Welcome to E. Mayberry

It had a nice ring to it. Erotic Mayberry. I imagined my parents asking me where I lived.

“Oh, Mom, just a little neighborhood called Erotic Mayberry.”

“Really? How are the schools around there?”

“Nonexistent. We don’t believe in children.”

That would go over well.

Bastian led me through a gate and past a large pool in the shape of a kidney and a Jacuzzi that was almost the same size as the pool. I could hear the music playing all the way from where I stood. At Last by Etta James. I’d always loved that song.

We hadn’t reached the door before we were greeted by a woman with a high squeal.

“Oh my God!” she yelled. “Who on earth is this beautiful lady?”

She ran over to us, wrapped her arms around Bastian and kissed him loudly on the cheek. Then, before I could defend myself, she did the same to me. She was a little older than us but her positivity was infectious. She was the happiest fucking person I’d ever seen in my life and I remember thinking if this was what Erotic Mayberry does to a person, I’m all in.

“Sunshine,” Bastian said. “Meet Rosie, our resident cougar and the happiest lady on earth.”

“Oh stop it, Sebastian,” she said with a little slap on his arm. “But seriously, come see me if you ever need an attitude boost. If I can’t give you an orgasm myself, I’ll make sure you have one before you leave my house.”

Oh my God. Is she for real? Did she just say she might give me an orgasm herself?

Rosie walked away to join a man at the door.

Bastian looked at me and I could see he was checking to see if I was okay after Rosie’s comment. I felt like my jaw was on the floor so I scooped it up and shot a sideways glance at my man.

“She’s a lesbian?”

“We don’t really use those terms here,” he said. “Pleasure is pleasure.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, holding my hand up to stop him.

Being a part of the adult film industry, I’d seen and had even been in scenes with gay stars. I’d done the lesbian scenes and some were very erotic. I’d been with two men who’d done some stuff without me. But I’d never had a relationship with a bi-sexual person.

“Are you saying you find pleasure with another man?” I asked.

I needed clarification. How erotic was this Mayberry? Bastian laughed under his breath.

“No. That’s not my kink.”

“You like pussy,” I said, just to make sure.

“To put it bluntly, yes, I like pussy.”

I was satisfied with his answer. Then he leaned over close to my ear and whispered, “I like yours best of all.”

He had me at pussy.

From there, we entered the party. Where most of my boyfriends in the past didn’t even understand the importance of holding a girl’s hand, Bastian took it a step further and linked his arm through mine. He wanted people to know I was his and that made me smile.

We entered to find people everywhere, most holding martini glasses, some smoking cigarettes or cigars while others stood around and gossiped. No one was dressed in formal attire but I wouldn’t quite call it casual wear either. It was all tight dresses and slacks with dress shirts, no ties. My dress fit in perfectly.

Everyone was attractive in his or her own way. People of all shapes, sizes, and colors mingled happily. It was a stress-free atmosphere. Hardy laughter filled the air and I caught the tail end of jokes coming from different areas of the room. Patsy Cline sang Crazy softly in the background, not loud enough to interrupt any of the conversations but not so low that the evening’s soundtrack ever fell silent.

Somehow everything seemed…perfect. It was almost like a party organizer was called in for the event even though Bastian assured me this was a typical Saturday night for them. He held me close and whispered that we’d move around the room and meet everyone, then there’d be dinner, then some dancing if anyone was up to it, and eventually people might make their way out into the pool.

I couldn’t imagine any of the pretty people, with their freshly done hair and pressed clothes ditching it all for bikinis and trunks.