Chapter 6

It had been about eight months since they had been rescued from the island. Their story of surviving the disaster and their rescue briefly made some headlines before other events occurred, that natural cycle of news. What had happened on the island was kept a secret by the seven survivors.

The captain and his first mate, absolved of any responsibility in the shipwreck, moved on to work on another boat. Dave and Rachel were still a couple. Brad and his wife Leslie returned to their lavish lifestyle made possible by Brad’s business. And Melissa continued to work as a receptionist and had just turned 20.

She, though, was struggling with “returning to normal.” She still felt uncomfortable with a man who had been the first to fuck her. Her boss, though, treated her with the same respect and support that he had before the fateful cruise. Melissa wasn’t dating anyone and tended to act aloof and distant if any young man attempted to take a conversation to date territory.

She often had trouble sleeping at night as her thoughts, dreams and fantasies drifted back to the days and sexual encounters on the island. She bought herself a small vibrator and often couldn’t go to sleep until she had masturbated herself to orgasm. Her thoughts were filled with how she had been coerced into sex and then how she had willingly given her body to her male and female companions.

It was late on a Thursday afternoon and Melissa was about to leave work when her boss stopped by her desk.

“Hey, Mel,” Brad said. “We’re having some folks over to the house for drinks tomorrow night. Some friends and some business associates. Why don’t you come by? You could make some contacts so maybe you could get out of this dead-end job.”

He smiled at his joke.

“I’ll think about it,” she answered. She spent most of that evening with an angel and a devil on each shoulder, arguing and contemplating the decision. The fact she would be in a social setting with the man and wife who had been part of her sexual awakening was causing her to wonder about their intentions.

When she woke up, she looked in the mirror and decided that her fear and indecision was unfounded. “There will be other people there, I’m driving myself, I can leave when I want,” she reasoned. “l’ll drink a glass of wine and then leave. And maybe Brad’s right, I’ll make some contacts that could be helpful.”

When she got to work she saw Brad when he came in and she told him her decision. “Great,” he said. “It’s basically from 7 to 9 but some folks might stay later. Nothing fancy, business casual.”

After work Melissa went back to her apartment, took a shower and pondered what to wear. She decided on a light gray sheath dress with short sleeves and bare shoulder holes – the current fashion trend.

She had never been to her boss’ home. Her phone GPS guided her to the address. There were valet parkers. And the “home” was more like a mansion. She walked up the stone steps that split the circular drive and rang the doorbell. In a few minutes, Brad appeared. “Melissa,” he said, smiling. “So glad you decided to come.” He extended his hand and led her into the large sunken living room where the guests were gathered.

There were waiters circulating with trays of drinks and she ***********ed a glass of white wine. Brad excused himself and Melissa watched him rejoin his wife Lorraine. Melissa noticed she was wearing a short white dress that hugged her sexy shape. Her tapered legs were accentuated by the short hemline and the high heels she was wearing. Melissa didn’t think Lorraine’s attire could be defined as “business casual.” On the other hand, perhaps as the hostess she wanted to look her best.

Melissa stood to the side of the room and observed. There are about two dozen people and it appeared she was the only single – and, it appeared, the youngest. Most of the guests seemed to be about the same age or maybe younger than the host and hostess, who she knew were in their late 30s.

After a couple of minutes, a few couples stopped by to introduce themselves and make small talk. Melissa had slowly sipped her wine; she was limiting herself to one glass. She glanced at her watch and noticed it was 7:45. She started to think about her exit strategy when Brad and Lorraine walked up. “Hey, before you go, we’d like to show you our house,” Lorraine said.

The tour took about 30 minutes. Melissa was impressed by the layout, the décor, the classy elegance. As they walked past the master bedroom – they didn’t go inside, it was an off-hand “mention” – Melissa had a sudden flash back to the island and the threesome she had shared with the couple. Her face flushed as she considered the sorts of sexual frolics Brad and Lorraine engaged in on the large bed that she noticed through the open door.

As they descended the staircase into the living room, it was empty. “Ah, I think everybody moved down to the lower level,” Brad said. “We’ll show you that and then if you want to leave, you can.”

They descended a carpeted staircase and at the landing there was a large wooden door. Brad pulled it open and they walked down a short hallway, Melissa trailing her hosts.

