Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Here! Here!” a girl yelled as she held something yellow in her hand and swung it around over her head like a helicopter propeller. “I’m ready!”

“That’s Peggy,” Jackie whispered. “She has a strange fire fetish. Almost burned her house down during sex…twice. Did you know she’s no longer allowed to have matches or a lighter?”

I laughed.

“Bam!” another woman yelled as she slammed a pair of red panties down onto the empty plate in front of her.

“And that’s Allison. They say she gives the best head in the whole neighborhood. So if Bastian ever mentions going to see Allison, you know what’s goin’ down.”

Somehow I’d ended up right next to the town gossip. Jackie knew everything about everyone. She was exactly what I needed in a neighborhood that seemed so full of secrets.

Another pair of red panties hit a plate, shaking the silverware next to it with a clanging sound.

“Boys, Mama’s waiting,” the owner sang.

“Dara holds the neighborhood record for the most sexual partners in one day. Twenty-two.”

“Oh my God,” I said. “Are you serious?”

She scrunched up her mouth and nodded. “The slut beats me every year. I got to eighteen and thought I really had a shot.”

“Ladies,” a beautiful woman with long, wavy blonde hair said as she took a seat at the head of the table.

She rang a bell.

“Start your engines,” she added.

“That’s Kendall,” Jackie informed me. “She runs shit around here. She’s the leader of the welcoming committee.”

Jackie suddenly reached under the table, wiggled her ass back and forth a bit, then pulled off a pair of purple underwear and set them down on her plate.

“Shit’s about to get real,” she said.

“Ohhh I so need this right now,” an excited voice said from the seat on the other side of me.

Jackie leaned over to me again and whispered, “That one’s Patricia. She takes pills to control her orgasms. This guy Adam fucked her so good he jumpstarted some syndrome called PGAD. Stands for…shit I don’t remember but it means she’s always aroused and always ready to come.”

That does not sound like a problem. I’ll gladly trade places with her on that one.

I looked over at the woman and couldn’t believe it. She looked like she was about to have an orgasm sitting right there at the table.

Unbelievable. If I were her I might purposely forget to take my meds from time to time.

“Aren’t you going to take yours off?” Patricia asked as she tapped a finger against the yellow thong on her plate.

I looked at Jackie.

“Should I?”

“Trust me, you want to.”

I reached under the table and pulled off my panties. I put them on my plate like the rest of the ladies. The dinner table looked like a rainbow of multicolored underwear, my pink pair adding the finishing touch.

The cool air nipped at my pussy and I felt oddly exposed. I’d been naked in front of people so many times before but this was different. I tucked my dress under my ass so my bare skin wouldn’t be resting on the seat.

“Now this,” Jackie said.

She reached down to the bottom of the chair and unfolded a bar from each side that created two foot rests, like those found at the front of a wheelchair. She had stirrups built into her seat. I watched as she set her feet down on the pedals and leaned back a little so that her pussy was open and ready. Ready for what, I didn’t yet know. When I didn’t move, Jackie rolled her eyes.