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Red Polka Dots

By: PaulSandarac



[Once, in the distant past, in fact more than fifty years ago, there was a young boy attending Kindergarten each morning. At five years old, and in the strange ways of childhood, he had not yet reached the age where little boys and little girls considered members of the opposite sex to be more of a nuisance than anything else; something to be tolerated, but exceptionally annoying! And on this sunny September morning he beheld something he would never forget, a beautiful young brunette classmate named Janet, who was wearing a white flaring skirt whose generous flounces were covered with silver dollar sized red polka dots. Even after so many years, he could still recall standing there, in the schoolyard, transfixed by her in that stunning skirt, even though the details of her face and manner are murky at best; and it would be the first hint at a lifelong love and fascination with all things and persons female and feminine. This story is dedicated to Janet, the very first, but not the last, girl who enthralled me!]

[For more sexually adventurous types, there are sufficient instructions within this story to make your own Red Polka Dots game. Any stationary, or school supply outlet, will have what you need. And, if you have a colour printer attached to your PC, you can find suitable thumbnails of the required male and female anatomy, and so on, to print. These pictures can then be cut out and pasted onto blank card stock to make your own Activity Deck, etc. But whatever you do, make sure, when you print out the rules, that you include the warning that comes at the end!]

[All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS] 

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Janet awakened from a deep sleep, and found herself quite alone on the family room couch. The clock said 6 AM, and there was no sign of Sarah, Michelle, or the boys; they must have gone home. A slight throbbing behind her forehead, and a throat every bit as dry as a desert, reminded her that she had overly indulged in vodka laced drinks the night before.

"Overly indulged," she thought to herself rather ruefully, "that's a laugh; how about 'slightly drunk'?"

As she further recalled the events of the wildest party ever, she couldn't help but blush from the tips of her toes, to the roots of her hair. Janet considered herself to be pretty adventurous compared to other girls, but last night ... whew! And the unbelievable thing was the way that Sarah and Michelle joined in! But there was no escaping the unvarnished truth, in the cold light of a sober morning after; she was both the instigator, and a very willing participant.

Getting up, and reminding herself that thankfully her parents wouldn't be home until Sunday, she padded down the hall in her bare feet to use the washroom, also discovering in the process that she had nothing on under her sundress!

"Where in heavens name are my panties?" she wondered, returning to the den, and blushing inwardly as she searched between the cushions of the couch.

Mystified, she sat down again, and began to review in her mind the events of the previous evening in considerably more detail. Despite her embarrassment as she recalled her lascivious behaviour, the memories were also causing another reaction, as she felt something very warm spreading through the very personal part of her female anatomy. Finally, with a sigh suggesting the inevitable, she pulled the front of the dress up and spread her legs apart so she could touch herself intimately, immediately discovering that she was already wet!

"Doesn't this thing have an off switch?" she mused inwardly, as she exposed her clitoris with two fingers so she could inflame it until she achieved an increasingly necessary orgasm. Just for good measure, she used her other hand to reach over and retrieve from the end table the wax candle that had proven so useful at the party. With another sigh, but this time one of satisfaction, she began working it butt first into her eager and more than ready vagina.

A few minutes of clit teasing, and a good old fashioned pussy pounding with the candle, did the trick, and she climaxed in a most satisfactory way, arching her back as her pelvis contracted rapidly. Janet had never had any trouble reaching an orgasm, and had even experienced one the first time she had sex with a boy, which she knew from her more worldly girlfriends wasn't usually the case.

As she came down to earth afterwards, she reflected that doing yourself was fine, but didn't nearly compare to getting done properly by a guy ... or two for that matter. After all, inanimate objects, and fingers might be alright; but the real thing was ... well ... the real thing!

Removing the candle, she wiped it with a tissue; and then returned it to the candlestick.

"Not bad, but nowhere as good as the vibrating tooth brush," she thought to herself, looking at it with a sly grin. 

Her headache was almost gone, and she began searching more thoroughly for her underwear, in preparation for a trip to the shower. After a few minutes, she discovered the lacy, semi-transparent scrap of material behind the armchair. Retrieving it, she headed off down the hall to the bathroom, discarding her dress in the process. As she waited for the fine spray of water to reach temperature, she caught a glimpse in the bathroom mirror of the dark curly triangle of hair that adorned her crotch.

"Now behave yourself," she said sternly, pointing at its reflection, and suppressing a giggle.

Laughing at her own silliness, another thought entered her mind, one that made her wrinkle her cute little nose, a thought that could only be expressed in extremely naughty terms.

"Every once in a while, a girl deserves to have a well ... and very, very thoroughly ... used pussy!"

Laughing to herself, she stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo bottle, still reflecting on the events of the party. And what a party ...

* * *

Sean and Roman were very good friends, and shared many similar, if geeky interests, such as computers; the math club; and everything else even remotely technological or scientific. Until Grade 12, girls had avoided them like they had bubonic plaque, but over the course of the prior summer their lives had changed. Apparently, it was suddenly somewhat cool to be academically gifted, and able to pick and choose between various colleges and universities! And, serendipity being what it was, they had somehow managed to meet, and double date, a pair of sisters as a result of their summer jobs at a computer camp. The younger of the two, Lisa, had hooked up with Roman, and even though she was only fifteen, rather enthusiastically introduced him to the art of necking, although that was as far as she was prepared to go. Her older sister Nancy probably had some real feelings for Sean, but they weren't reciprocated, so their romance foundered after a half dozen weeks. As August ended, Roman and Lisa mutually agreed to break up, if you could even call their series of dates a relationship. But it had made for a great summer, as they and the girls indulged in a number of Saturday nights of steamy parking after a movie or whatever, and the two young men returned to classes with a whole new level of confidence as far as the opposite sex was concerned. And surprise, surprise ... most of the previously unapproachable girls in their classes suddenly were more than prepared to engage in conversation, or even flirt with them a little! 

By the Christmas break, Roman had started to sit beside Michelle during spare, and to discuss his future plans with her. Sean found this new relationship that his best friend had established remarkable, and told him so, because Michelle was not only beautiful, in the way that eighteen year old blue-eyed natural blondes with very interesting curves can be, but a certified, perhaps even charter, member of the "in crowd". One day, just before Valentines, Michelle made the extraordinary suggestion that Roman should ask her friend Sarah for a date.

Now normally, Roman would have felt that Sarah was somewhat "out of his league", even though that fall he had started to go out with a few different girls here and there. The more socially popular guys were always trying to talk to Sarah, or sit beside her in class, or get her attention in any way possible. Even though she wasn't particularly well endowed figure wise, her exquisite light brown hair, which cascaded down of her back in a very sexy way, arresting grey eyes, and high cheek bones, along with an elegant and graceful demeanour, made her certifiably "hot", if somewhat unattainable, for most of the senior class boys. At least that's what Roman and Sean had heard repeatedly, whenever an all-male conversation turned to the subject of girls.

Roman was therefore very surprised when Sarah approached him one day after calculus, and asked for some help with her homework. Although he was very nervous to be in close proximity to such a beautiful girl, he provided the necessary help, although he was far too much in awe of her to exploit the situation.

But Michelle was rather firm with him in regards to what should happen with Sarah, including providing a piece of paper with her telephone number on it, so he got up his courage and called. In a year of miracles, one that had so far been highlighted by becoming a world renowned expert on the subject of kissing young females, another exceptional event occurred, as Sarah readily agreed to a date.

As Roman showered and shaved in preparation for this momentous occasion, a virtual mass of overactive nervous energy, he prayed to every deity known or invented by humankind that he wouldn't say or do something idiotic or stupid! After he had picked her up, and they were in the car on the way to a movie, he carefully conversed with her. As she made cautious conversation back at him, he had a sudden revelation; she was not only as nervous as he was, but equally anxious to make the date a success! Clearly the stars were aligned for at least that evening, because the movie was pretty good, and provided for some lively discussion over hamburgers and soft drinks afterwards. And at one point in the evening, Roman even caught Sarah looking at him in an admiring way, when she thought his attention was elsewhere. He pretended not to notice, even though this was bordering on amazing, because Roman thought of himself as fairly average in the appearance department; although, to be fair, at 5'9"; with dark eyes and dark hair, and an athletic frame, he probably was decent enough from a girl's standpoint. But then again, Sarah wasn't just another girl!

When they left the restaurant, Sarah held his hand as they walked back to the car, and when he took her home, she gave him a small kiss on the lips, and a fetching smile, as she thanked him for the evening. Now Roman was hardly a dating expert, but he knew enough to be certain that a request for a second date wouldn't be turned down ... and of course it wasn't. Pretty soon they were "an item", and Roman gradually got to put Lisa's instruction to very good use!

Sean was half complimentary, half incredulous, and half jealous, of Roman's romantic conquest, as it unfolded over a number of weeks.

"What do you know that I don't?" he complained morosely to Roman one afternoon after school.

"How so?" Roman replied, puzzled.

"C'mon, you're dating the most beautiful girl in the entire school, and when you're not with her, you're hanging out with her best friend ... who's so hot ... she sizzles. And then there's that Janet ... who I certainly wouldn't kick out of bed ... and now she's started sitting with you and Michelle during spare ... you must be doing something right ... by the way, does Janet's boyfriend Joey know that you've added her to your harem?"

"It's not like that!" Roman protested.

"If you say so ... but, then again, how would you expect a nerd like me know what it's like anyway?" Sean said bitterly.

"Tell you what," Roman said, trying to cheer his friend up, "I haven't told many people yet, but my parents are going to let me host a party for Sarah's eighteenth a week Saturday ... why don't you get a date and come, or come by yourself if you like ... I think there will be some singles there, along with some couples."

"Michelle and Janet are coming," Roman added, trying to tempt his friend, "and while Janet and Joey will be together, I don't think Michelle is bringing a date. I'm still asking around, but I'm pretty sure they'll be at least a dozen kids."

It took some coaxing, but Roman finally got Sean to agree to come. The party was a success, and his parents even managed to look the other way when there was an empty bottle of white rum in plain view on the bar afterwards; although Roman hadn't had any, as he needed to drive Sarah home. His father discreetly gave him a smell test ... before surrendering the car keys to him!

During the party, Roman had been encouraged to see Sean enjoying himself, and mixing in, at first shyly, with a crowd he had thought were far to cool for him. By early May, Sean was confident enough to join into conversations, or lunchtime outings, which often included Roman's so-called harem, and usually a few others. But whenever Roman suggested he ask Michelle out, he backed away from the idea like she might bite him!

* * *

As Janet cleaned up the house after her shower, she continued to muse on her sexual awakening; at least as far as boys were concerned. Surprisingly, and despite what was, she was certain, an above average female sex drive, she had only recently given up her virginity. At least her theoretical virginity, because any physical traces had long ago been sacrificed to a series of common household objects! When she had started dating Joey, at the beginning of Spring Break, it had been inevitable, even anticipated. Joey, (no one ever called him Joseph or Joe), was the perfect individual to give her such an important life lesson. All dark and handsome, with bedroom eyes and good manners; he also gave off just the smallest hint that he was wise in the ways of women. Their first few dates resulted in the normal progression of a kiss, kissing, and then more serious smooching. Janet was ready for, indeed was looking forward to, him making some bolder moves. A perfect sunny April Saturday afternoon, with her house deserted of parents and siblings until very later on that night, provided an ideal setting.

They had gone out for lunch, and afterward, Janet coyly suggested they go for a walk in the park. But, she told him, in order to do so she needed to change her shoes, which meant that Joey would have to drive her home. Once inside the house, all thoughts of parks and walking were abandoned for another sort of nature, as Janet began to kiss him hungrily, attacking his willing tongue with her own, and leaving him with no illusions as to her state of sexual arousal. Pulling her down on a couch, as they continued to kiss, he began to address the stiff little points that crested her breasts, rather easily accessible underneath the low neckline of her dress, as she had conveniently neglected to wear a bra that day!

