never seen Hugh in his underwear. He had seen me, so I was more nervous about his pants sliding down than my skirt coming off.

"This is weird," I admitted, standing five feet from him, both of us with short tops and just our underwear on bottom.

"Take your pants off."

"What?"

"Take your pants off."

"These?" I asked, thumbing my panties, shocked.

"Pull them off. Show me your pussy."

"You gotta be kidding?"

"Off."

"I can't take my pants off."

"Wendy. Show me your pussy."

"Why you need that?"

"Take your pants off."

"You take your own pants off!"

To my absolute shock, he did. I put my hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe it. This was not how I'd ever expected to see Hugh's penis.

"Hugh, what is this? What's going on?"

"Take your pants off, Wendy."

"Why?"

"Wendy, show me your pussy."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing!"

"I don't trust you."

His penis was right there. In the open. Covered in weird yellow light. It was scarily thick even though it was soft.

"Wendy. Yes, you do. You know you do," Hugh said calmly. "Believe me when I say you're safe."

"I'll be safe?"

"Of course you will."

"Do I have to?"

"You have to. Wendy, honey, take your pants off."

"It's embarrassing."

"I know."

"What will you do to me?"

"Wendy. Take them off. Show me your cunt."

I looked around the room.

"There are no cameras," Hugh said, reading my mind. My hands were shaking as I pulled my underwear down. They dropped to my ankles. I felt like turning around, but showing my bare ass in was just as embarrassing.

"Step out of them. Hand them to me."

I did as he asked. He could feel my hand shaking.

"What... happens now? Are we going to take...?" I fingered my top.

"No nothing else. Your top must stay on. It cannot come off your shoulders. What we're going to do now is walk out those doors. I'll explain more on the other side."

"What is out there?" I asked, shaking.

"Let's take a look."

He moved in close to help me put my mask on, and his own.

Hugh then took my hand. I followed behind timidly. I felt cold. My ass was covered in goosebumps. I tried to walk with my legs closed as if that would somehow hide my small bush.

Behind the doors were bright white lights. After coming out of a fully yellow room I had a moment of blindness. I heard the door click behind me. When my eyes adjusted, the sight was truly amazing. Cold black and white marble floors. Huge ceilings. Mirrors on nearly every wall and roof. Any uncovered wall and ceiling space were bright white. The lighting was crystal with bright white incandescence. Every guest everywhere was dressed in masks and white tops and every guest everywhere had no pants. None. Pussy and cock were everywhere.

In front of us was a fully dressed staff member in a white top with black pants manning a golden rope. He looked us up and down, and checked down my front that everything under my jumper was white. He seemed uninterested in my bare nipples, nor with my bare vagina. We passed his scrutiny and moved further down the hall.

"We need shoes. This way."

A walk-in cloak room had rows of clear plastic high heel shoes for women and white boat-shoes for men. A servant man took my hand and sat me on a clear plastic chair, cold on my ass. He measured each foot. I was trying so hard to hide my pussy; unlike the doorman this guy was blatantly checking me out.

I looked over at Hugh. He was checking me out too, but more to my emotional state than my nudity. I wasn't happy, there was no way I would be here if I knew I had to show my vagina to people. Even showing my tits would be difficult. Having no pants was pure torture. How could he bring me to such a place?

I could hear his answer in my head. He'd told me twenty times I wouldn't like it, but pigheadedly I'd driven forward anyway. My own curiosity had shamed me, not Hugh.

And then there was his cock. I hadn't taken a proper look. I guessed it was biggish. I didn't really know enough to be sure, but compared to other guests he looked scary. And I had a tinge of disappointment to know he had been to many of these parties, that he had shown himself to so many people already. I thought he had more dignity than that. Was he just another sleezy old guy after all?

The heels were tall. For a little while I held Hugh tightly to get used to them.

"Naked girls look better standing in heels," he explained. "More elegant."

