Six Times a Day Pt. 36

Ginger and Suzanne laughed too. It greatly eased the tension. For some reason, that caused many of the strangers staring to lose interest, as if it had been announced the show was over. Also, with Ginger between Xania's knees the view was blocked, though there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's minds what she was doing there. However, while some of the crowd turned away, at least half did not.

Xania immediately fought back. Even though she was shaking like a leaf, she was determined not to be outdone. She opened her eyes and, staring intently into Suzanne's green eyes, she said to Ginger, "Waitress, I'm not sure if Suzanne's vibrator is properly inserted. And without it in, how can we order anything? Can you check? Thoroughly? ... And you, Suzanne. Spread your Thunder Thighs so this woman can make a proper inspection."

Suzanne accepted the challenge and spread her legs. She returned Xania's challenging stare with one of her own. Ironically, while Xania was coming to grips with the situation, Suzanne was getting more nervous, uncertain of what Xania would now try to make her do in revenge.

Now it was her turn to look around the room nervously at all the people staring. One way she'd been so calm before was because she didn't allow herself to do that. As soon as she did she regretted it, because there were plenty of women still interested. But she was a good judge of character and she could quickly discern at least that there wasn't an angry face in the crowd. In fact, most everyone was tremendously turned on by their blatant display. There was no shortage of fidgety legs, nipples poking through fabric, and cheeks glowing crimson from blushes from blush and arousal. It seemed like a giant lesbian orgy was about to break out at any second, especially in the circle of tables immediately around their own.

Ginger now got down on both knees and inserted the fingers of one hand into Suzanne's groin while keeping the fingers of the other hand in Xania's pussy. She encountered a large vibrator blocking access to Suzanne's pussy, so she couldn't put her fingers in. But she grabbed hold of the vibrator and pushed it in and out.

Ginger said, "Xania, looks like the vibrator is very much in. Though I'm taking my time to handle it to be absolutely sure. That's more than I can say for your vibrator."

Xania would not be outdone. She pulled Ginger's fingers away and put the vibrator deep inside her. It felt so good that she nearly screamed. As it was, the situation was driving her to a climax to end all climaxes. With the big vibrator filling her all the way up, she finally let herself go and was hit with a powerful orgasm.

She slumped down in her seat and inadvertently spread her legs wide again. She was amazed at how sweaty and out of breath she was, especially considering it was an air conditioned room. She was so emotionally and physically drained that she could barely lift a finger.

Ginger took advantage and brought her hand back to Xania's defenseless pussy. She worked on Xania's clit.

That caused Xania to only spread her legs even further. She gave up all attempts to be discreet and sat back in her chair, moaning in extreme lust. At this point, she wouldn't have minded in the least to tear off whatever few clothes that still barely covered parts of her.

Finally, after a minute or two of sitting in a very exposed position, Xania came to her senses enough to look around and see that there were still at least two dozen mothers staring intently at their table. She was too frazzled to realize just how many of them were panting.

She adjusted her top because one of her boobs had sprung completely free during her orgasmic overload. But now she felt too good to stop the fun altogether. And seeing Suzanne's knees still wide, she realized that the two of them were filling up the room with the smell of pussy, but she refused to even close her legs up and lose the game of face Suzanne was playing.

Xania was barely holding on. Between looking at Suzanne's wet inner thighs, all the women staring at them, and Ginger panting between her legs, not to mention feeling what Ginger was doing to her clit, she felt like she was completely losing her free will to uncontrollable lust.

But she couldn't take it any more - she needed more contact, more arousal. She suddenly hissed, "Suzanne, if this was your idea of getting me warmed up, it worked! Good GOD did it ever work! Let's go fuck! Take me somewhere and do me with a strap-on. Now!"

Suzanne didn't really have a private place away from home, but she hoped Ginger would provide one. She stood up and asked, "Ginger, do you have like a storage closet or something we can use? And would you like to join us?" Suzanne was so excited she couldn't even keep her hands off of herself as she impatiently waited for a place to go.

Ginger pulled her fingers away from Xania's crotch and pointed with a juiced up index finger towards a door. "We certainly have just the thing. A storage closet. I'll lead the way. But unfortunately I can't partake, because I am at my job after all, and all these people want to eat. Next time let's do this when I'm at the end of my shift. Okay?"