Pretty soon, his wandering hands sought even more interesting regions of her anatomy; as he pulled up the skirt of her dress and tried to expose what was hidden underneath her tiny white panties. Of course she put up some token resistance, more for good form than any other reason; after all a girl didn't want to seem too easy, even if that was exactly what she intended to be! So she half-heartedly pushed his wandering hand away several times, while trying to keep her legs closed; before letting him reach his intended goal, as he finally pulled the crotch of her flimsy underwear aside so he could experience the delights of her very wet pussy for himself! Apparently he had some previous familiarity with a girl's secret places, as he expertly caressed her labia just above her clitoris, while he gently penetrated her vagina with a finger, causing her to sigh and moan. Completely lost to the electricity of the sensations he was creating inside her, she gave herself completely over to him, letting him finally remove her panties entirely, so he had unobstructed access to her womanhood!

Without warning, he suddenly knelt down on the floor, and then, before she could react or protest, he pulled her hips forward to the edge of the cushion, and pushed her legs very wide apart. Even as she blushed at this indecent exposure of her intimate region, he began to use his tongue to separate her delicate labia so he could further attack her swollen clitoris; while another busy finger continued to more forcefully stimulate the interior of her vagina. After a few minutes of having her pussy tormented by Joey, Janet was totally beyond any rational thought; the only thing that mattered was that teasing tongue, and that probing finger, and the explosive orgasm that was building up inside her. When it came, with an intensity she had never before felt, she cried out wildly, eyes tightly shut, even as her vagina repeatedly clutched its intruder with the longest and most intense series of contractions she had ever experienced!

While she was returning to some sort of consciousness after her climax, she became aware that Joey had now removed her dress, and was taking off his own clothes. She gasped a little at the sight of his erect penis; she had never tried to force anything as large as that inside her, no matter how lustful a state she was in! No longer bothering with such formalities as permission, Joey retrieved a condom from the pocket of his slacks, and began to roll it onto the formidable monster standing at attention in front of his midsection. Rolling her gently onto the couch, he slid his boxer shorts underneath her hips, obviously not wanting to stain the upholstery. It occurred to the remaining rational portion of Janet's feverish mind that he might have done this before! Then moving between her legs, he used one hand to guide his swollen penis to the opening of her vagina, and began to carefully enter her. Janet winced in anticipation of this intrusion; she had heard from her girlfriends how painful the first entry could be, especially if the boy was in a rush, which usually they were! But her suspicions of Joey's level of sexual experience were confirmed, as he didn't try to quickly violate her, but only entered her a little at a time, stopping after each bit of progress until her tight passage had a chance to adjust to his girth. Finally, he was mostly inside Janet, and though it was somewhat uncomfortable, it certainly wasn't terrible!

After a few moments he began to slowly move in and out, which also wasn't unpleasant to Janet. And as her well lubricated vagina began to more fully adjust to his size and motions, she began to relax and enjoy the sensations of actual intercourse. Gradually her female instincts began to take over, and she started to move her pelvis in time with his quickening thrusts, eventually wrapping her legs around him so he could go much deeper with each stroke, which made him grunt with satisfaction. As he continued to possess a more and more willing Janet, his back and forth grinding against her pubic region, still supersensitive from its earlier tongue lashing, re-kindled her sexual fire, and she began to frantically grasp at him with her hands. Everything about her pussy was so soft ... and warm ... and yielding! And he was so strong ... so hard ... and it felt so, so good! As she rocked in time with his thrusts, the heat and electricity built up to a crescendo. When she felt him pulsing inside her as he climaxed, it triggered an automatic orgasmic response of her own, and she just let herself float away on a tide of wonderful sensations, almost unaware that she had buried her fingernails into the flesh of his back.


Red Polka Dots - Sequel



For readers who have never read the prequel to this, I have set out the rules for RED POLKA DOTS on the last few pages, and I would encourage reading them before getting into this story.

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[From RED POLKA DOTS: The outfit was perfect, in a retro way. She had found it on a trip to the mall, where she had taken the baby in his stroller; more to get out of the house than anything else. And there it was on the rack of the boutique, nestled beside its identical neighbours, with a few in her size; a short white flaring skirt, with red polka dots, just like the one she had when she was a little girl. Some further searching uncovered an almost transparent shimmery top; that was close to an exact match for the polka dots colour on the skirt. Tonight was the first time she had worn the outfit, and she was sure that it would get plenty of attention. Even though the neckline of the top was quite low, she hadn't bothered with a bra, now that her breasts had returned to more or less to normal after nursing. Besides, she wanted to get the men at the party thinking about them, or catching glimpses of them. There was apparently nothing to be done about her hips; even as she exercised herself fanatically to get her figure back. Her gym consultant had said, stupid realist that he was: "You can't go home again!"]

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All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS

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Janet lounged on the living room couch, full of anticipation! She was almost as excited as that night when she decided to seduce Matt. Remembering, she smiled to herself. After a half a dozen or so dates, she was totally smitten, and pretty much ready to throw herself at him any way she could. But it seemed Matt was going to require some encouragement, because based on his timid behaviour it very apparent that he had never been with a girl. She was very determined to correct that problem; as quickly as possible!

She recalled in an amused fashion how, after a decent interval of kissing, she had placed his hand on one of her breasts, and the surprised look on his face when she did so. Sensing his uncertainty, she had whispered, "Please don't make me beg you ... it's embarrassing."

After that, he had caught on, and they had engaged in some rather awkward, fumbling sex. Even though he was certainly no Joey in terms of technique, she was surprised at her incredibly intense response to him. Apparently, love did conquer all!

Just then she heard the doorbell, interrupting her reminiscence. Getting up and going into the front hall, she opened the door to greet her best friend, Sarah.

"Am I late?" Sarah asked, stepping inside.

"No, just right," Janet replied, giving her a smile, and then a hug, "Leanne is already here to babysit, so we'll be going in a few minutes."

"Fantastic outfit," Sarah interjected in an admiring way, as she looked Janet up and down.

"Do you like it? I had a skirt just like this when I was a 5 or 6."

"Like it; it's perfect ... you could have just walked out of a 50's movie. I'm jealous!"

"Well, you look pretty nice as well."

Sarah was wearing a strapless champagne coloured cocktail dress with gathers at the bodice, and a contrasting ribbon waistband in a complimentary lighter shade that accentuated the short flounces of the skirt.

"Bra?" Janet asked with a knowing smirk.

"No, I barely need one, so I mostly don't bother, except for work," Sarah replied with a smirk of her own, "... you?"

"Not tonight ... can't you tell?"

"Pretty much ... your nipples are showing right through that top," Sarah said with a giggle, "the guys are going to be trying to get a look; for sure!"

"Oh no," Janet said, feigning horror.

"Slut city," Sarah said in a teasing way, which made the two of them share a conspiratorial laugh.

"Where's your overnight bag?" Janet suddenly asked, noticing that Sarah was empty handed except for a bottle of wine in a gift bag that she had placed on the hall console.

Sarah was going to stay over so she didn't have to drive after the party. Sometimes Leanne also stayed over, if it got very late, and the babysitter had brought some things as well.

"Locked in the trunk," Sarah replied, lowering her voice, "After everything you've told me about Leanne, I didn't like the idea of her possibly going though it ... and maybe finding my 'little friend' ... or worse, using it on her pussy while we're out ... not happening!"

"Good idea," Janet agreed with a nod, checking to see if Leanne was anywhere nearby, "since that one's motor is always running from what I can tell. The last time she stayed overnight she deliberately flashed Matt the next morning?"

"No way ... how do you know it was deliberate?"

"Because Matt said she took her time covering things up, and even though she was apologizing, the look on her face was about as open an invitation as he can remember."

"Oh, oh!"

"I'm not too worried. It's all about being 18, and curious, and horny; just like we were at her age!"

"And we're not curious and horny now?" Sarah said with a grin.

"Of course," Janet replied with a grin of her own, "anyway, I don't really blame her; Matt probably seems so much more mature than any of the boys she dates. Plus he's pretty good looking, and a nice guy to boot. It wouldn't be the first time an 18 year old hussy got the hots for an older man. And it's not like he's 45 or something; so she made a play for him!"

"Do you think she's still a virgin?"

"Not based on the way Matt described that incident. More likely she's been with a guy. You know how it happens, she and some boy she's been dating for a while are doing some heavy duty kissing; and probably she's already let him take her bra off a few times. So tonight, once he has her partly undressed, he gets a bit more daring, and tries putting his hand up under her skirt so he can touch her through her underwear. And she's not exactly pushing him away, or saying no ... quite the contrary! So he gets even bolder and pulls her panties aside so he can feel her up for real; and things get a little out of control, and she's not 15 or 16 anymore, so she lets him just go ahead, and pretty soon they're both naked and having sex. But like most guys that age he's in a big rush, so it probably isn't so great for her. And they do it a few more times before they break up, and he doesn't exactly make her see skyrockets; so now she's decided to go after a more experienced man who will know how to fuck her properly."

"Nice language!"

"Sorry, but that's the only suitable term for what she wants Matt to do to her."

"But he's married ... to you!"

"So?"

"You better be careful, he might just be tempted ... she is attractive; and young!"

"Well if he does, he does. Maybe it would be a good thing if Matt did her properly!"

"Janet," Sarah exclaimed with a giggle.

"Unlike that little slut, I didn't have that kind of problem my first time, because I was with someone who knew his way around a pussy."

"Lucky duck," Sarah said with a smile, "Roman and I had to ... how should I put it, you know, like the song at the end of 'Grease' ... 'Feel Your Way'!"

Janet started to laugh, "I think you managed alright, from what you've told me."

"Hi Sarah," Matt's voice said, from the top of the stairs, "all ready for tonight?"

"I hope so," Sarah replied blowing him a kiss as he descended, and then giving him a hug when he reached the hallway.

"You two look wonderful," Matt said politely, pulling away from Sarah.

"Thank you," Janet and Sarah said, almost in unison.

"Well you do, both of you," Matt said emphatically.

"I hear you're having some difficulties with your babysitter," Sarah said to Matt in a teasing tone.

"How so?" Matt answered in a confused way.

Sarah gave him a coy look, and then said in a suggestive way, clearly pretending to be Leanne, "Oh golly, Mr. Davies, could you please help me, I'm having some problems with this ..."

Janet watched in a surprised fashion as a giggling Sarah quickly lifted the front of her dress right up to her waist, exposing a pair of tiny, virtually transparent bikini panties; nothing much more than a thin strip of scalloped elastic that rested just above her hip bones, and a teensy "V" of material that left almost nothing to the imagination. In fact, you could make out some of the contours of her intimate female anatomy, pouting beneath the small puff of light brown pubic hair, both suggestively on display through the ultra-sheer fabric!

"... it keeps getting all hot and wet, and I just can't seem to do anything about it!"

"Sarah," Janet scolded, "Leanne could come out here any second!"

"Should I take these off, Mr. Davies?" Sarah suggested sweetly to Matt, batting her eyes at him, and then nodding downwards, apparently all innocence, while ignoring Janet, "so you can get a better look?"

"What's the point," Janet said sarcastically to Sarah, "since he can already see almost everything ... can't you," she added, turning to Matt, who was grinning.

"I enjoy wearing sexy underwear," Sarah said a little defensively, letting the hem of the dress fall, "and I never get to show off for a guy ... did you like them Matt?" she continued, giving him a sly flirtatious smile.

"Very much," Matt said, clearly trying to be diplomatic, even though the look on his face showed how much he had enjoyed Sarah's impromptu exposure.

"There's sexy, and there's obscene," Janet said, suppressing a snort as she laughed, "those definitely fall into the latter category!"

"Well, much as I'm sure he enjoyed that little performance, missy," Janet continued with a snicker, "we better get going or we'll be late."

And then she added, suddenly more serious, "I'll get the hors d'oeuvres, Matt, if you get the other things."

"How far away is it?" Sarah asked.

"Down the end of this block, and around the corner about four houses. We can just walk."

* * *

It was a warm night, but a little windy, as they strolled along; Sarah continuing to tease Matt about Leanne's intentions.

It was nice to see her friend in such good humour, Janet thought to herself. The last two years had been quite difficult for Sarah, after Roman was killed just a few months before the two of them were to be married. Janet was still appalled at the incredibly light sentence given to the drunk driver. What was the judge thinking? But notwithstanding that, it was time for Sarah to get on with things, and meet some new men.

Looking at her friend, it didn't seem to Janet that getting a few guys interested should be very difficult, once Sarah put herself back on the market. Sarah didn't have much of a figure, but a perfect complexion, wonderful grey eyes and a beautiful smile, along with long shiny light brown hair, that tumbled half way down her back. At 28, she was possibly even more attractive than at 18, around the time she began to date Roman.

