Penny Meets the Neighbors Pt. 07

Eventually Penny walked up to Marina and put her hands on Marina's shoulders. The expression on Marina's face was pure misery: she obviously expected to hear the worse. Instead, Penny leant forward and kissed Marina on the mouth, hard, pushing her tongue between Marina's lips until she responded, pressing back until the kiss became an open-mouthed expression of the two women's lust for each other. When Marina began to reach up to Penny's breasts, eager to play with them, Penny pulled herself away, telling Marina, "Be patient. It's all going to work out fine. But wait until tomorrow."

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In spite of her instructions to Marina, Penny also found the waiting difficult. She knew the next two Saturdays could change her life irrevocably, but they needed be handled properly, or the changes could end up being for the worse, not, as she hoped, something which would transform her life into something new and marvelous. The biggest risk today centered on Penny's plan to somehow leave Marina alone with the girls for a while. She wanted Marina to fall into Alyssa's circle of her own accord. That way she'd be more likely to fall in with the next stage of Penny's plan the following week.

Eventually, on a warm, blue-skied afternoon, Penny found herself knocking on Alyssa's door, with Marina at her side. She glanced at Marina, aware she was leading her sister into this without giving her any real warning of what was about to happen. For Penny, the next half hour was like spectating on a repeat of her first visit to Alyssa's house. Marina was effusively welcomed by Alyssa, who was clad once again in an ultra-skimpy string bikini, her boobs squashed together like two balloons on her chest. Penny's only concession to preparing Marina had been to forewarn her they'd be swimming. Both sisters wore swimsuits under their summer dresses. Out by the pool Niamh, Amy and Helen were reclining in the shade, all of them revealing generous expanses of gorgeous feminine flesh; their soft curves emphasized by well-chosen swimwear and carelessly dangling straps.

Once Penny and Marina pulled off their dresses and ensconced themselves in sun loungers with a glass of wine in their hands, the other women began to gently probe Marina about her marital problems, nodding sympathetically, and agreeing with her as she listed her complaints, emphasizing with the frustration she felt.

"Oh you poor thing," Helen cooed, reaching across to pat Marina on the hand. "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, years," Marina said, "I don't think he's ever noticed anything."

"But surely you must have tried telling him?" Amy asked.

"So many times. He just doesn't understand what I mean," Marina said, sighing, "He's perfectly happy with our sex life; he always says so. He can't imagine anything different."

Hearing this, Alyssa leapt in, asking, "What do you want your sex life to be like Marina?"

Marina's reply began hesitantly, as she searched for the words to describe what she yearned for, "I want that feeling, oh, you know, the one where when you climax, it's like your entire body, no, more than that, your entire being has orgasmed."

"You mean a real knee-trembler? Like you've been fucked senseless and can hardly think straight," Alyssa said, smiling at her crude rephrasing of Marina's diffident explanation.

Marina blushed, "Yes. Like that. I want my sex life to be like that."

"Have you ever experienced it?" Helen asked, "Maybe it isn't Steven, maybe you're just not very orgasmic."

Marina looked down shyly at the floor, "Yes. I remember the first time I masturbated, my first orgasm. It was the most amazing thing to happen to me up to that point in my life."

"Any other times?" Helen pressed Marina.

"Well, the time Steven fucked me when he took my virginity. But that was right at the start. I came just from him pushing his cock into me the first time. It was just the anticipation, after taking so long to get Steven into the bedroom, and the shock of finally feeling something inside me, after all the fantasizing I'd done. I didn't realize it 'til later, but when he came inside me a few minutes after, I was still feeling good from the first climax, but I didn't cum again." Marina looked at Penny, "After that first time, I've never had a real, proper, intense orgasm through sex, just sometimes when I finger myself. Not until..."

Marina stopped, and glanced at Penny, then turned away in confusion, not knowing where to look. Alyssa, who already knew what had taken place between Penny and Marina, spotted what was going on. The other women registered the awkward moment, but didn't understand its significance. Deciding save her knowledge for later, when the moment was right, Alyssa instead resumed her questioning intended to draw out Marina's fantasies and desires.

"Do you want to take on a lover?"

At first, Marina instinctively came right back at Alyssa with a snapped, "No!" but as soon as she said it, she reconsidered, slowly drawing out her answer, "Well, maybe..."

