The Hunger Ch. 08

After I had absorbed some of the shock, I turned to look at first Jim, and then Sharon. They seemed to be holding their breath waiting for a response.

I finally gathered my thoughts, deciding that I needed to say something. Not coming up with anything better, I asked, "How much rent would you want me to pay?" The immediate relief on their faces was endearing.

Sharon joined the conversation and replied, "Kim, let me explain something to you. We're not really looking for a room mate; we want you to join our family."

I was jolted again. It seemed like the revelations just kept coming again, and again. My head tried to absorb everything and I struggled to figure out what to say next. Jim and Sharon gave me time and sat patiently waiting for me to respond.

Finally, I decided to address the practical sides of their proposal first. "First off, if I were to accept, I would insist on contributing to the household in some way. I know you are just being generous, but I would not feel like a member of your family if I was free loading off your generosity."

"We would never consider it free loading and we are pretty well set financially and don't really need you to pay us anything," Sharon said.

"I know that, but this is a matter of ethics more then finance. We're all business people, let's set aside our feeling for each other for a moment and see if we can't negotiate something," I said firmly.

And that was what we did. We engaged in several rounds of negotiations that resulted in them finally agreeing to let me pay for the utilities and my share of the groceries. I finally won on the point about the utilities when I finally pointed out that they would at least be partially tax deductible because I would be officing from the house. This logic appealed to the business side of Jim's personality.

With that finally agreed, we went on to other practical matters such as moving and storage of a lot of my household goods that would not be needed. Jim offered me the use of an empty storage shed at the camp. When I insisted on paying for its use we entered another round of negotiations. He finally agreed to a price that we felt would be equivalent to what I would pay for an equivalent "lock ‘n store" type unit in the area. The payment would go to the camp itself and not directly to Jim. I also agreed to borrowing a small cargo trailer that the camp owned so that I could start moving a few things down before I was ready to make the big move. It was small enough to pull behind my small car and not so large that I couldn't load it myself. Jim insisted that he would help me with the final move and that he would bring Mike and a few of my other new acquaintances along to help out. Sharon also volunteered to come spend a few days helping me pack up my apartment.

I was finally satisfied with the practical details, at least the preliminary details. I knew some other issues would come up as time went on and the move got closer, but I was confident that those could be easily resolved. With that behind us, I plunged into matters of the heart.

I started off slowly and gauged their reactions to my words. As my confidence grew, based on how they received my words, I plunged in deeper. I explained that I cared for both of them deeply and thought I was falling in love with them both. I went on and said that I was still trying to come to terms with this. My research on polyamory and reading "The Ethical Slut" had helped a lot. I explained that I thought I understood the practical issues involved in a triad relationship but I was still working out the emotional questions and my own personal issues.

Sharon jumped in and said, "Why don't we do this? We'll take this one step at a time. We'll start off with a one month trial period. After that we can re-evaluate, make needed adjustments, or just make a decision whether to continue with the relationship. I think it will take us all at least a month to get used to each other, maybe longer, but it would be a good time to sit down and evaluate how things are going."

"I like that idea," I replied. Her suggestion left me with the escape clause that my lack of confidence required. "However, I do have another question. What about seeing other people outside of the two of you?"

"Kim, we have told you in the past that we are not exclusive to each other and we would not expect that from you either. Jim and I rarely play with others alone, that is, outside of parties and other couples, but it has been known to happen occasionally. We realize you are doing a lot of exploring right now and we wouldn't want to hinder that in any way. We look at it this way; you are at the stage of learning to be comfortable with your sexuality. Ultimately, we know that will come back to reward us." Sharon was very articulate in her explanation of their thoughts on this topic.

Jim carried on, "We are comfortable with the idea of each other having sex with others, as you know. We are also comfortable in our love for each other, and our love for you. We recognize in each other the need for variety and know that while we would be satisfied in a monogamous relationship with each other, we would also be denying our needs to be with others. This is not the first marriage for either of us and early on we recognized and admitted that neither of us would be happy in a strictly monogamous relationship. If nothing else, we are just able to put aside the petty jealousy that other couples have and be honest with ourselves and each other."