Sarah, Janet knew, had only ever been with two boys, Roman of course; and his friend Sean, just once, that incredible night they played "RED POLKA DOTS" at Janet's house.

And the incident just now in the front hall with Matt, to say nothing of the pornographic panties, led Janet to believe she just might finally be ready for a fling or two.

Janet had been working on the problem for a while.

"You need to put yourself back on the pill," she had suggested several times to Sarah, "in case you meet someone."

"But there would be time, assuming I like the guy well enough."

"Listen missy," Janet admonished, "you're not dealing with teenage boys any more. Any decent guy you date a few times is going to expect to have sex with you, and fairly quickly. Otherwise he'll figure you're just not interested in him and look elsewhere."

"But not on the first date?"

"Why not?"

"What would he think of me after that?" Sarah had argued.

"That you're a fully grown woman quite capable of making her own decisions about who to have sex with, and when, and where ... and that you obviously found him attractive enough to sleep with, even on the first date ... it doesn't mean you're a tramp; not that any man in his right mind would think that about you anyway!"

"And ..." Janet added with a suggestive grin.

"And what?"

"You haven't exactly been getting much, now have you?"

"So ..."

"So maybe it's time to put that vibrator back on the shelf and go for some of the real thing."

"But ..." Sarah had protested with a blush.

"Otherwise I might have to loan Matt to you, to see if you even remember how to do it!"

"You're just kidding, right?"

"No ..."

"You'd actually let him have sex with me ... for real I mean?"

"Of course!"

"But what would he say?"

"If I told him it was OK, he'd probably be happy to have some fun with that sex-starved little pussy of yours. After all, he thinks you are the most beautiful woman he's ever met. I guess I'm only number two," Janet said with a smile and a wink.

"But you and Matt are married ..."

"Of course, and we intend to stay that way. We have a baby now and will probably have another in a few years."

"I don't understand ..."

"Well then, let me explain it to you. First, you read my story, didn't you?"

"Yes; I still can't believe you actually wrote about that night!"

"When it got a good reception on-line, I showed it to Matt. Initially, he was pretty surprised that his sweet little wife was reading such stuff, much less writing, and then posting a story like that. But after a while it got the two of us talking about our marriage, and sex, and so on; and how neither of us got much experience before we hooked up. Matt was a virgin when he met me; and I admitted there had only been one other before him ..."

"Liar!" Sarah protested, interrupting Janet's explanation.

"... let me finish! I didn't want to tell him the real truth; otherwise he might think about my story and connect the ... uh ... red polka dots, if you know what I mean. And that night was right around the time we started dating. So yes, I lied."

"I still don't understand why you'd let Matt have sex with me?"

"Well, when we were talking I suggested to Matt that at some point in our marriage both of us will probably feel the urge to experiment a bit with other people. So after a few conversations we both decided that it might not be a bad thing for either of us, but only if the circumstances were right, and just once in a while. And the other person had to know about it, and give the OK. We just haven't quite got there, what with the baby and all, but we will ... probably soon."

"Janet!" Sarah had exclaimed.

"So that's why if you wanted to let Matt help you out by getting into your pants I'd be fine with it; it would probably be good for both of you. He wouldn't have to spend the rest of his life wondering what it might be like with a different woman; and you'd get laid, which is something that is certainly more than overdue. And I could trust you not to fall in love with him. That's part of what he and I have agreed; just sex; no entanglements."

"You're unreal!"

"No I'm serious. So when you get desperate enough, just ask; and I'll get him to ... ahem ... take care of things!"

"Oh, I couldn't ... uh, I mean ..."

"Oh don't pretend to be so lily white ... I remember a young lady who played a game of 'RED POLKA DOTS', and did it with two boys on the same night, in front of an audience no less! What was her name again ...?"

"But that was different, I was single then."

"And you're single now, so let's try to get our sex life back in gear, shall we?"

This conversation apparently worked, as a short while later Sarah admitted to Janet that she had started to take birth control pills again. And she had also gone out on a few dates, although nothing remotely interesting had happened as of yet.

* * *

Matt rapped on the front door of the house. Most of the homes in the neighbourhood were two stories, like the one he and Janet owned, or more correctly the bank owned, but Ron and Catherine's was one of a handful of bungalows.

As he waited, he couldn't help but admire his female companions. His lovely, and sexy, wife Janet, with her dark eyes and enticing lips, wearing a shade of lipstick chosen to match the red of her outfit; her raven hair caressing her shoulders, contrasting so perfectly with the scarlet of her flimsy and shimmery top; and quite obviously and deliberately naked underneath it. She was complaining bitterly about her hips after having the baby, and no amount of reassurance from Matt had managed to make her content with the situation.

And then there was Sarah, beautiful enough to be a model or an actress, and lonely enough, since the death of Roman, to be the heroine of a Gothic novel. But things seemed to be changing, as the highly enjoyable performance in their front hall suggested. The image of her standing there, with her skirt lifted, and wearing almost nothing underneath, was burned into his mind ... talk about hot stuff!

Just then the door opened, and Ron greeted him.

The stunned look on Ron's face, as he beheld the feminine visions that were Janet and Sarah, almost made Matt laugh.

Recovering himself, Ron finally managed to say "Hi" to the girls.

Ron and his partner Catherine were not married, and didn't appear, from what Matt could surmise, to be in any rush to change that state of affairs. They were several years younger than he and Janet; and therefore probably in no hurry to start making babies either. Matt suspected things were on hold due to money, as they didn't own this house, but were being allowed to live in it by a relative while they saved up for a place of their own.

Janet went up to Ron and gave him a hug, pulling away, and then twirling around in front of him so the red polka dot skirt flew upwards, almost, but not quite, exposing the beginnings of her underwear.

"Do you like it?" Janet asked him, "It's in honour of my story."

"Sensational!" Ron answered, and you could tell he meant it.

"Ron, this is Sarah," Matt said by way of introduction.

"Glad you could come," Ron said in a friendly way, "that's a beautiful dress."

Sarah favoured him with a warm smile, and a "thank you", and then Ron ushered them into the house. Once inside, Matt and the girls placed their various parcels on a hall table, and Ron led the girls away to get a drink. Once they left, Matt picked up a flat cookie tin that contained the hors d'oeuvres that Janet had prepared, and walked towards the kitchen. He knew the layout of the house because they had been there quite a few times before.

When he opened the louver doors that hid the kitchen from view he spotted Catherine, putting the finishing touches on something for the dinner. At first she didn't notice him.

"Hi Catherine," he said, startling her.

"Hi Matt ... how did you get in here so quietly?"

"I didn't think I was all that quiet, you must have been concentrating," he replied, setting the tin down on a counter; and then going up to her so he could get a hug, a very pleasant experience due to Catherine's endowments.

Catherine was somewhat petite, with blue eyes, a cute upturned nose, and shoulder length medium brown hair with highlights. Despite her stature, nature had blessed her with very womanly curves, the uppermost portion of them seductively on display this evening, as you could see a delicate lacy plunging white bra through the semi-transparent cream blouse she was wearing. She also had on an extremely short black A-line skirt, and a shiny wide black belt with a distinctive buckle, and black high heels. Even with their elevation, she barely came up to Matt's shoulder.

"These are ready to go in the oven," Matt said, after the hug was sadly over, as he turned to the counter and opened the tin to display the layers of hors d'oeuvres.




Red Polka Dots - Sequel



"I know," Catherine said, "Janet told me to preheat it to 400?."

As he watched her spreading out what Janet had prepared on cookie sheets, so they could go into the oven, his attention was once again drawn to her generous cleavage, nicely on display due to the style of the bra, and he couldn't help staring a bit.

"I know, I know," Catherine giggled as she finished, closing the oven door, and obviously aware of what Matt had been looking at, "I should have worn a chemise, but it's too hot in this kitchen for that."

"Oh, sorry," Matt said, suddenly embarrassed at his leering behavior.

"Don't worry, I knew what would happen if I ditched the chemise, so it's my own fault! But it's just a bra after all. You've seen one before no doubt."

"But not very often one quite as nicely filled out," Matt said gallantly.

Catherine gave him a fetching little smile, which told Matt she took it as a compliment, as he had intended.

"You're sweet," Catherine said, coming over to him, and then getting up on her tiptoes to give him a tiny kiss on the lips, "c'mon, there are some people I would like you to meet."

In the living room, he was introduced to Emily, a natural redhead with grey-brown eyes, freckles and a slender figure. Her facial features were nice, but average. Her hair was clearly her best asset, and it tumbled like a fiery waterfall over her shoulders almost to the tops of her breasts. Much taller than Catherine, she was wearing a short patterned sheath dress in a glistening copper colour that had a low neckline, and almost no back, as he soon discovered when she turned away from him for a moment to answer a question from Ron about a drink.

"Another braless one!" Matt thought to himself.

Beside her, and chatting with Sarah and Janet, was another young man, not quite the height of Matt or Ron, but similarly dressed with dark slacks and a short sleeved designer dress shirt in a blue broadcloth fabric. He had blue eyes, neatly trimmed dark hair, and an intelligent look to him.

"Phillip, meet Matt," Catherine said as she led him up to this group. After they had been introduced, Janet and Sarah resumed their conversation with Phillip, so Matt turned his attention back to Emily, who was now holding a glass of white wine. Matt had assumed that Phillip and Emily were a couple, but that proved to be wrong. Emily told him that she and Catherine had been friends since grade school, and that she had just met Phillip tonight as well. She thought he was a friend of Ron's, but wasn't sure.

Soon Ron was offering a drink, and he chose a rye and ginger ale, learning as he tagged along with him to help that Philip had been recently dumped by his live-in girlfriend, and that Emily was equally unattached. And not long after that Janet and Catherine were passing trays of hot hors d'oeuvres around. And after they were sampled, Ron was around offering refills, which were universally accepted. About 45 minutes flew by as people got to know each other, and ate and drank.

By the time the Catherine called the rest of the group to the dining room, the conversation level had risen in volume consistent with the alcohol consumption!

* * *

They were pretty much through the main course when Catherine said to Emily, "Did you read Janet's story?"

Janet saw Emily give her a surprised look, "'RED POLKA DOTS', you wrote that?"

"Yes." Janet replied somewhat proudly, "that's why I bought this skirt."

"Goodness," Emily exclaimed, "I thought only a guy would dream up something that wild."

"I use a pseudonym; like a lot of writer's on the site do ... you wouldn't want some pervert being able to actually locate you."

"What site?" Philip interjected.

"I'll show you after dinner," Ron said helpfully, "and you can read Janet's story ... it's pretty hot."

"What does the little red 'H' beside your story mean?" Catherine asked.

"People vote on your story," Janet explained to her, "from 1 to 5. If you get an average of at least a 4.5 your story is 'Hot', or at least that what I think it stands for ... my story got a 4.57."

"Is that good?" Emily asked.

"Yes, but to win a story contest you need to pretty much get a score over 4.75," Janet replied, "but even so, I think it's pretty good for my first try."

"You're going to write some more?" Catherine asked in a surprised tone.

"Probably; I have time when the baby takes his naps," Janet answered, "and it's fun!"

"More fun than that game?" Emily said with a laugh, and a sly look around the table.

The others all laughed back except Philip, who was still in the dark about the contents of Janet's creation.

"The story is called 'RED POLKA DOTS'," Matt explained to him, "about a so-called 'Sex Game for Adults' that Janet dreamed up. But it would be better if you read the thing for yourself."

"It's very naughty," Catherine explained to Philip with a giggle, "when you play you end up naked pretty quick, and then you get touched and kissed in all sorts of ... um ... personal places, and finally you have sex with someone in front of everyone else."

"Just good old fashioned clean family fun," Philip said back to her with a touch of sarcasm, making everyone laugh again.

"Why did you make it so extreme?" Emily asked Janet in a puzzled way.

"When you write for a site like that you need to go pretty far, or no one will even notice your story," Janet explained.

"What about the characters," Catherine said, "because they seem pretty real, especially the girls?"

"I used myself as a model for one of the girls," Janet explained.

"The one with the 'over the top' sex drive no doubt?" Catherine offered with a smirk.