Once again, as she said this, Marina's eyes flicked left to where Penny was sat. Alyssa noticed this too, but rather than pick up on it, she said, "You're still young, and you've got a nice set of tits, you should get yourself a twenty-something stud with a nice big cock."

Alyssa's blunt crudeness made the other women laugh. Keeping the joke going, Amy chipped in with, "And make sure you test-drive a few to make sure you get one who knows how to use it!"

When Marina smiled nervously at Amy's joke, clearly unsure how to respond, Alyssa knew it was time to begin reeling her in. Pretending to take Marina's side against Amy's last comment, Alyssa said, "Oh Amy, that's not fair! Maybe it isn't a cock Marina needs."

Hearing this, Penny knew the seduction was about to begin. While the conversation ebbed and flowed around her, Penny had been thinking. She wanted to leave Marina in the hands of Alyssa and the others, and she had devised a plan to make it happen. Now though, she thought about how much she'd like to see Marina's capitulation. Could she 'leave', but not really leave?

The first part of Penny's plan involved fabricating an excuse to leave the party. Anticipating this need before she'd left home, she had opened up the text messaging function in her cellphone, creating a new message and entering her own number in the recipient field, but not sending it. Now, while the conversation went on around her, she let her arm dangle idly off the sun lounger, until it was grazing her purse. Making sure no one was watching, she let her fingers slip into the purse until she felt the phone. Then, praying she was pressing the right button, she hit 'send'. A few seconds later her phone emitted the familiar beep indicating a new text message.

Making a show of being surprised, Penny went into her purse and retrieved the phone so she could read the message, "I'm sorry girls. I'll have to go for a while. Mark has gone and locked himself out of the house. I won't be long."

With one final backwards glance to check Marina was fine with being left alone in the girls' company, Penny hurried into Alyssa's house, walking through it as far as the front door, which she opened, then closed firmly, to give the impression of it slamming as she left. That done, she hurried back to the living room and found a spot, hidden behind a sofa, but close to an open window, where she could look out onto the back garden. The women were still sat around much as before. Straining her ears to hear, the women's voices carried through the open window, allowing Penny to listen in on the conversation.

Marina had obviously just given a hesitant reply to Alyssa's comment about needing something other than a cock to satisfy her. Amy was in the middle of a sentence, "...better luck getting off some other way," which suggested she was also hinting there might be other options available for Marina to relieve her frustrations.

"Yes," Niamh said, as if following up Amy's point, "Did Penny tell you she bought a vibrator last weekend?"

Penny couldn't hear Marina's reply, but she could see her give a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

Amy's response was nothing but quiet, "She did! And you weren't curious?"

This time, Marina did manage an answer, but it was so mumbled Penny could barely hear. Fortunately, Alyssa's loud voice relayed Marina's words across the garden, "She offered to let you try! Did you say yes?"

"Yes," Marina said quietly, then more clearly, "Yes, I did."

"And?" both Alyssa and Amy responded, simultaneously, "How was it?"

"Really good. I came. Hard," Marina said.

"Did it give you the whole-body orgasm you've been looking for?" Niamh asked.

"Kind of," Marina replied, then warming to her subject, continuing, "It was really intense, and I could keep it pressed there, which made me cum and cum, just kind of in a continuous spasm."

"So are you gonna buy one?" Amy asked.

"Probably, yes. But." Marina stopped, mid-sentence.

The girls waited for Marina to finish. When it became clear she wasn't going to, Helen pressed her, "But what?"

"Oh, it's just, I think an orgasm should be kind of in the head, as well as between my legs. It was just a machine; I kind of think what I want is where, where there's a real person, a real connection."

Alyssa shook her head, telling Marina, "An orgasm is just an orgasm Marina. Are you sure you're just sexually frustrated or is there something more going on?"

Helen interrupted, "No, I know what Marina means. It's not like with those guys who'll fuck anyone, and are happy once they've cum. It's better when you feel something for the person you're fucking. Marina's right, when you cum like that, it's in your head, not just in your pussy."

As Amy faltered, Niamh took up the theme, "Yeah, I agree. But sometimes, I don't think it's that you have to be in love with the person. Just, the chemistry needs to be right. Yeah, that's it, if you meet someone, and there's a spark, and you're comfortable with them, it doesn't matter if you've never met them before; the sex can still be mind-blowing. Other times, you can be with someone you've known for years, and you love them so much, but there's nothing there, and well, when the moment comes, nothing happens."

