A Girl's Best Friend

The party was in full swing when Ryanna and her friends arrived. Of course, they were an hour late, since Glenys had gotten lost on the way. The house was out in the back woods; the owners didn't exactly go out of their way to make it easy to find. Their fellow townspeople probably would have frowned on their having a bi-weekly swingers' house party.

Glenys and the others visited the party on a regular basis. They'd raved to Ryanna about the hot men there and how much fun it was to play and watch others play. She'd finally given in and gone with them mainly because she knew how persistent they could be. Though she had to admit to some curiosity as well, since she'd never been to a house party before.

The party literally took up the entire house. The dance floor, with one of the hosts as DJ, was in the basement, with couches, beanbags, and comfy chairs around the perimeter. Upstairs, snacks covered the kitchen counters and island, porn showed on the big screen TV in the living room, and the three bedrooms were available for sign-up by any couples who wanted privacy. "No intercourse anywhere but in the public room and the private rooms," the hosts told the women when they came in. "Anything else is okay wherever, but there'd better not be any cum stains when you're done or you'll stay after the party to clean it up."

"Don't worry," Glenys said to Ryanna as the group headed down to the dance floor. "Most people don't do much more than groping outside the rooms."

"Public room?" Ryanna asked.

Kelly, another of the group, pointed to a room at the bottom of the stairs. Although there was a door on it, a large rectangle the size of a picture window was cut in the wall. "For exhibitionists, group play, that kind of thing. Some people like to let others join in, and some people like to be watched. The only rule about that room is ask before you touch."

"That's the rule for the whole place," Glenys added. "Ask before you touch, and no means no."