"Exactly," Janet replied with a knowing nod and a laugh, "and I used Sarah for another; and a girl, Michelle, that we used to know, for the third ... the guys I made up out of thin air!"

Janet glanced over at Sarah, who was sitting across from her. She now had a concerned look on her face, and gave her head an almost imperceptible shake as a warning to Janet.

"Of course I changed their names," Janet added quickly, "and invented their sex lives to fit the story."

"You know," Emily said thoughtfully, "it might have been good to have done something totally, totally out there, just once, like what happened in your story."

"You mean you haven't?" Catherine teased her.

"Not quite ... what about you?"

"Not so far ... but you never know?" Catherine said in a hopeful tone, "Anyway, let's get dessert."

* * *

The dinner was over, and Matt was relaxing on the living room couch; he had had a fair amount to drink, as had the others, what with the cocktails and wine, so he made a mental note to slow down for a while. Catherine seemed the least affected, because she had spent a lot of time running back and forth to the kitchen, rather than imbibing.

Ron had taken Philip into the study to read Janet's story, while everyone else cleared the table. When that was done, Janet and Sarah then excused themselves to use the washroom, while Emily and Catherine headed towards the kitchen. He had volunteered to help, but they had quickly shooed him out of their way; complaining, through their giggles ... the alcohol no doubt ... that he was likely much more trouble than he was worth.

As he sat there, he was wondering when the time would be right to disclose "it" to the group; and what their reaction to "it" might be?

He and Janet had decided to open up their marriage, at least occasionally. And "it" seemed to be the best way to make that happen. But would "it" actually work?

Janet had said Sarah would likely go "all in", and after her behaviour earlier tonight, he believed it. But the others, who knew?

* * *

"Don't talk about us being the models for 'RED POLKA DOTS' like that," Sarah admonished Janet in the hall outside the washroom, "you might give us away."

"I hope not," Janet replied, "I covered it up by saying I invented Sean and Roman. I don't think Matt has figured out that the story isn't just a story."

"Are you sure? He's pretty smart."

"I don't think so; anyway, after he and I unveil our little surprise tonight ... buckle up!"

"What's that?"

"Wait and see!"

* * *

"What a story," Philip said in an admiring way to Janet, "you actually made that up?"

They were all seated in the large living room on a couch, an adjacent loveseat, and on a couple of armchairs. The couch and the loveseat shared a sizable rectangular glass-topped coffee table.

"Uh, huh," Janet answered him.

"Closet tramp," Catherine exclaimed with a laugh, "who knew?"

"Just because you're a girl," Janet said defensively, "it doesn't mean you can't fantasize about sex, or other men."

"She's right," Emily said, jumping into the conversation, "we have every bit as much of a right to think about sexy stuff as you guys do; so there!"

"OK, OK," Philip said with a grin, putting up his hands in surrender.

"I wonder," Philip said to Janet, "if someone will read your story, and decide to manufacture a 'RED POLKA DOTS' game to sell in adult stores?"

"Who would buy it?" Ron asked with a laugh.

"Who would play it?" Catherine said.

"You might just be surprised?" Emily replied with a smirk.

"Would you?"

"Possibly!"

"Suppose we had the game here right now; and Sarah and Janet and I agreed to play, what then?" Catherine asked Emily mischievously.

"That's pretty hypothetical, since the game doesn't exist, except in Janet's imagination," Emily replied with a laugh.

"You didn't answer my question," Catherine said, "would you do something like that if you got the chance?"

"I guess so ... sure ... why not?" Emily said with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I could handle it if everyone else could. But anyway ... too bad ... no game ... no fun!"

"That used to be true ..." Matt said to Emily, seizing the opportunity, "... but just give me a second. I have something to show you.

Matt got out of his seat and went quickly into the front hall, sensing the perplexed eyes of the group following him as he walked.

Retrieving the shipping box from a bag he had used to carry it, he returned to the living room, and placed it on the coffee table where everyone could see. It was gratifying to hear the startled reactions as his audience realized what was printed on the top: "RED POLKA DOTS - A Sex Game for Adults".

Matt had adorned the top with a picture of a young 50's couple, and the sides with a few of the silver dollar sized red self-adhesive labels he had used to make the Red Polka Dot Activity Cards.

"Ohmigod!!" Catherine exclaimed, no doubt paraphrasing the thoughts of everyone else.

"Matt made it," Janet said rather proudly, "he did a really nice job."

"But ... but ... why?"

"So we can play it, of course!"

"But you and Matt are married."

"Where have I heard that before," Janet said with a snicker, while glancing at Sarah.

"But ..." Catherine protested further, seemingly unable to quite find words.

"It's not complicated," Janet explained in a forthright fashion, "we want to have sex with other people once and awhile ... we may be married, but we're not exactly dead!"

"But why use this game?" Catherine asked, gradually overcoming her astonishment.

"Because when you play 'RED POLKA DOTS' as a couple, whatever happens, the other person knows about. Like what you did, and with whom; so it's all in the open. And also, you don't get to choose someone to get, ah, friendly with, unless you win. So it's more exciting, and random. If the luck of the draw says that Matt has to go down on you ..."

"Janet!" Catherine exclaimed, putting a hand over her mouth.

"... then you have to let him. Those are the rules of the game."

Matt observed that Janet was thoroughly enjoying herself, as she deliberately tried to tantalize the rest of the group.

"Can we see what's inside?" Emily asked boldly.

"Are you sure?" Matt replied, even though he was certain that the entire group was filled with curiosity about the contents of the box.

"Well if I'm going to be asked to play this game, I need to see what the parts of it are ... no pun intended!" Emily responded, with a meaningful glance in Janet's direction.

"OK," Matt said, removing the box top, and retrieving the Activity Cards.

Removing the elastic that held them together, he flipped over the first one to display a Red Polka Dot Card.

"Where did you get the blank cards," Ron asked.

"Teacher's supply store."

"Perfect ...," Emily giggled, "for a brand new learning experience!"

Everyone laughed again.

"And then I printed off pictures of the various body parts on my colour printer and glued them onto the cards, because the cards are too stiff to print on. Here, I'll show you one."

Matt dealt another Activity Card revealing the Pussy Card to the group. As expected there were a combination of gasps and snickers as he laid it down face up.

"Where did you get that close up," Philip said with a grin, "the Internet?"

"No," Janet said with a very seductive smile, flushing slightly, "that's me."

"No way," Philip exclaimed, "you're kidding right!"

Matt observed the others now staring at the card with wide eyes.

"It's only a picture," Janet suggested with a mischievous grin; she obviously knew the effect this startling piece of information was having.

"But ..." Catherine said; her face colouring.

"Uh, huh ..." Janet said in a tone that didn't suggest argument, "I had Matt take it with our digital camera. It's my game ... and my pussy," she added with a giggle, although she was also now blushing.

"C'mon," Ron said in an amused way, "that's a picture of a nude model or something."

"There's certainly one way to find out for sure," Janet said, giving Ron a suggestive look.

"How's that?"

"Play 'RED POLKA DOTS' with me; and you can see for yourself!"

"And I suppose," Catherine interjected with a grin, "that you used Matt as well?"

"It seemed only fair!"

"Here I'll show you," Matt said searching the deck until he found an Erection Card, and then laying it on the table beside the other card.

"How did you get him ready to pose?" Emily asked; her eyes full of sparkle.

"Guess?" Janet said coyly, running her tongue over her lips.

"Had to Photoshop it down in size," Matt said, teasing, "so it would fit on the card, and look more like what most girls are used to. I don't want to frighten them off."

"Naturally," Catherine replied with some sarcasm, "and I suppose if I play 'RED POLKA DOTS' with you, I can find out if you're lying?"

"That's the plan!"

"Only one problem with this game," Matt continued, trying to intrigue his audience, "sometimes when this happens," he turned over the Erection Card so it was face down on top of the Pussy Card, "you can accidentally end up with diapers, and cribs, and strollers ... and we don't want that, now do we?"

There was quite a lot of laughter at this warning, which Matt observed, had reduced some of the electricity in the room.

"So?' Janet said turning to look at the others.

"So what?" Catherine responded, a little hesitantly.

"So, would you like to try a game?"

"Seriously ... right here?"

"Well Matt didn't go to all that work just so these guys could get to see what my pussy looks like, now did he?"

"I ... I don't know ... I mean I'm not a prude or anything, but your game is pretty extreme by anybody's standards. Uh ... uh ... what do you think Ron?"

There was a lengthy pause as Ron considered the question. No one else spoke. Catherine was staring at him intently.

"I guess we could play, but everyone needs to be pretty sure about it," he finally replied cautiously, "maybe you should ask the other girls what they think before you decide."

"Good idea," Catherine said, sounding relieved at not having to make the decision quite yet, "c'mon ladies, we need to talk!"

* * *

"What about you Sarah?" Catherine asked.

Janet and the rest of the girls had gone into the kitchen to have a private discussion about whether or not to play 'RED POLKA DOTS'.

"I'm OK with it," Sarah replied in a straightforward way, "I'm on the pill; so no worries there ... I trust Matt; and Ron and Philip seem like pretty decent guys too. I'm not with anyone right now, so I don't have to worry about consequences afterwards," she continued giving Catherine a sidelong look.

"Yes," Emily said to Catherine in a serious fashion, "what about you and Ron ... Janet and Matt, that's different; they've had lots of time to discuss this, you two haven't?"

"So," Catherine said defensively, "we're not married yet ... he hasn't even asked me. You heard him say it was my decision."

"Besides," she continued now blushing a little, "he had at least one other serious girlfriend before me, and they were together for quite a while, and I don't think she was his first. And what did I have before I met him ... a couple of teenaged quickies that were over so fast, if you blinked, you missed them. So fair is fair; maybe I get to have sex with another man, to see what it's like!"

"I know Sarah is OK, baby wise; what about you two?" Janet finally asked, looking at Catherine and Emily.

"Pill," Catherine replied quickly, "what about you?"

"Same ... we're going to wait a couple of years before we try for another."

"Emily?"

"No," she replied, hesitating a little.

"Oh, oh," Sarah said in a concerned tone.

"No, it will be OK," Emily responded, "it's right before my period, and ..."

There was a pause as they all looked at Emily, whose face was now colouring, as she hesitated.

"And what?" Sarah said, trying to encourage her to continue.

"Well it's just that ... well ... this time of the month I ... I just get so desperate," she replied, turning even redder, "must be hormones or something."

Sarah nodded in a knowing way.

"... and I haven't been with a man for a long time. So if this game will get me laid ..."

"Emily!" Catherine exclaimed in a shocked tone.

"... I'm in," Emily continued, ignoring her friend, "because I'm already so ready just even thinking about it after Matt showed us the game!" she continued sheepishly, blushing even more furiously.

"So we're good?" Janet asked, carefully looking at each girl in turn.

"Not really," Catherine admitted with a nervous giggle, "but let's play anyways; maybe it will get easier once everyone takes all their clothes off."

* * *

Matt looked around. At Catherine's suggestion they were seated in a circle on a large plush oriental carpet in the main floor family room, the guys having moved some furniture to clear a space. Catherine had also supplied some beach towels for sitting on. 

"We don't own this rug, and it's worth a fortune," she had explained.

The group had closed the blinds on the windows to keep out prying eyes, and true to Janet's story, lit some candles and turned off the lights. There had been a lot of forced laughter, and sly looks, while all this was been done.

It seemed to Matt quite astonishing how little reluctance there had been to what he and Janet had proposed, because despite being the only married couple in the group, there were other potential issues in the room ... Ron and Catherine's relationship for one; or their friendship with Sarah, to name but two. After all he and Janet had had numerous conversations over some period of time before deciding to make, and more importantly play, the 'RED POLKA DOTS' game; the rest had just had it sprung on them. It had been a little embarrassing to have the girls see his erect penis on its Activity Card, but it didn't matter much now, they were going to see the real thing pretty soon anyway!

Again true to the story, they had rolled the dice to see who was to start, and Matt won. To his left was Emily, then Ron, followed by Janet, Philip, Sarah and Catherine. Matt shuffled the Activity Cards while Catherine, ever the efficient one, passed out the Activity Ladder Cards and then put the Activity Tokens in a small bowl.




Red Polka Dots - Sequel



Trying to keep thoughts of getting to see Catherine naked, or Sarah or Emily in the same state for that matter, from his mind, Matt began to deal the cards ...