Chapter 7

When she entered the room, Melissa gasped and stopped in her tracks. Other than about a five-foot hardwood surface around the walls of the room, the floor was covered with mattresses and pillows. The guests were all spread across that area; some were naked, some were down to lingerie and underwear.

“What … the … fuck,” Melissa let out, her voice just above a whisper. Brad and Lorraine were at her side and Lorraine put her arm around her waist. Brad leaned close to her ear. “Sweetheart, we know you really dug what happened on the island,” he whispered, his hot breath making her shiver. “We have these gatherings once a month or so. Everyone here is kind and gentle. Just go with the flow and enjoy it.”

Melissa stiffened. She remembered Brad saying those exact words at the lagoon when he and his wife had drawn Melissa into their group sex world with an incredible threesome.

The light was low and diffused but Melissa could see that the other guests were engaged in various levels of foreplay. She felt a shiver go up her spine and faint tingling in her pussy.

Melissa was in a bit of a daze when she came back to reality. A woman was standing in front of her.

“Well, hello,” she said. “I’m Amanda. And you are …?”

“This is Melissa,” Lorraine said, a sparkle in her eyes. “She works in Brad’s office. She was with us on our ill-fated cruise.”

Amanda reached out her hand and Melissa mechanically did the same. As they shook hands, Amanda clasped her other hand over Melissa’s, rubbing it lightly. “I saw you earlier but didn’t get a chance to say hello. Welcome to our little group, hon.”

Amanda was about Melissa’s height. She was wearing a light green camisole and thong panties. The color was a perfect compliment to her red hair which styled in a sassy bob. Her hazel eyes were sparkling as she stared at Melissa – who suddenly realized that Brad and Lorraine had moved away.

Still holding Melissa’s hand, Amanda maneuvered her against the wall and then lifted that hand above Melissa’s head and placed it against the wall. She did the same with her other arm.

“Don’t move,” she said, her eyes still boring into Melissa’s.

Amanda’s hands traced over Melissa’s face, her fingertips and manicured nails barely brushing over the skin. They moved along her hairline, down past her ears, her jawbone, her cheeks. Her index finger traced over Melissa’s full lips, slightly parting them. She then leaned in and kissed Melissa. At first, she kept her lips together, but Amanda’s tongue kept flicking and pushing until Melissa moaned and her mouth opened. Amanda’s tongue eagerly invaded the moist, warm cavern.

Melissa started to drop her arms, but Amanda sensed the movement and used her hands to push them back into place. She broke the kiss briefly and Melissa realized Amanda wanted complete control.

The kiss resumed, and this time Melissa’s tongue became a more active participant. Amanda gave a purr of satisfaction and her hands moved down to cup Melissa’s breasts through her dress. Melissa’s nipples were already hardening, and Amanda’s caresses were speeding the process.

Their lip lock alternated between intense and soft with Amanda dictating the difference. Melissa’s heart was pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as the experienced woman engaged in her sensual foreplay.

One of Amanda’s hands slipped down Melissa’s leg and used her fingers to gather up her dress to her waist. She moved her other hand down to Melissa’s left leg. “Hmmmmm, thigh highs,” Amanda murmured. “Sexy.”

Amanda’s hand moved up above the stockings to the smooth flesh and then continued up to Melissa’s crotch. She lightly brushed her hand across it and Melissa broke free from Amanda’s lips to let loose a moan/sigh. “Oh my … what are you doing to me?” She knew the answer to the question. She felt Amanda’s hand travel over her mound to her other leg and move down her thigh to the top of that stocking.

Melissa still had her arms above her head as if they were pinned to the wall. Amanda broke off the kiss but then kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe. Then Amanda removed her hands from where they had been and let Melissa’s skirt slide back down her legs. She reached up and took both of the young women’s wrists and pulled her to the edge of the hard wood floor and moved behind her.

By now, the orgy was in full swing. Over 20 naked bodies were on the mattresses and pillows with a variety of combinations and couplings. She spotted both Brad and Lorraine; they were each hooked up – Brad with a petite blonde who had a gymnast’s body and Lorraine was stroking the large cock of a slim black man.

Amanda leaned close to Melissa, who could feel her firm breasts pressing against her back.