Prepare for Evening Celebration

The day had progressed quite naturally by Ashley?s standards. She had managed to finally get dressed after resting comfortably. Her parents had called to wish her a happy birthday. She was happy to talk to her adopted parents, who had always been so supportive of her. Her dad was a loving man who always doted on her, paying extra-special attention to her ever since her eighteenth birthday. It wasn?t until she had moved out, and talked with one of her girlfriends, that Ashley began wondering if her adopted father ever harbored fantasies of having sex with her. Ashley coyly played it off, but had to admit, the thought did fuel some intense masturbation sessions, late at night, when she?d entertain the taboo thoughts. Ever since, Ashley would lace her conversations with very subtle, teasing innuendoes, gauging her father?s reactions. They never outright talked about sex, but Ashley made it painfully aware that she was active, and quite knowledgeable.

Ashley, and her mother, however, had an extremely open relationship; one that Ashley was quite grateful for. The two women were quite similar, and had developed a unique bond of friendship, openly discussing sex, and their seemingly insatiable desires for physical contact. Ashley regularly informed her mother of her partners, and their activities. After a while, Ashley stopped being surprised to find out that her mother had partaken in many similar jaunts in her search for sexual identity. The one area Ashley didn?t discuss with her mom was about the suspicion surrounding her dad. Ashley didn?t want to cause problems, yet at the same time wondered if her mother ever fantasized along the same lines.

When Ashley?s mom got on the phone, Ashley said she was preparing for a night out with friends. They talked about what she intended to wear, and it was her mom that convinced her to dress in a sexy outfit. The two giggled about the options. Before Ashley had hung up, however, she did confide in her mother, the rather strange occurrences that took place that morning. Her mom had listened intently, a mischievous smile growing on her face as Ashley detailed the activities. Her mom was getting aroused with the conversation, her long fingernails idly tracing over the aroused nipples as she listened, finding herself in the need for some relief soon. Her mom dismissed it, convincing Ashley that she was just in a super-aroused state, given that it was her twenty-first birthday. As soon as the phone call had ended, Ashley?s mom locked herself in the bathroom and masturbated herself in a frenzied heat to a glorious orgasm.

Meanwhile, Jennifer sat twitching nervously, the tremors of her self-induced orgasm still reverberating through her loins. As Jack approached, Jennifer couldn?t stop the warm rush of heat rising through her cheeks, a sense of embarrassment filling her up inside. Jack asked if she was okay, not wanting to let on that he had witnessed her erotic moment. Jennifer lied and said she was fine, that the champagne was making her feel a little warm. She hugged Jack tightly and buried her face into his shoulders to avoid showing him her telling eyes. She kept him tight till the tremors left, till her heaving breasts no longer ached for attention, till her moist interior dried somewhat. They broke the hug and returned to idly staring at the countryside, daydreaming about a future together, and discussing plans for the upcoming evening.

Jennifer?s mind was torn. She was only half-listening to Jack, her mind preoccupied with the bizarre way she had behaved, and her seeming lack of control. She wanted to talk to somebody, but she just couldn?t! Jack surely wouldn?t understand, and she didn?t want him to think of her as some kind of freak. Jennifer never talked about sex with her parents. It was something that seemed strictly taboo in this bible-belt community of religious farmers. Besides, everyone knew everyone else?s business, which is why Jennifer and Jack always had to sneak off to someplace private and hidden. Sure, everyone knew what was going on, but it was not something that people flaunted. Jennifer didn?t have any true friends she could discuss the matter with either. Her life was centered on the farm, her family, and Jack! She was growing increasingly frustrated, unable to clear her mind of her troubles.

She now sat naked on her bed, grateful for another uneventful shower. Jennifer was afraid she may have developed some kind of obsessive compulsive disorder when it came to sex. Now she pondered what to wear for dinner tonight. Again, Jennifer wondered if tonight would be the night, especially since dinner at the restaurant was to include Jack, along with his parents, and her parents. Jennifer donned a pair of white cotton panties, and a plain white bra, before padding to her closet, searching for something that might be appropriate, while her parents were getting dressed also.