* * *

"Oh no!" Emily squealed, much to Janet's amusement, as the very first card Matt had dealt was a Red Polka Dot; she was therefore going to lose her dress, at least!

In fact, as Matt went around the circle distributing cards, every player got a Red Polka Dot card, except for Janet.

"Damn," Janet thought to herself, "I'm going to have a hard time winning if everyone gets naked way before me!"

"Do I have to go first?" Emily asked, her kitchen courage was clearly wavering.

"Those are the rules," Matt replied in a reassuring fashion.

Emily looked a little awkwardly around at the group, but when no one said anything, she got up, took a deep breath, and then lowered, and stepped out of, her dress.

"If I'd been smart I would have chosen an outfit that needed a bra," she remarked ruefully to no one in particular, as she stood there half-naked and blushing, "not that there is much of anything for the guys to get excited about anyway."

Her breasts were rather diminutive, like Sarah's, Janet observed, and her freckles continued a little across her chest above them. She had on a pair of light blue bikini underwear, hardly as extreme as what Sarah had shown she and Matt earlier, but fairly tiny and revealing all the same.

"The game is on," Janet thought to herself excitedly as the others began removing their clothing.

* * *

On her turn to strip, Sarah stood up, and then pulled down a short zipper at the back of her dress, slowly and carefully lowering it to her waist.

"Don't want it caching on anything," she explained.

Matt was surprised at her matter of fact tone, especially given the circumstances, as the material of the dress occasionally gave away to anyone looking closely that she wasn't wearing a bra. Matt had seen Sarah in her bikini numerous times, and he knew she didn't have much of a figure. When he caught sight of her petite breasts, he found they were still quite alluring, with nicely proportioned medium brown areola and pert nipples. Some of his high school and college buddies had claimed that girls with smaller breasts were more responsive to having them touched than girls with fuller figures. Tonight, during the course of the game, he might be able to find out if this was true!

When Sarah slid the dress over her hips to reveal the delights of her teensy translucent underwear, there were several startled gasps, and Catherine put her hand to her mouth in disbelief.

Matt noticed Janet smirking at the reaction of the others, and she gave him a knowing look, her beautiful eyes sparkling! She then nodded her head in the direction of Ron and Philip, both of whom appeared transfixed by the sexy and enchanting view Sarah was providing, especially lower down.

"You're next Catherine," Sarah said calmly as she folded her dress.

"You knew we were going to play 'RED POLKA DOTS' tonight; didn't you?" Catherine replied in a challenging tone.

"How so?" Sarah answered as she placed it carefully next to Emily's.

"Well why else would you wear a pair of panties like that, unless you knew that guys were going to get to see you in them?"

"She didn't know anything about the game, Catherine, trust me," Janet responded.

"But ..."

"They didn't tell me anything about it," Sarah explained, "I just like to wear sexy underwear when I get all dressed up, like tonight; it makes me feel sort of special somehow. I showed them to Matt earlier, just for fun ... he seemed to enjoy having a peek!"

"I wonder why?" Catherine said with a little sarcasm.

"Why bother with anything at all?" Emily teased, giggling, "I mean with those on you might as well be naked!"

"Only sluts go without panties," Sarah replied loftily, sitting back down on her towel.

Catherine looked in a hesitant way at Ron, but she could hardly back down at this point, with Ron and Philip down to their boxers, and Emily and Sarah sitting there with nude.

"Go ahead," Ron said in an encouraging way, "it's only your underwear."

"That's not what I'm worried about," she admitted to him nervously, "but what's going to happen when I get my next Red Polka Dot Card.

* * *

A round later, Janet managed to get rid of her skirt and blouse, so she wasn't too far behind, and on the next play Philip drew his second Red Polka Dot Card.

"Oh well," he said with a grimace, "someone has to go first."

"It wasn't me ... thank you God," Catherine said looking skyward, which caused some laughter.

"You know it's only a matter of time," Emily warned her in a teasing tone.

"I not in a rush," Catherine replied.

"Don't you want to win?" Emily asked.

"Well I don't know ... maybe"

"But then you get to pick who you do it with ... and how."

"Maybe it's better not to have to choose."

"Here goes," Philip said casually, interrupting their discussion.

He then stood up so he could lower his boxers, not seeming all that concerned about the whole situation, which rather surprised Janet, and apparently Catherine as well.

"Aren't you at least a little embarrassed?" she asked in a puzzled way.

"Nah; my old girlfriend and I, and some other couples, used to go swimming 'au naturel' all the time when we were camping. After a while you sort of get used to it. It's not as big a deal as most people think it is."

"Maybe for you," Catherine remarked ruefully, "some of us don't have much in the way of that kind of experience, sorry to say."

"Perhaps after tonight you'll be so used to having people see you in the nude that you'll be a cinch to get a job as a stripper," Emily teased, "you certainly have the figure for it!"

"Ha, ha, ha ... very funny!"

By this time exchange was finished Philip was totally naked, and what Janet saw caused her to give out a tiny gasp of surprise ... Philip was big! She knew she was staring, but couldn't help herself as she considered his male anatomy. Matt, and the other young men she'd had sex with in the past, they all were roughly similar, at least in size, but Philip was another story. Even not erect, his circumcised penis was definitely longer and thicker than anything she'd seen for real before. Looking at it, she couldn't help but wonder what something like that would feel like inside her ... I mean, was it true, did size matter?

The race to nakedness began to pick up speed, as Sarah, and then Catherine, got Red Polka Dot Cards on their respective turns. Sarah had slipped out of her panties without any fanfare, receiving as a reward a compliment from Ron on how beautiful she was, which made her blush a little. But when Catherine got her card, there was a certain amount of protesting.

"Oh, God," she had complained, to no one in particular.

"No chickening out," Emily warned, pointing a finger at her friend, "Philip and Sarah did it, and Janet and I are already half there ... so just get on with it."

"OK, OK ... just give me a minute; I've never done anything like this before."

"Oh for heaven's sake," Emily said rolling her eyes theatrically, "stop stalling and take everything off so Matt can have his turn!"

Reluctantly, Catherine stood up, and then reached behind her back and fumbled with the catches of her bra, finally releasing it. She then took it off with trembling hands, exposing some very attractive and full breasts with light pinkish brown areola and medium sized nipples. Janet couldn't help but to immediately compare them to her own, thinking to herself, "hers are way better, no wonder Matt is always staring at them!"

"Why didn't we get tits like that," Sarah said to Emily in a rueful tone.

"No kidding," Emily replied with a little shake of her head..

Catherine took a deep breath, and then pulled her panties down below her knees, and stepped out of them.

"There I did it!" she exclaimed, sitting down as quickly as she could.

* * *

Matt heard the timer go off. Reluctantly he ceased tormenting Emily's engorged clitoris with his tongue, and withdrew his finger from her very wet vagina. He wasn't exactly certain that using his finger to penetrate her was strictly according to the rules of the game, but since no one had called him on it, and she certainly hadn't objected, on the contrary, he just went with the same technique that he had learned courtesy of Janet. Clearly his lovely wife understood the correct approach to female arousal via oral sex, as when the minute was up, Emily made a little sound of frustration from behind her tightly closed eyes. Although Matt had only had sex with one person, Janet, it was pretty certain that if he had been able to proceed Emily would have reached a climax, and then not only allowed, but demanded, that he have intercourse with her.

The party had been getting wilder and wilder, as the touching, caressing, sucking and licking continued almost non-stop. Matt had a powerful erection, despite all the alcohol he had consumed, as did Ron and Philip, and the girls, even Catherine, had thrown any shreds of modesty aside as they eagerly allowed their intimate anatomy to be taken advantage of as the 'RED POLKA DOTS' rules required. Matt noticed that Emily had finally opened her eyes, giving him a sultry look of invitation, even as she sat there on the edge of the sofa, legs apart, providing him with a stunning view of her moist pussy, with its delicate promontory of rosy inner lips, the swollen and inviting folds still slightly apart, and beckoning to him from beneath a crown of pubic hair, ever so slightly darker than that on her head.

Matt hadn't been particularly lucky with his cards, or the roll of the dice, and before he got the chance to get very closely acquainted with Emily's female parts, had only been able to explore Janet's pussy, discovering in the process that she was already very ready for sex, and to fondle Sarah's breasts. Although this activity was restricted to thirty seconds, and a sample size of one would hardly prove any theory, Sarah's sighs of pleasure suggested that they were very sensitive indeed!

Ron and Janet were winning, although Emily was now only a turn away from having a chance. The rest of them were for all intents and purposes out of it. As Ron's turn came next, he pulled a card from the top of the deck, pitching down in front of him the picture of Janet's pussy in disgust.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, as he only needed a Red Polka Dot Card for the victory, and more importantly, the choice!

"You were going to pick me?" Catherine teased him, leaning over and giving his erection a friendly squeeze.

"Hey," Sarah chided with a laugh, "that's not in the rules!"

"My turn," Janet said, crossing the fingers of one hand as she used the other to turn up the edge of the next card on the stack.

"Yes," she exclaimed with a satisfied grin, showing everyone a Red Polka Dot Card, "I win!"

A short while later they were all watching with both fascination and lust as Philip rammed his gigantic erection into Janet's vagina, making her wince a little as he got deeper and deeper inside of her with each stroke. As Philip continued to ravage her in a merciless fashion, Matt recognized the signs that Janet was very close to an orgasm. And then at the end of another powerful thrust she gave a sharp cry, and clutched at Philip frantically, as the climax ripped through her body! It occurred to Matt, as Janet lay there limp and helpless in the aftermath, that another man had just given his wife a very thorough fucking!

* * *

Matt heard the sound of the toilet flushing in the en suite shower, and opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling fan as it slowly rotated above him. Snuggled up against his side, Sarah had his waist in the grasp of one arm, as well as a leg wrapped around one of his. He could feel her breasts pressing into him, and her crotch resting against his upper thigh. But nature was calling, and he wanted to get up without awakening her, so he carefully removed the obstructing arm first, laying it on the sheet covering her body. This caused Sarah to stir beside him, and she removed her leg and rolled onto her back. As she did so, the sheet slid downwards, exposing her naked breasts. Further disturbed, Sarah turned over completely, making a tiny sound of protest, and pulling the sheet up around her shoulders. After a few moments, Matt could tell from the sound of the breathing that she had drifted back into sleep.

Now free, Matt was able to roll over to face the washroom door, which was closed, and look at the clock; 7:10 it said. Janet must be in there, as the three of them had shared the king size bed in the master bedroom for the night.

"Just sleep with us Sarah; there's lots of room in that huge bed upstairs, and after tonight who cares anyway," she had insisted, gently but firmly, "so we don't waken Leanne or the baby; it's very late."

The layout of the upper floor had the main washroom at the other end of the hall, right between the nursery and the guest bedroom Leanne was in. Both doors were open, so Leanne could hear the baby if he needed anything.

Looking around the room, he saw Sarah's dress spread carefully over the upholstered chair in the corner, with her shoes on the floor beside. Her overnight bag rested on the top of Janet's dresser.

Just then the door of the en suite opened, and Janet came out, wearing a robe.

Matt put his finger to his lips so Janet would know that Sarah was still sleeping.

"Morning," she whispered, smiling and coming right over to the edge of the bed so she could bend down and give him a little kiss on the lips.

"Is the baby up?" he whispered back.

"I heard him a few minutes ago. I'll go in and see. He probably needs changing; and then I'll take him downstairs and give him his breakfast. I'll shower and get dressed later on."

"Need any help with him?"

"No, I'm fine ... especially after last night."

Janet's eyes were literally dancing with delight, he observed.

"What about Sarah?" Matt asked.

"Why don't you stay with her, in case she needs something," Janet suggested with a small smirk.

"Such as?"

"Well it's up to her, but she might decide she needs a little bit more of what she got last night, and if she does, I don't mind."

"But what about ..." Matt said, sliding the robe apart to expose the lower part of Janet's naked body, and then sliding a finger between her pussy lips so he could feel some of the velvety softness hidden there, "you might want something more too, later ... and then I might not do a very good job."

"No, I don't think so. Philip seemed super excited last night, and he was doing me really hard, and he's big! He got pretty deep, and he hit something a few times, and it hurt me a little, although I was so close to having an orgasm I certainly didn't want him to stop."