Marina nodded in agreement, "That's what it is with me and Steven. I love him, but there's just no electricity, nothing to get me going. And the vibrator, well it was great; it did amazing things to me, but it's only a piece of plastic. It's just a stop-gap. It isn't going to give me what I need in the long run."

"So what is?" Helen asked, "If you're not going to take a lover, and you can't satisfy yourself with a vibrator, what are you going to do? Just complain about it for the rest of your life?"

There was an awkward silence. Realizing what she had done, Helen leant across to Marina, putting her hand on Marina's leg, "It's OK Marina, you'll find a way through this."

Helen's hand stayed on Marina's leg, squeezing it gently. When Marina looked at her and smiled, Helen withdrew her hand, but still left it dangling with her fingertips close to Marina's thigh.

Alyssa was next to speak, saying quietly, "They're not the only options."

Marina looked across at Alyssa, questioning her, "What do you mean?"

"The choices aren't binary. It isn't just a case of an affair or a vibrator, is it? There are other ways of getting what you need. I think you know that already. You're just too scared to admit it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Marina said.

Alyssa sat up straight on her sun lounger and staring directly at Marina, asked, "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"No!" Marina said, automatically. Then, realizing she wasn't being truthful, she hesitated, before reluctantly admitting, "Yes."

Alyssa could have chosen that moment to ask 'who?' but she let the opportunity go, instead saying, "So? What was it like? Did you get the mental orgasm you're so desperate for?"

"Yes. It was the best sex I've ever had," Marina said, her face blushing red, but her eyes sparking with a passion the women watching her had not seen in her face before.

Looking puzzled, Helen asked, "So why don't you do it again?"

"I might," Marina said, "But..."

When Marina paused, Helen finished her sentence, "But you're afraid of what people might say, aren't you?"

At this point, peering through the window, Penny saw Amy reach across and take Niamh's hand.

"Yes," said Marina, registering what Amy had just done, then continuing, "Yes I am."

Alyssa spoke again, leaning in close to Marina, "Don't be."

Marina stared back at the circle of women, turning her head to each of them as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Helen took up the baton, "Was it just one woman? Was the chemistry you felt just with one particular woman, or could it happen again with other someone else?"

Speaking very slowly, Marina said, "I don't know."

"Have you ever been tempted to try?" Alyssa asked.

"It was very recent," Marina replied, "There hasn't really been a chance."

"But would you?" Alyssa asked, pressing home her advantage.

Marina repeated her original answer, "I don't know."

Alyssa leant even closer, and put her hand on Marina's leg. She slid the hand up Marina's thigh. Marina's eyes widened, and her face took on a shocked expression as she realized what Alyssa was doing.

With her face only inches from Marina's, Alyssa spoke very quietly, "Does it turn you on thinking about it?"

Marina nodded hesitantly. Still uncertain what was happening, she looked around at the other women. They smiled back at her reassuringly, as if to say this was all perfectly normal.

Alyssa spoke again, "I think you should try."

Just when Marina was starting to panic, Alyssa pulled away, and leant back in her chair, breaking the tension.

Helen smiled at Marina, and spoke light-heartedly to her, turning Alyssa's comments into a joke, "Alyssa's right you know. You should try. You might find it's the answer to all your problems."

"Maybe," Marina conceded, "But it isn't something you can just go out and do, is it?"

"What do you mean?" Niamh asked.

"Well, how do you do it? Most women aren't interested in that kind of thing," Marina said.

"It's not as rare as you might think," Helen said.

Alyssa spoke, her voice cutting across the conversation, "What if I told you that all of us here are bisexual; would that change things?"

"Oh."

The penny dropped. Marina looked at the women around her, taking in the expressions on their faces. Alyssa was struggling to suppress a look of triumph, but Helen looked on kindly, obviously keen to welcome Marina into the group, and clearly prepared to make the introduction a gentle one. Amy's plump chest was heaving, straining at the thin straps of her bikini top. Niamh meanwhile had taken her hand out of Amy's, and moved it onto Amy's upper thigh, close to the small triangle of fabric hiding her pubic mound.

Helen took the lead, lest Alyssa's bluntness scared Marina too much, "Do you want to? We won't do anything if you're not comfortable with it."