Xania and Suzanne didn't stick around to chat. Both were so worked up that they practically flew to the private room Ginger pointed out. However, when they got to the door, they stopped because the rest of the women in the room started clapping.

The two of them turned around to see that they were now being given a standing ovation by nearly everyone in the room.

One woman who was close to them walked even closer. As the clapping died down, she said, "Wow. I'm not even a lesbian, but wow. As just a sheer display of sexual brazen lusty... Wow. I'm speechless. Bravo." She clapped, and the others started clapping again.

Blushing still more, and with a mixture of pride and shame, the two of them opened the closet door, took a slight bow, rushed inside, and closed it behind them. They were instantly plunged into complete darkness, but they didn't care. They both burst into hysterical laughter.

As they frantically undressed, Xania deadpanned, "You think anyone out there doesn't know what we're about to do?"

"What's that, Hippo Hips?"

"Shut up, Thunder Thighs!"

They shut each other up with an electric mouth to mouth kiss.

Then they fucked each other absolutely silly in the complete darkness of the small closet. The vibrators came in handy. They tried to keep their voices down so the mothers outside wouldn't pay them any mind any more, but that only added to the intensity of their illicit fuck. Both of them half expected the police to come and open the door at any moment, but it never happened.

When they were all done, they waited a very long time in the darkness. They just talked, hoping most of the customers who'd seen them run off together would be gone. They were mostly successful, but not everyone had left.

In fact, one woman had apparently waited for their return. She walked up to them and handed them a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it, and then walked off without saying anything.

Suzanne walked out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. She examined the piece of paper and tried to remember the face and body of the woman who handed it to her.

Xania asked her, "So, you think we should introduce her to Alan?"

Suzanne replied, "What you mean in the lingo of our little group is, is she Alan-worthy? I say... nah. Technically, yes she'd qualify, but he's got his hands full enough now. And anyway, you can't just say yes. One has to look into her background first. We don't want any problems."

"Maybe later then," Xania suggested. "When things calm down and most importantly, when I'm back in town. Nudge, nudge."

"Maybe. I'll keep the number." That resolved, Suzanne said to Xania, "So. Welcome to my world. This is a fairly typical event since things began with Alan. Now can you see why I'm slowly losing my self-control?"

"You come to this restaurant often?"

"No. It was a bit of a trial run to see if I could bring Alan, Katherine, or Susan here. I don't really know Ginger that well as I've only seen her at the other store a few times, and I don't think we'd get along that great sexually, since she's a dom and I'm a dom. Unlike me though, she's way into S and M, too. She uses this job and her other job to find subs she can use. She's a great multi-tasker in that respect. It's not really a job so much as a way for her to prowl. By the way, that's why we didn't have to worry about being caught. The owner of this whole complex is a woman about our age who's one of her subs. Ginger told me all this so I could take advantage of this spot sometime."

"I wish you would have told me earlier! I wouldn't have been so nervous."

"But the nervousness is part of the fun. By the way, you notice how wholesome she looks? All Miss America Midwestern coffee shop waitress?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't believe it. From the very limited experience I've had with her, I'd say she's about the wildest and most insatiable sexaholic I've ever seen. I could hardly recognize her today. You should see her over at the sex shop, all dressed up like a dominatrix. Alan still doesn't know about her. I'm afraid to get her near him for fear that she'll whip him black and blue or something. And she can go the other way and beg to be whipped and spanked, too. That's the last thing he needs right now, more weirdness and exhausting sex with someone other than me."

"So, have you done this public sex kind of thing lately? Maybe with your Sweetie?"

"Oh. Sorry I didn't really answer your question. No, all the fun takes place at the Plummer house so far, but it's of that kind of intensity that we experienced today. With Alan there's always something new and exciting, and highly orgasmic. You'll find out tonight at the card game."

"I can't wait. Wow. You've got an amazing thing going on down here, Suzanne. But the game isn't until this evening. We've got hours and hours before I have to don my fake psychologist glasses. Why don't we do a little shopping and catch up on old times? I'm so glad we're back in touch. Why didn't you look me up for some fucking and fun years back? You know I'm not the kind to hold grudges, even with what you did with Jeffrey."