"So," Janet added, pushing Matt's roving hand away, "maybe I'll take a little break for a day or so."

"Understood."

"And how was Miss Catherine last night?" Janet asked with a smirk.

"Not like you at all?"

"How so?"

"You really have to work at it to get her to come ... I didn't think I'd last long enough."

"Did she?"

"Of course; I take pride in my work," Matt said giving her a grin.

"So; just goes to show that having big tits doesn't necessarily mean you're hot stuff," Janet said grinning back, "anyway, I better get going."

Just then Sarah made a small noise in her sleep.

"I'll make some coffee; you can bring Sleeping Beauty down for some after you two are finished having fun," Janet said with a knowing smile.

Janet gave him one more kiss, and then went over to her bureau, extracting some panties from a drawer, and then slipping them on. She left, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Getting up, Matt went into the washroom to use the toilet and brush his teeth. He noticed that Sarah's makeup bag, and an extra toothbrush, were sitting on the glass shelf above the sink. Just as he was finished he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, there stood Sarah, naked.

"Morning," she said to Matt with a giggle, "I need to pee ... bad."

Matt moved quickly out of her way so she could use the washroom, returning to the bed and covering himself with the sheet. He was on his side with his head propped up by one hand so he could enjoy the show when Sarah reappeared. He heard the toilet flush, and then the water running; she was probably brushing her teeth as well.

When she finally came out, Matt observed that she had also fixed her hair somewhat. As she walked over to the bed, finally sitting down on the side of it, Matt marvelled at her loveliness; the beauty of her face and eyes, framed by her long light brown hair; her slender graceful body and tiny waist; the pinkish nipples crowning the swells of her petite breasts; the slightly darker brown at the intersection of her thighs; the alluring, delicate folds of her pussy, visible below her curls, that just begged to be fondled and kissed!

"We don't have to get up yet, it's still early," he suggested to her hopefully.

"Where's Janet?"

"With the baby; he usually gets up around now. She'll get him ready for the day, and then feed him."

"Is she alright with what happened last night?"

"Very much; and she told me I was to take care of you while she was busy with the baby," Matt said, trying to flirt with her a bit.

"Oh did she?" Sarah said in a knowing way, and then she added a little sarcastically, "How very, very thoughtful of her!"

But Matt could see the sparkle in Sarah's eyes.

"You were going to take care of me," Sarah teased, "like young Miss Leanne is hoping you'll take care of her perhaps?"

"Something like that ... but only if you want to?"

"And then, later, you'll take care of Janet as well I suppose?"

"Probably not; she's a little out of commission after Philip; but she says she's OK."

"Small wonder," Sarah snickered, "he's a very big boy. I'm glad Janet wore him down a bit before he got inside of me!"

"Well I guess it would be alright then," Sarah continued giving him a sultry smile, and slipping under the sheet so she could lie beside him.

"Maybe," she added with a giggle, "we could have our own little game of 'RED POLKA DOTS'."

"How would we do that?" Matt asked, puzzled.

"We only need a few of those Intercourse Cards, I think," she said suggestively, "you get one ... and I get one!"

"Oh."

Coming closer, Sarah gave him a soft sexy smile as she took his free hand and moved it under the sheet, directing it across each of her breasts, and then down her tummy until it was between her legs, and resting on her femininity; he could feel the heat of her!.

That was all the permission Matt needed. He threw back the sheet, and leaned over to address her nipples with his tongue, while carefully caressing the tantalizing softness of her intimate lips with a finger, both activities eliciting a sigh of pleasure from Sarah.

"I think you better kiss me," she said a little breathlessly, as he began exploring her pussy in earnest, "so we can get started!"

THE END

RULES FOR RED POLKA DOTS

RED POLKA DOTS is a sex game for a mixed group of 4 to 8 adults. Game play does not require an even number of individuals of each gender. To begin the game, the players sit in a circle and place the 64 Activity Tokens, (see below), in the centre, in a bowl or other container. Each Player receives one Activity Ladder Card, (also see below), and places it face up in front of them.

ACTIVITY LADDER CARD

Each one of these has 8 Activities, organized in a matrix of squares forming a 2 x 8 ladder. Each square has a depiction of a body part. Some are unisex: arms, hands and lips; and some are of a specific gender: female breasts, vulva, and an erect penis. The resulting Activities are done while climbing the ladder during game play, using the left side body part depicted on a rung, and then using it in combination with the right side body part next to it to perform the Activity with a partner of the opposite sex. The left side of the ladder starts with arms, then lips, followed by 3 sets of hands, and ending with 3 sets of lips. The right side of the ladder begins with arms, then lips, followed by the breasts, penis, and vulva, these last 3 body parts are repeated in the same order on the right side of the top 3 rungs. For example, the first rung has arms on both sides, which represents a hug Activity. The second rung has lips on both sides, which represents a kissing Activity. Going farther up the ladder, the rung with lips on the left side, and breasts on the right side will result in an Activity where a female player will have her breasts kissed by one of the male players.




Red Polka Dots



Once the genie of sex was out of the bottle, there was no way to return it! Janet found that she needed Joey's very willing manhood, and needed it frequently and repeatedly. She liked to get on top of him, so she could stimulate her clitoris in just the right way as she impaled herself on his rock hard erection. The resulting shattering orgasms were almost beyond belief! She didn't love Joey, and she was quite certain he wasn't smitten with her either. But the sex was more than very satisfactory, and they used each other for mutual pleasure, like the healthy young animals they were! Janet, ever the sensible one, worried a bit about the security of Joey's condoms, so she got started on birth control pills, using a referral to Michelle's physician to get the necessary prescription.

The sexual escapades with Joey continued for about two months, after their first intimate encounter, although Janet had no illusions that they were in any kind of emotional relationship. Being with Joey was all about fucking, and being fucked; and as distasteful as it was to admit it to oneself in those words, a girl had to face facts! And one of them was that she should end things with Joey. After all, over the last several weeks she had made Joey have sex with her in every conceivable place and way, and the most emotion she felt for him was mild affection! And even though he was attentive and considerate, she was becoming increasingly certain that he was ready to add another notch to those that were already etched into the well practiced gun barrel hanging between his legs!

But fair was fair, even if the end was in sight; Joey had been a thoughtful and decent lover, if the term could be used; and had broken in her pussy quite nicely, please and thank you! So Janet decided he should have one last opportunity to stretch it for his own satisfaction, a sort of parting gift, before she ended things. She had noticed that Joey particularly liked to take her from behind, and seemed to come very hard on the few occasions she had allowed him to do her that way. So for this final date she wore a very slutty outfit, the most extreme she owned, with a mini-skirt that barely covered anything; and not only no bra, but no panties either ... why waste valuable time?

As she finished putting on her lipstick in the bathroom, she couldn't help seeing a certain ironic humour in the situation. Giving up Joey was important, she giggled to herself, almost a humanitarian gesture. As long as he was "rogering" her ... she rather liked the British term for it ... he wasn't fulfilling his God appointed mission in life ... to expertly, thoroughly, and pleasurably, separate young women from the unnecessary burden of their virginity! In fact, she was well aware that several of the girls in her class were just praying for the news of his availability, so that, after an indecently quick period of playing "hard to get", they could assume a horizontal position, legs apart, and have him satisfy their obvious lust. They thought she didn't see through them, but they were so, so wrong!

By now, Janet was getting rather tingly underneath her teensy skirt, as she thought about what Joey was about to do to her, and for the first time without a condom! She took her battery powered toothbrush, which must have become rather lonely of late, as it had only been used for the purpose it was engineered for; and, removing the head, switched it on and pressed it against the top of her puffy pussy lips, so the vibrations would stimulate her clitoris. It wasn't very long at all before she reached a decent climax, hopefully just a temporary reprieve before a much better main event! As she cleaned up afterwards, she knew that Joey would be able to smell her arousal, especially with no underwear, but so what!

When Joey arrived only a short while later, at her conveniently empty house, she pulled him into the living room, kissing him; while at the same time unzipping his fly so she could attack his manhood. Kneeling down, she sucked on him for a bit, not something she necessarily enjoyed, but it was his day after all! Once he was suitably hard, she stood up, and took one of his hands and led it under her skirt, so he could find out for himself just how ready she was. She began to kiss him again as he kneaded her drenched pussy, making little sloshing sounds as he worked a finger in and out of her vagina. Whispering in his ear, she told him how she wanted to be taken, and that he didn't need a condom. She then leaned forward over the arm of the sofa, which she had previously covered with an old afghan, and then spread her legs, knowing that the brief skirt was hiding nothing from his gaze! Confronted with her very immodestly displayed, and very defenseless, femininity; he quickly got the idea, and rammed his erection deeply into her sopping wet vagina in a very un-Joey like fashion. Her little plan was clearly working, as he felt gigantic as he stroked in and out of her willing passage, making little sounds under his breath, and giving her a very hard fucking indeed. He was also using his hands to move her hips in time with his powerful thrusts, some of which bottomed out at her cervix.

But Janet was determined to make this last encounter something to remember, so she wiggled one of her hands between the afghan and her body until she got a finger inside her engorged labia, so she could play with her clitoris while he stroked away. As she skilfully massaged around the swollen button, already sensitive from her previous orgasm, she felt the beginnings of a major climax, perhaps accentuated by the submissive position she had taken, or the heat of his bare penis.

And then she felt a complete surprise, Joey was trying to get one of his fingers inside her anus! That shameless and daring intrusion pretty much did it ... she began to thrash about, aroused past anything, even as she tried to hold back to make the inevitable orgasm even stronger. But it was no use, and she almost immediately came on his penis, and his finger, with a series of contractions of incredible strength, while she practically passed out from the sensations, even as she was dimly aware of the white hot spurts of semen that he was ejaculating inside her.

When he was finished, he withdrew both his finger and his penis, using some tissues from the Kleenex box on the coffee table to wipe himself, and then, considerate as always, gently lifted her limp form onto his lap, as he sat down on the afghan so he could hold her. When they had both recovered enough, she teasingly suggested that he had better take her out and feed her, because she needed to keep her strength up! Before getting up, she stuffed a tissue partly into her vagina, trying to staunch the major flow he had deposited there. Retreating to her bedroom, she retrieved a pair of panties from a drawer, along with a feminine liner; otherwise there would surely be an embarrassing wet spot on her skirt after sitting in the restaurant.

Over their meal, and finding the right opportunity in the conversation, she raised the topic of each of them meeting other people. While his voice said disappointed, his face said relieved, which told Janet he was ready to move on as well. Using some carefully rehearsed lines, she managed to steer the conversation in such a way that let both of them admit they were only in it for the sex. Over dessert, she jokingly made him promise to drop by to service her, if she got desperate enough, and couldn't find a suitable male on short notice. He cheerfully agreed, but on the condition that they do it over the arm of the sofa again, which confirmed to a blushing Janet that he had enjoyed the afternoon's sex as much as she had intended him to.

But it was over, and he drove her home in silence. Even at the end of things he was still the polite, considerate Joey; escorting her to the door and giving her a chaste little kiss goodbye. Later, as she thought about it, she felt that it was a good decision. Always practical, Janet was planning to have a few affairs before she settled on one guy. She didn't want to get 10 years into a marriage, and then become one of those women who spread their legs every time an attractive guy looked sideways at them, because they hadn't gotten any experience when they were single. But she would always remember Joey ... her very first!

Later, after changing out of the slut outfit; and hiding it away from her mother's prying eyes, she called a few girlfriends and told them the news. She was pretty certain from the way they rushed through the rest of the telephone call that they couldn't wait to hang up, so they could tell some of the other girls that had made their interest in Joey so obvious, that he was "on the market". Janet's intuition told her that she had made it pretty certain that Joey would get laid by one or the other of them ... and soon! Still and all, she thought to herself with a soft smile, it was really the very last thing she could do for him!

* * *

Sarah, sat by the backyard pool; enjoying the warm late June Friday afternoon by sunbathing in her bikini. She would have preferred to be nude, so she could get an "all over" tan, but there were too many prying eyes in the neighbouring houses, even though most people were at work or school. Not that there was really much to see, she thought to herself ruefully, glancing at her modest breasts, and slim hips. She was certainly no Michelle, or even Janet for that matter, not that Roman seemed to mind!

