Cozy without clothes

The day wound on, much like any lazy Saturday over the last month or so had. The members of the 'magic orgy club' were so comfortable and accustomed to the haven that was the Jay household… that they’d sort of forgotten how strange it must seem to an outsider.

Mark's mom had scooped up all their discarded uniforms and underwear last night and chucked them in to wash. Yet when Lydia asked what she was supposed to wear, the other three looked at her in blank confusion for a moment. Stacy had made such a point of being naked as much as possible, that the concept of 'basic modesty' had been long dead around here by now. Even Ms Jay barely covered her magnificent curves as she hummed an old rock and roll tune and hung up two sodden sets of bras and panties from her highschool guests. She let her silken gown flow open and swayed from laundry room to kitchen like some lost, fey spirit of the sixties.

Mark did find a couple of less-smelly old shirts for the two girls to throw on against the creeping hints of winter, but somehow the sight of them; pantsless and loosely-buttoned. Seemed more alluring than when they were wearing nothing at all. A blanket fort was made of the living room: duvets and cushions piled high into a geological marvel of soft peaks and secret alcoves. A landscape to get lost in while watching silly sci-fi movies and suddenly find the hot chocolate you'd thought was lost, still alive and well behind a chair leg.

Outside the wind had whipped up and November rain lashed against the windows. Yet, Lydia was not sure she had ever felt so cozy in all the toenail-painting slumber parties she’d attended with her supposed friends and equals on the great ladder of social hierarchy that was highschool life. There was no targeted nitpicking at the faults of anyone who had failed to attend, no required reading of current fashion mags to simply regurgitate at each other as holy law. No pointed questions regarding which boys were currently in the sightlines of each participant, knowing full which names were bound to begin an argument. Just inane chatter about which green-skinned, foil-thong wearing actress had more 'personality'... and Stacy flat out stating they both had great tits.

The cheerleader even enjoyed the casual, unthinking way the young men just seemed to treat hers and the other girl's bodies as toys to be played with... With Mr Gregory, sex was everything. Every interaction was some sort of game or scheme or trick or punishment. Some new way to debase and humiliate her into submitting further down the path she had chosen. It was exhilarating, of course. Her young body and fluttering heart ached for the coarse touch of his calloused hands around her neck. But it was exhausting too; to be always on edge… always waiting for the next burst of arousing cruelty. To be here and feel… safe, as one nerd or another groped at her or slipped inside of her… was a strange conflict of expectations. It didn't quench her hidden inner thirsts in the way Master did… but still threw water on the endless inner horniness she knew was always burning, deep inside.

Around noon, Ms Jay appeared at the door with a plate of freshly made sandwiches. Mark balked at the vision of her standing there, large breasts and curling pubic hair on full display. Yet none of the others could deny their appreciation of the mature woman in full bloom. Hers was a body honed to be on display, and now she had decided they could be honoured with such a vision… she wore it with sultry confidence. Stacy and Lydia could recognise a glint in that elder goddess's eyes, as she lay the plate down in front of them all and offered a giddying view of her bared chest.

"Mind if I join you all?" She asked, innocently. Planting herself down before her son could voice his own, quite apparent objections.

"Oh, they're just breasts Marky!" She huffed, chuckling at his squirming reaction. "I don't see why I should be the only one expected to constrain myself in my own house. I think it's wonderful how relaxed you all are around each other’s bodies… and I'm just asking that you extend that courtesy on to me, as well!"

Pete was certainly not complaining, with the way his eyes crawled across the mature beauty who'd joined them. And of course Stacy was all over the woman immediately. Lydia had heard all the rumours about her newfound friend over the years… but had assumed most of them were just empty air. Now, though, she wondered if perhaps there had never really been any limit to who or what the slut-to-be found alluring. Limiting herself from possible sexual experiences was simply not something Stacy would ever consider.

At the same time… it wasn’t as if the cheerleader herself had disliked any of those kisses they’d shared. As their naked bodies were pressed together and one man or another took advantage. Perhaps she had never really considered where her own limits lay either...