"Well, I pretty much gave up lesbian lovemaking not long after I last saw you. I started working my way up the social hierarchy and I guess I was afraid of what other people would think if I got found out. Cheating on husbands was okay, in the sense that it was expected, but a lesbian relationship was somehow beyond the pale in the gossipy circles I hung out with. Mostly, I worried that word would get back to Susan, and then she'd be appalled, and maybe even afraid that I would try to seduce her. I didn't want to lose that friendship for anything and I still don't. Remember that this was back in her prudish days, when I was doing my best NOT to seduce her. Even though God knows how much i wanted to."

"But now, everything's changed," Xania noted.

"Yep. I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks any more, as you can see. It's just all out sex and fun every single day of the week, and I'm loving it."

"Damn." Xania pondered the situation in silence while they walked across the parking lot together. The sky was sunny and cars honked in busy traffic somewhere in the distance. She could still barely comprehend what they just did in front of dozens of witnesses at the restaurant. She had a feeling that as intense as that experience was, the card game would be even better.

CHAPTER 4

Alan made it a point to get to school ten minutes early. He figured his friend Sean usually got to school with time to spare, so that would be a good time to catch him and talk about a proposal he'd come up with the night before.

Alan found his Korean-American friend locking up his bike at the bicycle racks. He immediately guided him away to a remote corner where Heather wasn't likely to find them. He was still doing his best to avoid talking to Heather whenever possible.

Finally alone, Alan asked, "So, Sean. What are you up to?"

"I'm on my way to contact the Weekly World News." That was the infamous over the top tabloid newspaper.

"Why?"

"So I can give them their next headline: Rare Alan Sighting in Orange County, California. His friends Bat Boy and Elvis are believed to have stayed behind in their secret Bermuda Triangle underwater base."

Alan found that amusing, but played it straight. "I'll have you know that while Elvis and I are casual acquaintances, I have NEVER met Bat Boy."

They both laughed. Sean commented, "Very funny."

"Not too bad yourself. But I need to be serious with you for a moment." He pondered how to begin, and then started with, "Sean, have you heard any strange rumors about me lately?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't really heard anything but people have been asking me strange questions. Just yesterday this big football linebacker type came up to me - you know I never talk to anyone like that - and he asks all gruff-like, 'Hey, you're a friend of Alan's, right?' I told him yeah and he starts asking me a couple of questions about your sex life, of all things! Isn't that bizarre? And then another guy did nearly the same thing. Peter said it happened to him, too. I was going to tell you about it, but finding you lately is like trying to find the Loch Ness Monster or something."

"What did they ask?"

"Mostly who you were sleeping with. I told them Amy, of course. Since she's your girlfriend. I mean, it's none of my business, but I guessed that maybe you and her, were, you know... That if you did it with anyone, it would have to be..."

Alan smiled at his friend's awkwardness in discussing anything sexual. Although Sean was good looking and was in great shape thanks to his love of tennis and other sports, he was an even bigger nerd than Alan used to be. Worse for Alan's purposes, Sean was below zero in sexual experience. His family was about as prudish as Alan's used to be, which was saying something. Like Alan, he focused all of his sexual and romantic longing on someone unobtainable. Just as many boys in the school did, Sean worshipped the ground Heather walked on.

Alan thought, Man, Sean, your whole world is about to change. Get ready to hold on to your hat! Or maybe I should say hold on to your pants. "Look, I know I haven't been the best of friends lately. These last couple months you've hardly even seen me - none of my friends have. I want to make it up to you. Can you keep a secret? Absolute secrecy? You especially won't tell those guys snooping around?"

Sean nodded.

"The truth is, I've discovered sex in a big way. And Amy being my girlfriend is just the latest chapter in a wild ride. I've been living a bit of a double life and having loads of sex without anyone knowing. Some of the women in this school are really wild. Heather, for instance."

"Heather? You mean head cheerleader and goddess sent to Earth Heather? That Heather? You expect me to believe that you've been having sex with her? No way!"