"Elegant?" How could being in public with no pants ever be elegant? I felt shoddy and cheap, like one of Shirley's whores. The only saving grace was my mask. As Hugh walked us along the hall, I could see guys stop to check me out, front and back. If I hadn't been able to hide my embarrassment behind my facial feathers, it would have been impossible to carry on.

At the end of the first Hall was a massive balustrade that ran around a huge open circular space. Staircases spiraled down three levels.

"Wow," I couldn't help but say.

"Impressive isn't it?"

"I thought we came in on the ground floor, now we're on the top floor?"

"Built down the back of the hill. There's a spectacular pool deck and garden out back."

"Hugh, I can't walk through all those people. Not like this."

"You're uncomfortable showing your cunt so openly?"

"I was embarrassed taking off my pants just for you. Out here... it's mortifying."

"No one knows who you are with that mask."

"I know. You know. And guys keep staring."

"What do you expect? You've got a great ass. Your pussy looks young and fresh. What guy wouldn't be interested?"

"You were right about me not wanting to be here. Can we leave?"

"Only by walking through all that. Come on, there's a bar on this level the other side. Let's sit and hide for a while."

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The seats were designed that you couldn't actually hide away. The barstools were stuck to the floor, out from the counter. As much wine as I drank, Hugh's penis didn't stop pointing toward me. I couldn't cover my pubes with my short jumper.

"Are they..." I said, looking at a couple in the back.

"Fucking? Yes."

A lady in a white t-shirt was sitting on an unsighted guy, facing forward, pulling her pussy up and down his erection.

"First time?"

"What?" I asked shakily,

"Watching live sex."

"Of course!"

I drank more wine. The barman topped me up but Hugh smiled and said take-it-easy.

"Let me explain this place," he said gently. He leaned toward me, hands on my knees. He pulled my legs apart. The lights were so bright, there was no hiding my pussy lips from his stare.

"Everyone is here for your cunt."

"My cunt?"

"This whole party is about sex with girls. Boys having sex with girls, girls having sex with girls. No foreplay. Just penetration."

Hugh let that sink in for a while.

"Am I going to be raped?"

"Ha! Not today. No."

He ordered another whiskey.

"Today you have a yellow wristband, which indicates a rookie. Rookies don't have to do anything they don't want. My green one means I'm escorting a rookie."

"Only rookies don't have to do anything?"

"Every person here, you can't say no. If someone comes up and wants to fuck you, you have to let them."

"Have to?"

"Well, you choose to. It's the rules of the party. If you don't like the rules, you won't come to the party."

"I didn't know the rules!"

"Which is why you have a yellow wristband."

"So...on a normal night," I said spinning around and pointing at a random, "If that guy asked, I have to fuck him?"

"Yes. Him or his woman."

"Women fuck women too?"

"Yes."

"Jeez. Don't let me lose this wristband," I said, holding it tightly.

"So that's most of it. No full nudity, except in the pool. You have to keep your top on. You can lift it to show your tits, but can't take it off."

Hugh stood and came close to me.

"Like this," he said, pulling up my jumper. I could tell he was shocked that I had an open shelf bra. He had gripped my breasts on our last date but had never seen them.

"Perfect," he said. I wasn't sure if he meant me or the bra.

I didn't expect he would lean down and kiss them. He took me by surprise. It was bizarre. The barman grinned as he watched my chest get mouthed at his counter. Hugh took my hand and moved it to his penis.

"Oh my god!"

He was hard. And huge. I tugged gingerly. People around us started watching. Hugh stood, leaving my tits out. I was panting. He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling it to the edge of the stool. He took my hand off his cock, then pushed my legs well apart.

"Lean back," he told me. "Lean back on the bar."

He held his own cock, rubbing his head back and forth between my lips, getting both of us wet.

"Are you really going to do this to me?" I panted. "Here?"

Hugh found the spot and pushed. I grimaced and screamed at the intrusion. Three guys came in close to my left, watching it happen. I blushed behind the mask as Hugh began the long grinding task of opening my pussy up. It took an age for me to take it all. Then he started fucking. He was holding my hips on the stool and humping madly. I could smell my pussy as it slopped on each stroke.