Ashley was beaming with excitement. Five of her closest friends had confirmed a wild night of partying, while at least ten others promised to catch her at the club. Ashley had pampered herself, taking a leisurely bath in some scented bubbles, dreaming of the fun she planned on having this evening. She now sat naked on her bed, considering her wardrobe options for the evening. Hearing her mother?s words echoing in her head, Ashley rummaged through the dresser and found a black leather miniskirt. Her eyes beamed with excitement as her fingers clutched it, yanking it from the drawer. She stepped into the skirt and inched it over her flared hips, settling it into place so that the bottom was just a few inches below her rounded butt. She spun in front of the mirror, her unencumbered breasts swaying with her pirouette as her eyes studied the skirt. She had to admit, she still looked great! Ashley giggled heartily that the skirt was dangerously short given that she had already made up her mind to go out without any panties on this evening. Ashley had considered going braless; however, there was nothing she could wear that would support her ample assets for a night of dancing that would make her feel sexy enough. She finally settled on a lace half-bra that generously supported and presented her tits as if they were on a silver platter. A frilly white blouse with enough buttons undone topped off the outfit, showcasing the deep cleavage along with her creamy assets. Her cell phone rang, and Ashley met her friends on the street, eager to get the night?s festivities started.

The six girls were ushered into the club, still rather empty at this early hour. Ashley was immediately identified as the ?Birthday girl? and given special preferential treatment. The liquor came quickly and frequently, as various generous people would buy the birthday girl a drink. It didn?t take long for Ashley to get the desired buzz she was looking to achieve. Her friends had coyly managed to sidle up to some of the early male patrons, convincing them that they might have a chance to ?score? as long as they bought the ?ladies? a drink. It was all playful flirting, but it was working quite well. All six girls were becoming quite randy as the club began to fill with its usual patrons. The chatter of the girls quickly turned sexual as they appraised the various men throughout the bar, including the bartenders and bouncers. The girls started claiming men that they?d like to woo throughout the evening, all of them agreeing to woo some for Ashley. Ashley didn?t mind one bit! She was out to have pure fun tonight!

As was customary, when the music got pumping, the girls hit the floor, and danced among themselves. It was part of their routine. They?d shrug off any early male intruders, screening the prospects as the night wore on. They?d put on a show, geared at teasing the men into a frenzy and then have fun shooting down the not-so-lucky individuals before settling on their chosen few if they were persistent enough. So the girls went en masse onto the floor and amidst the fog, lights, and pounding music, began swaying their hips, and waving their arms to the music. They spun freely and wildly, allowing any onlookers to view their wanton abandonment. As the groove became more suggestive, the girls danced even closer amongst themselves, grinding their bodies against one another.

Standing in her closet, Jennifer could hear the impatient call of her parents, beckoning her to hurry, lest they be late. With a hurried haste, Jennifer donned a very short black skirt, one she hadn?t worn in years. It still fit about her waist, though her rounded hips caused it to ride higher than she recalled. She grabbed at the first blouse she saw, a crisp, white blouse with a frilly front. She hadn?t given it any thought, other than feeling a compelling need to wear the chosen outfit, no matter how inappropriate it seemed for the occasion. Jennifer hurried down the steps and caught the disapproving look from her mother. Her mom frowned at the outfit, making her opinion known. Jennifer couldn?t explain why, but she didn?t want to change clothes, as her mother had suggested. Her inner struggle was relieved when her father chimed in, in opposition to his wife. His eyes sparkled as he took in his daughter?s youthful beauty. ?It?s her birthday. She can wear whatever she wants! C?mon, let?s go!?

Jennifer?s mom huffed and turned to go out the door. Jennifer almost leapt into her father?s arms, embracing him tightly, thanking him for his support with a kiss to his cheek. For the first time, Jennifer felt a tingle run through her spine, her soft breasts crushed into the chiseled chest of her father, the smell of his musky cologne, and what felt like bulge trapped between their bodies. Her insides immediately became moist as she embarrassingly broke the embrace, and suggested they go.