"I do, and I have. Have you noticed how she actually says hello and even talks to me? Why do you think that is? That's why those guys are snooping around. They're worried that I'm sleeping with their girlfriends."

"Wait a minute. Back up. I'm still getting my head wrapped around this Heather thing. You're saying that YOU have had sex with HEATHER?!"

Alan belatedly realized that trying to get Sean to believe that could be dangerous. After all, Sean thought of Heather as his dream object, so it would be a big blow for him to think Alan slept with her. Instead, he said, "Never mind about Heather, the point is-"

"Whoa, not so fast." Using a classic "I Love Lucy" line, he said in a Cuban accent, "You've got a lotta 'splainin' to do, Lucy."

"Okay, let's put it this way. Have I flirted with her? Yes. Have I kissed her on the lips? Yes. I've done all kinds of things with all kinds of women lately. I'm getting to be a regular Don Juan."

"Noooo... No shit. Wow. But wait a minute. If you kissed Heather on the lips, what about her boyfriend? He'd kill you."

"So don't tell anyone, for God's sake! Can we get off the Heather topic already? In some social circles pretty far removed from the ones you know, I'm getting notorious. Some guy practically attacked me in the hallway yesterday."

"I know. I thought maybe that's what you wanted to talk about."

"You heard about that already? ... Gossip spreads fast, I guess. So you see? The snooping? The bullying? It's happening because they think I'm this sexual stud. And I don't mean to toot my own horn, but there's a certain truth to that!"

Sean was extremely skeptical. "Alan, two months ago we had a major D&D Lord of the Rings simulation. It lasted all weekend. You were acting, like, king of the geeks."

Actually, Sean was king of the geeks much more than Alan was, and had for instance been the one to think up and arrange the game he referred to, but Alan let that point slide.

"And now you're telling me that this same guy, namely you, is having sex with all kinds of women? And even kissing Heather on the lips?! And you expect me to believe that?"

Alan was amused that kissing Heather was a bigger deal to Sean than all the rest, but he hid his smile. "It's true! I swear to God. Things have changed. Why, speaking of Tolkien, a couple of weeks ago I was rereading the Lord of the Rings and just fizzled out in the middle of the Two Towers. Can you believe that? Me! Without getting too graphic, as much as I love Tolkien, I'd rather be caressing a young lady's thigh than read about Frodo climbing Mt. Doom yet again. I'd even take it over the movies."

Sean gasped as if Alan had uttered a heresy. "Look, man, I know you're not a lying kind of guy, but..."

Alan couldn't help smiling at his friend's pre-sexual priorities, but he stifled a smile again and pressed on. "It's true. Reserve judgment for the moment and let me explain why I'm telling you all this. First off, I've had to be extremely secretive, and it's been driving me crazy, living a double life. I need to tell someone. Frankly - and I know you're gonna choke with laughter on this, but it's true - frankly, I'm having sex with too many girls. Too many! Isn't that bizarre? I've set expectations I can't meet, and I need to cut back. And there's where you come in. You're a reasonably attractive guy, probably the same as me in the looks department. That's good. You've got some nerdy glasses that are a big turn off, but we'll take care of that. I basically want to hand off some of the girls to you."

Sean's mouth gaped wide open and he replied, "What? Did I hear that correctly? There's just enough evidence to make me think you're serious. Some kind of weird talk around school. You've changed, man. Changed. You've been acting so different lately and of course you're never around; there must be something going on with you. Are you serious?!"

"I am, already. Geez. I'm hoping you can kind of be my apprentice. I talked to a girl on the phone yesterday. Her name is Kim. She's on the cheerleading squad. She's-"

"Kim?" Sean exclaimed. "The cheerleader Kim? She's definitely doable. I'd TOTALLY do her. You're fucking HER? But what about Amy? Amy is awesome. I would never cheat on Amy if she was my girl! Man, that's fucked up. I thought you're Mister Moral Guy."

"I know she's great, but she'll let me sleep with other girls, and variety is the spice of life."

"Dude! Get real. Is this whole thing some kind of joke?"

"Believe me, man. You couldn't imagine how active my sex life is, which is why I need your help with Kim. And others, but she'll be a good start."

"Others? This IS some kind of joke, right? Where's Candid Camera?"