Sharon took up from there, "What we are offering you is an opportunity to share that kind of lifestyle with us if you want it. When all is said and done, we know that you will come home to the ones that you love. If not, then it just wasn't meant to be and we can all hopefully part as friends and perhaps still be occasional lovers." When Sharon finished the room fell quiet and I considered their heart felt words.

"Wow, to say that I am a bit overwhelmed would be an understatement," I said after letting their words soak in for a moment. "To be honest, I have fantasized about the kind of relationship that you are offering me. I never really thought it was the sort of fantasy that was practical in the real world. Based on what you two share, and are now offering me, I guess that I was wrong about that."

Jim and Sharon just sat there quietly smiling, understanding completely where I was coming from. That was one thing I truly loved about them. They could sympathize and empathize totally with what I was going through, especially Sharon. She had gone through the same thing. She understood what it was like to cast off the heavy cloak of sexual inhibition that society had placed upon women. Jim, in his own way, was supportive, but he obviously came from a different back ground and social upbringing.

We all sat there for a while, lost in our own thoughts. They were allowing me the time I needed to assimilate everything that was said. I finally broke the silence and said, "OK, where do we go from here."

Sharon replied, "Well, I want to go get some sun. Want to join me?"

I smiled and nodded my agreement. Jim, as was his usual practice, said that he needed to make his rounds and would join us later. Sharon and I gathered our pool stuff and we met Jim at the golf cart to be dropped off at the pool. My mind was still considering everything that had just been discussed. I was still in a little bit of shock. So many things were going right for me and at the same time I kept expecting some sort of disaster to fall on me and upset everything good that was taking place. I finally decided to give up on my negativity and accept life as it came. I realized that my conversation with Jim and Sharon had resulting in me falling just a little bit more in love with them.

As had become our ritual, Sharon and I found empty loungers and set up our little nest poolside. She greeted a few of the regulars and residents that I was starting to recognize as well. We oiled each other up and retrieved cold bottles of water from the small cooler we had brought with us.

We had a little bit of privacy. No one was near us, as the pool area was still fairly empty. As we oiled up with sun screen, our conversation turned to my upcoming "date" with Ken and Lynn. Sharon was genuinely excited for me and her enthusiasm was infectious. I found myself growing more excited at the thought of a new sexual adventure. She offered to play the role of "maid" and help me get ready for my date. She asked me what I planned to wear, if anything, and I told her about my recent shopping trips. I finally told her that I would show her what I brought and let her choose what she thought was most appropriate for me to wear. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the though of dressing up for a date at a nudist camp. The thought was just slightly incongruous. However, Ken and Lynn had seen me nude before, and I thought dressing up so they could "unwrap the package" was sexy. Apparently Sharon agreed with me.

After we had exhausted that topic, I went on to tell her details about meeting Heather and the possibility of some sort of relationship with her. Again, her excitement peaked and she fired off a salvo of questions about Heather. I had feared some degree of jealousy from Sharon, but it never appeared. She was genuinely happy that I was expanding my circle of friends and potential lovers. I know that she and Jim had said I was free to see others, but our conversation about Heather was a frank demonstration of just how open they really were. I said something about the fact that I would soon be moving two hours away from Heather and if a relationship did develop, it would be temporary at best. Sharon, without hesitation, said that Heather could always come visit me at the camp and she pointed out that I would be making sales calls near her in my new job. She seemed to go out of her way to provide hope to offset my doubts. Her comment basically repeated the earlier suggestion by her husband. That stirred my imagination once again and I couldn't help but think of the possibilities of having Heather with me at the camp. I knew that I was getting way ahead of myself but I still enjoyed the images that flashed through my brain.

I was forced to quell those images when I heard Amy's familiar voice, "Hello ladies, how are you doing today?"