At least that part is working properly now, she giggled to herself, as she stared at the mound between her legs, just barely covered by the tiny triangle of shimmery tangerine fabric. Noticing that a few wisps of light brown hair were showing around the crotch of the bikini bottom, she made a mental note to trim herself a little before wearing the swimsuit in public.

Stretching like a contented cat, she rolled over to get some sun on her back, even as she shivered a little with anticipation of the get together at Janet's house, and the possibility that she and Roman would have sex afterwards.

The whole situation with him was so wonderful! She had dated quite a few guys in high school, but never let anyone go beyond kissing, although a few had tried to feel her breasts through her clothes. As beautiful as she was, she tended to attract only those guys whose self-image said "cool"; other boys seemed intimidated by her looks. And these self-styled high-status guys were so full of themselves, no doubt because they had lots of girls chasing them! When they discovered she wasn't prepared to engage in much in the way of sexual activity beyond kissing, they quickly moved along to more willing girls. And then Michelle told her about Roman, who she was only vaguely aware of, even though he was in several of her classes.

Apparently, if Michelle was to be believed, he was both smart and serious, but in a good way. It had never been necessary for Sarah to make a play for a guy; there was always plenty of male interest. But that interest always turned out to be not from the right sort of boy, so recently she hadn't accepted offers for any kind of date.

With Michelle pushing her somewhat relentlessly, she made a point of taking notice of Roman during math class; he wasn't any sort of movie star, but certainly reasonably attractive, and looked a little bit athletic. And, she had to admit, he did have very nice brown eyes, which he quickly averted when he discovered her looking at him.

Math period was the last one of the day, and it certainly wasn't one of Sarah's favourites, as she struggled with the subject; but she had to have a calculus credit for university. As the students rose to leave when the bell rang, she approached Roman, and asked, in the sweetest possible way, if he could go with her to the library ... and help with her problem sets for a few minutes. The look of disbelief, and then confusion on his face, was rather amusing ... clearly he wasn't used to getting requests from girls like Sarah. But one thing Sarah also knew, and it wasn't false modesty, was that suggestions from her were the equivalent of Royal Commands when given to adolescent males; and Roman quickly stammered through his agreement to provide some help.

Once they were settled in the library, and Roman had recovered his composure after nearly falling over a chair; a sure sign of his nervousness, they began to study together. But Roman was quite a different person when talking about math ... and gave off a quiet confidence as he explained one problem after another to her in a way that made things crystal clear to Sarah.

"He should be giving this course," she thought to herself, "not taking it."

About 45 minutes later, both problem sets were completed, and ready to turn in, and even better, Sarah thought, probably perfect! Sarah thanked him in a very sincere fashion, and he responded by saying that any time he could help, he would be glad to. Sarah was a bit hopeful that he might ask her to go for a cold drink or coffee, or something, so she could find out a little more about him; but that was probably too tall an order for this first encounter. As she left the library in his company, she got a knowing smirk from Michelle, who was also there doing homework. But Sarah didn't care, Roman was really very nice, she thought to herself, in an earnest sort of way, and very different from the kinds of boys who usually chased after her.

That night, Michelle ruthlessly grilled Sarah on the telephone about Roman; and what she thought of him.

"So?" Michelle asked, in a tone that would have done justice to the Spanish Inquisition.

"So what?" Sarah answered, feigning innocence.

"Don't try to be cute with me, missy, spill the beans ... what did you think!"

"OK, OK," Sarah answered laughing, "He is very nice ... a little lacking in confidence about girls maybe ... but just as smart as you said. He certainly knows calculus stone cold."

"You should see his English paper ... he let me read it ... mine looks pathetic in comparison!"

"Why are you trying to set me up with him, anyway?"

"I just think you would make a nice couple ... he needs a girlfriend ... and you've put yourself on the shelf."

"What about you?"

"I thought about it ... but I think we'll just be friends ... I enjoy talking to him. With every other boy I know, it's always about sex ... not that I'm complaining, but it's nice to have a guy you can just hang out with. And he's interesting ... I've actually learned quite a bit about how boys see things ... especially girls!"

"Do you think ...?"

"I doubt it ... at least from a few remarks he's made."

"He's certainly different from every other boy I've gone out with. I specialize in conceited jerks mostly."

"So do you want me to make it happen?"

"How would you do that ... he seems a bit shy?"

"Trust me!"

Apparently Michelle had the situation totally in hand, because a day later Roman was on the phone asking for a date.

"Did he call," Michelle asked the following morning as they walked to school.

"Yes."

"And?"

"Do you have to know everything?" Sarah said, slightly annoyed.

"Of course ... everything ... where you go; what you do; when you first kiss; how many dates before he tries something ... how fast you give in ... everything!"

"Michelle!" Sarah protested, flushing ... and flustered, "I'm just going on a date ... and you already have me sleeping with him!"

"Of course," Michelle said with a laugh, obviously enormously enjoying the situation, "I set this up; and I expect a blow by blow account, right up to, and including, the big event!"

"Well some things are private," Sarah said hotly, "and besides I'm still a virgin ... something like that would be a big decision for me."

"But you're already considering having sex with him," Michelle said in a knowing way, her blue eyes dancing with delight.

"I am not ... I barely know him!" a furious Sarah retorted.

"If you say so missy," Michelle said smugly, "tsk, tsk ... not even 18 yet ... if your mother knew what you were thinking!"

"That's enough!" Sarah said even more furiously, as she stomped off down the road by herself, with Michelle's silvery laughter following behind her.

But later on, a contrite Michelle caught up to Sarah at lunchtime, and apologized for the teasing; which allowed Sarah to admit to her that the suspicions about the potential chemistry between her and Roman were not misplaced.

The first date with Roman was a total success, and she had even given him a small kiss goodnight ... something she normally wouldn't do right away! Unlike other boys she had gone out with, Roman didn't spend the entire evening talking about himself; to the exclusion of all other subjects. And his comments about the movie were not only clever, but amusing as well.

As the dates, and "accidental" meetings, piled up, Sarah found herself walking on a pink cloud. How much was first love, and how much was first lust, was about the only thing left to figure out. Roman had arranged a party to celebrate her 18th birthday, and she rather expected him to try to get past first base with her after he drove her home; but even after some very serious necking ... for a supposedly shy inexperienced guy, he certainly knew how to kiss ... he kept his hands to himself. She had had a couple of alcoholic drinks at the party to celebrate her birthday, and ruefully admitted to Michelle the next day that she had been fully prepared to be taken advantage of.

"Does he know you're on the pill?" Michelle had asked.

Sarah had been taking birth control pills for about a year and a half in order to regulate the problematic swings in her monthly cycle.

"Of course not," Sarah replied, "that's not something you bring up, unless you want a guy to think you're just asking for it."

"He probably doesn't want to seem like a typical guy," Michelle suggested, "you know the type, all hands, and not much else."

"But this is ridiculous!" Sarah said with a sigh, "it's nice to be respected and all, but there is a limit ... what is he waiting for, a message from the Angel Gabriel?"

"But he kisses you, doesn't he?"

"Ohmigod yes ... if you want your toes curled, he's the guy ... believe me!"

"That good?"

"That good!"

"Well maybe you're just going to have to get things started. When you're kissing, try putting his hand somewhere he might find interesting."

"But I don't want him to think I'm some sort of slut!"

"Don't be silly! You've been seeing him for quite a while. Besides, he won't have much time for thinking when he's going to be so very, very busy getting acquainted with what's underneath your clothes."

"Michelle ... really!"

"Well ... it's up to you ... if you want him to make a move, you're obviously going to have to encourage him. Have you considered not wearing a bra; that usually gets their attention!"

"Isn't that a little obvious?"

"Who cares; as long as it works! Besides, it's almost warm enough for a sun dress. Don't you have one that's backless?"

"Yes, but I would never consider wearing it this early in the season."

"Well you know the old saying about desperate times calling for desperate measures!"

"Maybe you're right ... as usual!"

Sarah hadn't hesitated to ask Michelle about her love life, and how to encourage Roman to go farther, because Michelle had already shared the story of her own first sexual experience with Sarah. She remembered the conversation well. Michelle had gone to Montreal for Easter with her family, and shared the momentous details with a wide-eyed Sarah as they walked to school the first morning after she got back.

"Who was it? Did it hurt? Did you like it? Did he use a condom?" a surprised Sarah had blurted out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa ... one question at a time; you've met my cousin Sylvie, haven't you?"




Red Polka Dots



Sarah had met her several times, when the families got together at Michelle's home; she was a year older than Michelle and Sarah.

"Of course we all went to mass on Good Friday," Michelle had continued, "but Sylvie and Alain, her new boyfriend, set me up with a blind date for Saturday night. It was a friend of Alain, Marc, who goes to the same CEGEP. Anyway, he was really cute, and very sweet, and so polite with me. We all went out for dinner, and of course I had some wine to drink, not that I needed to lose my inhibitions that way ... just looking at Marc was plenty enough!"

"Then what happened," and intensely curious Sarah had asked.

"Anyway, afterwards we went to a club and danced, but it was noisy, so Sylvie suggested we go back to Marc's place ... his parents were away for the holiday. Once we got there, Marc got everyone a beer, except me; I don't like beer, so he made me a mixed drink."

"Did he get you drunk?"

"No, no, he wasn't that kind of guy at all. Anyway, then we all watched a really racy DVD that Sylvie had bought, in French, but they put on the English subtitles for me. Not that the dialogue mattered all that much; since the film was mainly about naked people making out with each other, in between intense conversations about nothing!"

Sarah and Michelle had laughed together at this clever send up of European cinema.

"When it was over, everyone was pretty turned on I suspect, or at least I certainly was, because some of the sex scenes were pretty graphic, and Sylvie told Marc something in French, and then she and Alain went down to the basement by themselves. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out what they were going to be doing!"

"No way!"

"And so Marc and I were left alone, and it was kind of awkward; I knew that he knew that we were both thinking about sex! So he finally suggested we watch another movie ... he was trying so hard to be a gentleman. So I asked him for another drink, and after he got it, when he sat down beside me I decided to kiss him, and one thing led to another, and when he got underneath my dress and started touching my pussy through my panties it felt really, really good ... and I thought ... why not? And so pretty soon we were up in his room, on his bed, both naked, and we made love. It hurt a little at first, but after a bit it felt good, although it wasn't like a Hollywood movie or anything."

"Did you ... you know ... have an orgasm?"

"No ... he went way too fast at the beginning for that ... maybe he thought I'd change my mind."

"Are you sorry you did it with him?"

"No ... even if it wasn't perfect ... it was nice, especially after a while. And yes, since you asked, it was safe; he used a condom. Even though I'm on the pill, I'm not stupid enough to have unprotected sex with a boy I just met!"

"But it was like ... a one night stand ... you're sure you weren't drunk?"

"Nope ... just horny," Michelle laughed, her eyes sparkling.

Even a slightly shocked Sarah had to be amused at this observation. Although she found it somewhat unbelievable that Michelle would give herself to a guy she only just met. At least if she and Roman ended up having sex, well, they had been dating for some time, Sarah reassured herself!

On their next Friday night date, Sarah took Michelle's advice about enticing Roman into bolder action, choosing a just warm enough day to get away with wearing an outfit that definitely "rushed the season", a braless sundress; while covering herself with a white linen blazer against the chill of the evening. When the inevitable kissing began on the basement couch afterwards, she took his hand, and put it against one of her breasts, letting him feel it through the thin material, and giving him a semi-theatrical sigh of desire as she did so, to be sure he would understand that she wanted to be touched.

It turned out that Roman was a very quick study, and soon was trying to put his hand underneath the material of the dress. Sarah helped him along by pulling aside the shoulder straps, so he could fully expose her breasts to his caresses, and then kisses. Kisses that sent serious electricity farther down her yearning body, as she signalled her pleasure with a series of warm sighs.

By Saturday, clearly encouraged by her response to the increased intimacy between them, after a few minutes of intense kissing, he not only took her top and bra off so he could fondle and kiss her breasts, but even went so far as to put one hand between her legs, timidly rubbing her crotch through the material of her skirt. The gentle pressure he applied to her feminine mound stimulated a surge of desire within Sarah, and she immediately wanted much, much more. Tossing any maidenly modestly completely aside, she took his hand, and boldly directed it not only under her skirt, but into her panties, so he could touch her soaking wet pussy directly. A half hour later found Sarah completely naked; and frantic for sex!