Marina stared back at Helen uncomprehendingly, finally saying, "I don't understand. What do you want to do?"

The reply Helen gave was simple, but still, for Marina, ambiguous, "We want to help you. We'll do whatever you want."

When Marina still sat there, looking blankly at the women, Amy got up and moved across to Marina, kneeling in front of her. Placing her hands on top of Marina's thighs, she said, "We want to give you all those things you said you wanted."

"What! Here, now?"

"Yes. Why not?" Amy said, sliding her hands along Marina's thighs as she spoke, until they were on her hips.

Marina's voice was quiet, but incredulous; she was struggling to mask her horror, "But, here? In front of everyone?"

Helen tried to reassure Marina, "Just close your eyes and concentrate on the sensations."

Alyssa on the other hand went for an extra injection of shock factor, "Penny enjoyed it when we watched her."

"Penny?"

Although she was momentarily dumbfounded, Marina's confusion was followed by a rush of understanding. Penny's comment on Wednesday night suddenly made sense. This is what she'd meant when she said she'd slept with other women recently, and had enjoyed it. More importantly, Marina now knew why Penny had bought her here today.

Marina's growing comprehension was accompanied by a slight sense of disappointment. Penny had obviously intended to lead her through the events of this afternoon. It seemed a shame Mark's text message had resulted in her absence at this critical juncture. Feeling relieved now she finally saw the bigger picture, Marina began to relax. She looked at Amy kneeling between her legs, and said, "What do you want to do?"

In the living room, Penny watched Marina's capitulation with a sense of satisfaction. Unlike Marina, Penny knew her absence was crucial. Marina would now feel like she succumbed to the advances of the other women willingly, rather than under pressure from Penny. Looking through the window, Penny could see Amy instructing Marina to lift her hips so the lower half of her bikini could be removed. She knew it wouldn't be long before she could safely make her reappearance. In the meantime, Penny couldn't resist sliding a finger inside her own swimsuit. As she watched the scene outside unfold, Penny began to finger her rapidly dampening pussy.

The smile on Amy's face was greedy and lascivious: seeing Marina's resistance crumble was obviously a big turn on. She threw Marina's bikini bottoms to one side then glanced up at Marina's face and licked her teeth. Nervous but excited, Marina stared back at Amy, biting her lower lip as she waited for the next move from the more experienced seductress.

Amy's fingers went to Marina's pussy, spreading her labia apart. The smooth red-pink flesh of the interior was revealed, a vivid gash in Marina's hairy bush, raw and wet like an open wound. Amy's tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on her lips, making Marina wait, making Marina moisten with heightened anticipation. Finally she went down on Marina, pressing her mouth onto Marina's cunt, feeling Marina buck beneath her, pushing her tongue in, feeling Marina's wetness.

Marina's reaction was immediate and uncontrolled, "OH! THAT"S SO GOOD!"

Momentarily stunned, Marina fell back and let Amy's tongue roam freely over her pussy. Given free rein, Amy lapped eagerly, gripping Marina's ass to pull her pussy in close, and burying her head between Marina's thighs. The response was a breathless torrent of open-mouthed moans and gasps of pleasure. It was several minutes before Marina regained even a hint of composure. When she did, she reached a hand down between her legs and pressed a finger against her clit. Now, with her finger rubbing as fast as it could, and Amy's tongue still sucking at the streaming juices, Marina threw her head back and wailed. When Amy slid a finger into the pit of Marina's pussy and began frigging her, the wail became a scream. Her orgasm was dramatic and all consuming.

Helen, Alyssa and Niamh looked on, awestruck. As Marina's ecstasy peaked, she was reduced to a trembling, quivering wreck. She had got exactly what she wanted: an orgasm which began in the mind and culminated in an overwhelming whole-body climax. Eventually, Marina slumped back into her chair, entirely sated. Amy sat up and turned to her audience, seeking praise for the effect she'd produced on Marina.

Watching from a distance, Penny gushed with excitement at what she was witnessing. She was tempted to finish herself off there and then, but forced herself to stop, knowing it would be more rewarding to go outside and rejoin the other women. It was time to make her reappearance. Standing up, and rearranging her swimsuit where she'd pushed it to one side, she hurried outside, determined to keep a straight face and feign ignorance of her role in what had just taken place.