I rolled over and saw her un-mistakable petite, pierced and tattooed body approaching on the pool deck. She politely asked if she could join us and we rapidly agreed. Sharon couldn't resist sharing all the details of the recent events in my life with Amy. I sat back and was a mere spectator as Sharon expounded upon the things that were going on. Amy was very pleased to learn that I was moving to the camp and made a comment that it "would be good to see more of me." I couldn't help but remember the invitation that she had extended to me to play with her and her husband Mike privately. It was good to be desired and I resolved to get with her later to make plans to do so. My mental calendar was quickly filling up and I was starting to feel like the social butterfly of the swinging community.

When Sharon explained how we were going to play "dress up" for my date with Ken and Lynn, Amy offered her services as my maid as well. It looked like my preparations for my date had turned into a bit of a hen party. I was looking forward to it.

Later, Sharon started teasing me about Heather and told Amy that I had "a new girlfriend." I was once again peppered with questions about Heather from Amy. I finally told both Sharon and Amy to just cool out, that I didn't know if there was anything there with Heather. I assured them I would make sure that I would fill them in on all the details if, and when, there were any details to share. The two of them were positively giggly and reminded me of two teenagers at a sleep over discussing their favorite rock star that they had a crush on. On some level I was fairly amused by this side of their personalities.

Sharon said she was ready for a soak in the hot tub and Amy and I agreed. I was situated across the tub from Amy and I couldn't help but stare at her pierced nipples. The water level was such that her breasts were right at the surface and the gold metal rings glinted in the sun. A quick mental image of my own pierced nipples between Sharon or Heather's lips flashed through my brain and I felt a shiver run through me at the thought. I had a few small "decorative" tattoos but I was not interested in the all over tattoo design she sported. The piercings on the other hand were somewhat fascinating to me. I began to ask her questions about them. How painful were they to have done? Did they increase her sexual pleasure? If she had to do them over again, what would she do differently, and so on? I suppose they were the sort of questions she got all the time. Her answers were forthright and honest and she discussed their pros and cons. I was captivated by her description of the benefits they provided to her sex life. I resolved to add this to my list of internet research topics.

Sharon added that she had tried a few piercings earlier in her life and while she enjoyed them, and how they looked, her body had rejected them and she been forced to remove them. She went on to explain that that doesn't happen with everyone and if I was interested in getting pierced, then she was all for it. I just smiled and told her I would think about it and then added that I had a lot of things to think about.

After we had simmered for a while in the tub we all agreed that we'd had enough. A quick dip in the pool to cool off followed and we were soon back on our respective lounges, sunning ourselves. I was pleased with the way my tan was developing. My white ass was starting to fade and I was losing the characteristic "bunny tail," as nudists refer to it, that is characteristic of people new to the lifestyle. My breasts were also starting to get a nice bronze glow that set off the pinkness of my nipples.

My mind was wandering a little when I saw Jim and Mike approaching. I couldn't help but compare and contrast their physiques as they walked toward us. Jim's more familiar, stockier and more heavily muscled body stood out next to Mike's taller, slimmer body. My eyes were also admiring their cocks. Even soft, as they were now, there was a marked difference. My mind flashed back to Mike's long thin cock taking my anal virginity just days ago. Likewise, my mind flashed on the image of Jim's thickness buried in my pussy and then my throat only hours ago. I felt my pussy responding to this imagery and my labia swelled. My nipples were also jutting out, making their presence known. I clamped my thighs together and felt my slippery labia squish together. I had to remind myself that we were in public, even if it was in a nudist camp, and to restrain my arousal. I issued a mental rebuke to myself and tried using my mantra to seek some level of calmness.

Mike gave me a big hug and a kiss. His cock was level with my belly and rubbed against it and I had to remind myself to remain calm once again. How do these folks do it, I wondered? While I understood the naturist ideology that nudity and sexuality were not connected, I was having a hard time with exercising that philosophy on a practical level. I assumed this was something I would grow accustomed to with time. I hoped so, I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself every time I was in the public areas of the camp. At least, I reminded myself, I didn't have a cock pointing at the sky. That would simply be humiliating, I thought. In that, nature had been kind to me.