Roman, no doubt in the same state based on the bulge in his pants, confessed in a whisper that he didn't have any protection, at which point Sarah revealed that she was on the pill for medical reasons, and fumbling, passionate intercourse soon followed.

The first couple of times they made love, Sarah didn't achieve a climax, although she found the warmth of their naked embraces, and feel of his erection inside her, increasingly pleasurable. During their third sexual encounter, however, Roman, after kissing and sucking on her very sensitive nipples, started to move his kisses lower, first over her stomach, and then downwards towards her pussy, where one of his hands was hard at work fondling her soft sensitive femininity. Unsure of his intentions, Sarah allowed him to proceed, and Roman's kisses now fell onto, and then between, her slippery wet labia, seeking out hidden treasures with his tongue. She tried to close her legs, but he insisted, gently, but firmly pushing them apart again. As he kissed and licked her innermost sexuality, all the while using a finger to invade her vagina, waves of incredible warmth coursed through her entire body, and she began to totally lose control of herself. Overcome with arousal, and totally past any restraint, she opened her legs up farther, and then wantonly assisted him with the ravishment of her burning pussy by spreading the lips for him with her hands. Thrashing about as he attacked the delicate swollen bud of her clitoris, now shamelessly exposed, she quickly reached an intense orgasm, one that left her crying out with passion, and covered with sweat!

The next morning, lying in bed remembering; and at least sixteen shades of red at the lascivious behaviour she had indulged in, she was both confused and embarrassed. She knew that most women responded to oral sex, but her own reaction, and the strength of the resulting climax, surprised, and almost scared her. Like most young women, she had learned how to make herself come, and often did so, especially late at night in bed, after Roman had kissed her into an extreme state of desire, but this was different, far more out of control and beyond anything she had previously experienced!

"God, I'm worse than just a slut," she admonished herself, as she recalled, scarlet, how she had not only let Roman see and kiss the most personal and intimate parts of her, but actually spread herself for him as well, like she imagined some sort of porn star might do!

"I must be a sex maniac," she thought ruefully, even while wondering whether to set some boundaries on her date with Roman that evening.

But later on, a world of good intentions was no match for Roman's urgent kisses and caresses, ones that were raising the temperature between her legs. Lying naked with him on the day bed in the recreation room, ("so aptly named", she had slyly giggled to Roman earlier as he removed her clothes); she found that the temptation to have him use his mouth to bring her to another searing climax was overwhelming, and she not only didn't stop him when he started to move his kisses downwards from her breasts, but spread her legs wide apart to encourage him into a repeat of the previous night's performance!

A short time later, even as she lay there recovering from another incredibly strong orgasm, she felt Roman moving upwards between her legs, and starting to enter her warm, wet, welcoming vagina. As he moved in and out of her, he did something new; at the end of each withdrawal letting his rock hard penis slowly slide upwards between her labia, rubbing against her very sensitive clitoris. Somehow, he managed to repeat this quite a number times; until Sarah was once again wildly aroused, and on the verge of a second orgasm. And then, perhaps sensing that she was ready to come, he thrust his rigid manhood deeply inside her in order to obtain his own release, which brought both of them to a very satisfying mutual climax.

From that point forward, Sarah simply abandoned herself to the sexual side of their relationship, the modest part of her personality capitulating to the sensual part of it. She became bolder and bolder, often pulling down her panties, and spreading her legs apart in semi-secluded public places, and then making him use his educated mouth and tongue to satisfy her lustful urges!

But it wasn't all one-sided, as she and Roman had started to experiment with different sexual positions. And Sarah had taken his erect penis in her mouth on several occasions, which she could tell he really liked! She had promised him that she would let him come in her mouth once, just to see what it was like, before the summer was over, and they went away to different schools.

This last offer came about as part of a half playful, half serious, discussion about the status of their relationship, giving their impending separation. In what Sarah thought was a surprisingly mature agreement by a couple of 18 year olds who had feelings for one another, they had decided to put their romance aside, neither of them being sure just how deeply committed they should be at this stage of their lives.

"But that doesn't mean," Sarah had said to Roman with a suggestive smile, "that we shouldn't get better, and more practiced, at sex!"

"How so?" a laughing Roman asked, "There can't be much we've left out so far?"

"Oh I don't know," Sarah giggled, "because before September, when I'm ready, your sweet, formerly innocent girlfriend is going to give you a blowjob ... a real one ... just like you'll get from some total slut you're going to meet on campus this fall!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Wait and see!"

Lying in the sun, and remembering all of these events, Sarah felt the now familiar wetness of sexual anticipation beginning to form between her legs; so she got up, and plunged into the pool to at least temporarily put the fire out. Tonight couldn't come soon enough!

* * *

Janet heard the doorbell, and rushed to answer it. She had invited the girls to come by a little early, to help her prepare for dinner, although there wasn't all that much to do. Sadly, her new boyfriend Matt, a college student ... well, maybe he wasn't technically her boyfriend, but they had gone out 3 times ... was working behind the bar of the nightclub, and wouldn't be off until at least 3AM. It wasn't the best summer job for your social life, he had explained, but the pay, and share of the tips, was lucrative.

Matt was 19, and therefore able to have a job serving alcohol. He had invested in a bartending course, and it was now paying off. Maybe she should think about something like that after next year, when she turned 19, rather than her boring deadbeat summer job at the clothing store. Matt said he might be able to get her an "in" where he worked. He said they were always looking for female bartenders, because they sold more drinks, and got better tips. It was crazy hours, and you had to put up with guys making passes at you, but when your pay cheque came in, it was worth it!

There was another problem, one that she wasn't yet quite ready to let Matt solve. She missed the sex with Joey, but of course, not Joey himself; desperately! In fact, she thought ruefully, I'm the walking female incarnation of "hard up". So even while she tried to figure out if Matt might be a candidate for a more serious, and more sexual, relationship, something had to be done; which meant that the toothbrush motor was in grave danger of a fatal burn out!

* * *

Michelle stood waiting on the porch with Sarah, full of excited anticipation. She had been trying for quite a while to figure out if Sean, Roman's friend, was interested in dating her. Towards the end of school, he had attached himself to their informal group, and joined into conversations on various topics. But all attempts at engaging him one-on-one had failed miserably. He just seemed to be in awe of her, and totally went into a shell whenever an opportunity to get a little more personal with her came up.

Of course when she first became aware of Sean, via his friendship with Roman, he hadn't exactly been a girl's dream date, as his face was marred by a serious breakout of zits. But Michelle was sympathetic to this type of adolescent disaster, even though she didn't even know Sean then, because she had struggled with this issue herself, and even now followed a careful regimen of preventative cleansing and topical medication to keep her fair skin clear. So she told Roman to suggest to his friend the products she used, and he must have followed through, because over a course of time, she observed that Sean's face had cleared up completely, revealing a decent looking guy with nice blue eyes.

Over the past months since Christmas, she had used her expanding friendship with Roman to surreptitiously advise him on a few wardrobe alterations. Interestingly, somehow or other these also became part of Sean's clothing repertoire! So by June, there he was, with everything else necessary to be part of Roman and Michelle's emerging social set; good marks, reasonable looks, nice clothes, an academic future, and so on; except that the tongue tied part was a serious disease in need of a serious cure. Maybe Janet's party would provide for it ... she certainly hoped so!

Michelle had at least partly figured out Sean's reticence. A lot of guys were nervous of beautiful girls; and while she wasn't Sarah, (but then again, except for Hollywood actresses and supermodels, who was?), she knew she was well above average in both the looks and figure department. Not that she could take much credit for it, genetics were genetics after all! But then again, it was curious, because she had never spent as much time on, or waited around for, a guy like this before.

It wasn't as if Sean was the best looking, or most athletic, or socially desirable boy in the senior year, although he was certainly one of the most intelligent, as Roman's disclosure of some his friend's grades had revealed. No, there was something else, something behind those shy blue eyes that attracted her, something she couldn't exactly describe, but was certainly there!

After Janet let them inside, the girls went to the kitchen to help with the meal. Michelle saw that Janet had already poured herself a glass of white wine, and gratefully accepted an offer of one, as did Sarah.

"Is Matt coming?" Michelle asked.

"No he has to work tonight; so we girls will just have to share Roman and Sean," Janet teased.

"Although maybe Sarah has Roman so tired out," she continued, giving her a knowing smirk, "that he just won't be able to do it with any other girls!"

"Ha, ha," Sarah retorted, flushing.

"What are we having for dinner," Sarah said, trying to change the subject.

"I bought a gourmet lasagne, and a loaf of garlic bread; we just need to fix a salad ... and there's gelato for dessert ... we're going totally Italian tonight," Janet answered.

"Sounds good to me," Michelle said, "What do you want me to do?"

Under Janet's direction the table was set, the bread sliced, buttered, and wrapped in foil, and a Caesar salad prepared. The girls then took the wine bottle, and their glasses, into the den to wait for the boys to arrive.

* * *

"Now then," Roman lectured Sean as they approached Janet's house, "I want you to stop being so shy around Michelle ... I think she likes you ... which is pretty amazing given that you act like a frightened rabbit every time she tries to talk to you ... pretend that she's just the same as Nancy ... you didn't have any trouble talking to her!"

"But Nancy doesn't look like Michelle," Sean protested, clearly flustered, "not even close!"

"So what," Roman said in an annoyed tone, "are you going to blow a chance to date a really beautiful girl, just because she makes you a bit nervous?"

"I know Michelle really well," he continued, "and even if she is pretty hot, she's also a normal person ... so stop being so stupid and get with the program!"

"OK, OK," Sean said as they mounted the steps to Janet's house, "I'll try."

"See that you do," Roman said sternly as he rang the doorbell.

* * *

Janet greeted the boys at the door, and invited them inside, giving Roman a big hug in the process, and then turned to Sean with a welcoming smile, followed by a light hug, not quite the treatment Roman got, but pretty nice all the same!

As she turned to lead them inside, Sean followed her, the delicate odour of her fragrance still with him from the hug. As she walked, he admired her long softly curving tendrils of brunette hair. They cascaded down towards her waist, a magical contrast against the skin exposed by the deep "V" in the back of her white sundress, which certainly meant she didn't have a bra on! Janet, he had often noticed, had a nicely average figure, with more assets than Sarah, but certainly not Michelle; however, there was something in the way she carried herself that just said: "sexy" ... there was no other way to describe it!

When they reached the kitchen, Roman produced the bottles of vodka and rum they had brought, and presented them to Janet.

"Oh good, you remembered; but how did you manage to get these?" she asked.

"Actually I didn't, Sean had his older brother buy them for us," Roman explained.

"My Dad left me two bottles of white wine for dinner," Janet said, "first time ever. But those two lushes Sarah and Michelle have finished one off already."

"Are they hammered yet?" Roman said with a grin.

"Totally plastered ... you can do anything you want with them ... they'll never remember a thing!"

"Hey," Michelle's voice said from within the den, "I heard that!"

As the three of them joined the girls, Sean was surprised to receive not only a greeting, but further hugs, from both Sarah and Michelle! He hoped he wasn't blushing as Michelle released him from her embrace ... this party was off to a very good start!

As Sarah turned back to sit down, he noticed that she had also elected to wear a backless dress, given the hot July evening, which meant she was braless as well. Michelle had on a sleeveless linen shirtdress that buttoned in front, although several of the top ones were left undone. It hugged her feminine curvature, here and there, in a most enticing fashion!

When Janet asked about drinks, Sean, mindful of Roman's advice, and wanting to be a participant, not just a spectator at the party, immediately volunteered to help; politely asking the girls about refills and then trailing Janet back to the kitchen carrying two wine glasses. After opening the second bottle of wine, and topping off Janet's glass, he carried a tray Janet had provided, back to the den with new drinks for Sarah and Michelle, as well as a couple of rum and cokes for himself and Roman.

As the conversation turned lively, and the drinks loosened tongues, and in Sean's case shyness, he somehow managed to engage in a side conversation with Michelle about her future plans, discovering in the process that she was actually quite easy to talk to one on one!