Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I replied. “You guys started without me.”

“It meant nothing before you,” he said.

Five words. That’s all he said to me but those words carried so much weight. He seemed to explain all of his thoughts and feelings about me in those few words. My breath actually caught in my chest. I looked down and hadn’t realized my arm was covering my tits. Pasha made me feel like a kid, like I was desired the way my first boyfriend desired me. He wanted me and I can’t say I didn’t want him.

My thoughts made me feel like I was cheating on Bastian. I lived in a swinger community where everything was about passion and pleasure. Was Pasha off limits? Could I be with him even if I wanted to? Then I remembered the rule. No pet can sleep with another pet unless invited to do so by their owner.

“Today’s lesson,” Lilly said. “Pasha is in his last class today so for Lilly and Sunshine, we’re going to be advancing ahead of where you’d be if you were doing this class alone.”

Doing the class alone. I couldn’t imagine being alone with Marco and Lilly. They were sexual FREAKS, ready to do anything and everything. I could only imagine it would mean constant orgasms with each of them. As great as that sounded, I was glad to have others in the class. Then again, the next class would be Bree’s last class meaning my final class would be alone unless some new pet showed up.

Being Pasha’s final class, our teachers focused mostly on the mind and mental connection between partners. Lilly explained that a physical connection was the easy part but that it would eventually die out if not cushioned properly with mental stimulation. Where most of the other classes, I assumed, were much more physical, this class had a lot of touching but nothing too sexual.

First we did an exercise where we each took turns standing at the center of the room with our hands on top of our head while the others in the class took turns touching our bodies, more like tracing our lines. First it was hands, then mouths, but no entry and no kissing. It’s amazing how easy it is to tell when a woman’s mouth touches your clit compared to a man’s. Men’s lips are so much stronger than a woman’s. Likewise, it was easy for me to differentiate between Marco’s powerful jaw and Pasha’s much more timid mouth.

When Pasha’s hands ran down from my raised arms to my ribs, I giggled. His fingers shook ever so slightly as he felt around my entire body. When he switched to his mouth, his lips took more time than anyone else’s.

His face was warm to the touch and seemed to be savoring the opportunity to touch me, starting at my arm. His cheek brushed my forearm and his head jutted in somewhat past my arm where I found myself turning my face to meet his, desiring his kiss. His hands had left me anxious for more of his touch and his mouth was meeting that need. His breath brushed my lips and I had to fight back the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

Would Marco and Lilly tell on me if I did it? Would it be allowed in the classroom atmosphere? After all, they were the ones putting me in that position.

My thoughts failed me and jumbled up until I felt nearly faint when his stubbly chin slid down to my left tit and moved over, his lips grazing my nipple as he breathed over the curve of my tit and circled to my right. When his mouth reached my right nipple, he cheated. Pasha fucking cheated. His mouth was over my nipple, hiding the move from sight, but his tongue dashed out and cupped my nipple, lifting it up a bit in its wet arch. A shudder ran through my body and my pussy betrayed me.

“She’s gettin’ wet!” Bree yelled. “Holy shit. Look at it.”

I didn’t need to look at it, I felt my wetness on my leg and then Pasha’s mouth swooped down to my stomach, made his way across my midsection and then found that spot where my wetness reached and wiped it with his lips.

I wanted so badly to grab his long blond hair and pull him into me so he could finish the job he’d started but then he was done and I opened my eyes to see him wiping his mouth off with his hand.

Never mind about Bree, Pasha was the only thing on my mind that class. When it was his turn to stand with his hands above his head, I watched with jealousy as Bree used her hands to grope him and then used her mouth to crack jokes as she did her work. Pasha hardened under the feel of her lips and I couldn’t help gawking at him, watching as his beautiful cock rose to the occasion. When she reached his balls, she held out her tongue and lifted them up, actually tongued his balls, and Marco and Lilly cheered.

Apparently we were allowed to go a little further than I thought. When it was my turn, I decided to do only one go round, using both my hands and my lips at the same time. I started at his face, putting my lips to his but not quite touching them. I worked his mouth with mine, using an open and close motion but never fully committing to a kiss.

He moaned in my breath and I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t fucking help it. Sometimes I blame Bastian for the path we ended up on but in reality, I think I see it now, my guilt over my feelings and desires in Erotic Mayberry may have been where it all began. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my tongue loose. His lip was my playground and my tongue wanted to play. His slipped to the edge and met mine, only for a second, but that was all we needed.

My naked body pressed against his and then out of the corners of both eyes I saw Lilly and Marco getting closer as if ready to stop us from going too far.

“They are feeling it,” Marco said.

“She’s definitely feeling it,” Lilly said.

“I do believe you guys are understanding this lesson,” Marco said, “But you MUST hold back. Do not give in. That is the point of this. Desire with the mind and have the best orgasm you can imagine later.”

I pulled from the temptation of his mouth and made my way around the rest of his body, enjoying the texture of his skin and pressing my lips against each edge of his muscles until I found myself face to face with his cock. I looked up at his face to see his eyes sealed shut but his mouth wide open. If we were alone, I would have taken him in my mouth without a second thought, but we weren’t alone, and we weren’t going through a blowjob instruction. Instead, I only pursed my lips against his balls in a joke-like gesture and backed away from him.

The lecture took all morning and ended with our lunch break. Fully clothed again, I went into the small community center break room and found myself alone, using my charge card to get something out of the sandwich vending machine. I took a free bottle of water out of the refrigerator and sat down to eat.

My stress-free lunch was ruined when Pasha walked in and started perusing the cold-cut selections in the machine. His jeans and tight T-shirt were what I liked seeing on a man. Again, something I feared I’d never see on Bastian. What would Bastian do in this situation, if he found himself attracted to someone in class? He’d told me the patch in his arm made him even hornier than I was. If that was the case, he definitely would have given in and fucked his crush right there on the break room table. I had more control than that. Barely, but I did have more control.

My guilt for wanting Pasha had me torn up inside but at the same time I was angry with Bastian for bringing me to a place where temptation was always around. If we’d moved into any other suburban neighborhood, I’d be at home right now watching talk shows or maybe I’d be ou

t searching for a new job since my acting one was finished. Instead, I was at a class that required me to get stark naked and play sexual games with neighbors. Was I in the wrong or was Bastian?

“Hey,” Pasha said as he grabbed a bottle of water and ripped open his sandwich package.

He sat down across from me at the table. I smiled at him.