We sat around and chatted amiably for about another hour until Sharon announced that she had had enough sun and was ready for a snack and maybe a nap. She surprised me when she asked Mike and Amy if they would like to join us. She gave me a look that asked if I was OK with that and I eagerly gave her an almost imperceptible nod of approval. When Mike and Amy agreed, we all gathered up our stuff and trooped back to the house.

Amy, Sharon, and I whipped up a snack consisting of fruit, veggies, cheese, and crackers. It was all I needed after the heavy breakfast that John had fed us. Glasses of ice tea topped it off. We put the large platter of food on the coffee table in the living room and we all sat on a couch of the floor and helped ourselves. I was enjoying spending time with my new friends in such an open and relaxed environment. The conversation was light and enjoyable. I was the butt of a lot of ribbing by everyone but I took it in stride and in the way it was intended. I wasn't the only one that was targeted and I realized this was how this group enjoyed spending time with each other.

After everyone had finished, the leftovers were put away by Sharon, Amy, and I. While we were in the kitchen, Sharon asked Amy, "Do you think you and Mike would be up for a little play time?" Amy was quick to approve, saying that she was sure Mike could be "convinced" to join in.

"What about you Kim? Is that cool with you?" Amy asked.

I only had to think about it for a millisecond and agreed. "After all, I wouldn't want to jeopardize my standing as the camp slut," I said, giggling.

"Who said you were the camp slut?" Amy asked.

"I think that would be you. I'd always heard it takes one to know one." I replied, smiling at her. We were joking and it was the kind of jovial and light hearted kidding I was quickly learning to associate with this group. I was starting to learn that you had to give as much as you received to keep up with them, especially Amy.

"Well in that case, let's go grab us some men and have our way with them," Sharon said.

"Now that sounds like the best plan I've heard all day," Amy said happily.

As we rounded the corner into the living room, Sharon signaled us to follow her towards the bedroom. She turned and looked at Jim and Mike sitting in the living room and said, "Fellas, we're going to go play. Feel free to come join us if you like." I thought Jim and Mike were going to trip over each other as they got to their feet and trailed us.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Amy took my arm and pulled me aside and said, "I'm the only one here that has never had a chance to really be with you. Don't you think it's time to remedy that?"

"That sounds like a lovely idea to me," I replied, my eyes meeting hers and seeing the passion in them. While we had played a little at their party the previous weekend, my attention had been primarily on Mike. I was not at all adverse to the idea of exploring her body and allowing her to reciprocate.

Sharon must have noticed Amy and I and said, "It looks like Amy is going to monopolize Kim, so I guess I'm just going to have take care of you boys. Do you think you would settle for lil' ole me?" she asked coquettishly.

"I don't really think that would be any great hardship," Mike replied and then added, "Far from it, as a matter of fact."

Sharon knelt on the floor and drew Jim and Mike closer to her. She was soon giving an exhibition of her oral talents, alternating between both men. Amy led me over to the bed and she was soon atop me, our lips locked in a very hot kiss. She was being a little aggressive with me but I liked it. I was more then ready to let her take the lead. I was confident she would let me know when she wanted something from me. Her petite body matched up well to mine. Our thighs were intertwined and our pussies rubbing against each other. At the same time I could feel her small breasts pressed against my own. The cool metal of her piercings was a nice contrast against my warmer skin.

I could feel our juices mingling and our thighs were covered in them. For such a little girl she sure was juicy, almost as juicy as me. Her mouth left mine and moved to my neck and ears. My body became covered in goose bumps as she licked, sucked, and kissed my neck and ears. I could have let her do that all day but we were both hungry for more. Her tongue left a wet snail's trail from my neck to my breasts. The trail continued around the circumference of my breasts and spiraled inwards from there. I was dying to feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples but the sensations she was giving me were just too good to force the issue. My hands were in her hair, gently guiding her mouth. She knew what I wanted but was happy just teasing me, making me want her even more.