“Anytime,” Kara replied. “I know it doesn’t make it any better, but I’m so… so sorry that that happened to you. Just… keep living every day like normal because that’s what you are. He didn’t break you, sweetheart.”
Sam smiled, nodding.
“Plus, you changed into the girl that I met and that I really like. I can say for sure that you’re awesome.”
Snickering, Sam couldn’t help but smile wider, then went in for a hug. Kara sniffled again but rubbed her back and she began to feel better about everything.
Sitting back, Sam looked around and then back at Kara. “So… what goes on at this place?”
Grinning, Kara studied her for a second but then smiled. “Well, it’s not like a cult or anything. Duncan is my boss at my other job. He and his wife Kelly introduced me to some of their friends. At first… it was just like… parties on Saturdays at people’s houses. But we started to get a little friskier, and… without going into ALOT of detail, we’re all part of a swinger’s group.”
Sam didn’t know what that meant. “I’m… I don’t know what swingers are.”
Kara smiled. “Well, we get together and have sex. Swingers are people that fool around outside of their marriages. I guess you could call Duncan and Kelly and I poly-amorous.”
“That’s certainly interesting,” she said. “I guess I’ve heard of swinging before but didn’t realize that was here in this town.”
Kara shrugged. “It’s not for everyone,” she said.
“No, don’t get me wrong, it sounds… I dunno… exciting. Y’all have parties here?”
Nodding, Kara took her hand and stood up, showing her the room they were in.
“So, our group has these rules, that we all follow. They’re for everyone’s safety. This room is where we all meet and have food and talk and stuff. After we cover anything that needs addressing, we go over here…” she said, turning and leading Sam out of the room and to another close by. “This is what we call the fantasy room. I’m in charge of all of the fantasies for each member, and each week, we fulfill at least one fantasy and the others watch.”
“So… like…”
“Well, this gentleman is a bondage master,” she said, indicating the man that was finishing up setting up some odd looking things. “One of the girls in our group has always wanted to try being tied up or spanked and stuff. It’s called bondage.”
Sam nodded, smiling. “And so… if someone wants to have sex with like… I don’t know… two girls, it’s your job to set that up?”
Kara smiled, nodding. “Well, it’s not a job. I volunteered. It’s kind of what I’m good at, organizing things and setting them up.”
Sam began to press her for questions about swinging and the group in particular. Fascinated, she was very interested in hearing about all the ins and outs of this place and about Kara’s friends.
“So… there are a few bedrooms if someone is wanting some privacy,” she said, walking her around. The doors to the bedrooms were all in the long hallway that they’d entered from what Sam assumed was a service door.
“What’s this?” Sam thought, going up to a nondescript door with a single light above it. There was a wooden panel that slid back and forth on the front. The door itself was at the very front part of the long hallway, next to a set of stairs that went down.
“All finished,” came the voice of the man that they’d let in.
“Okay,” Kara said. “Thank you for meeting us so late!”
“Oh, that was my pleasure. I just got in from Dallas and got checked into the hotel, so it worked out fine.”
“Great. I already got the bill paid so you should be set until Sunday,” she said.
“Thanks, and I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” he said, going out the long hallway that they’d come in.
Sam opened the door and peered in, but only saw a chair in a very small room. She saw a panel on the door, like the one on the outside. Reaching down, she slid the panel aside and saw a hole had been cut into it, then padded.
She looked at it curiously, then glanced over to where Kara was still talking with the Bondage guy, walking him to the exit door.
Shrugging, she left the slide open and shut the door just as Kara came back over.
“Most of the fun happens downstairs in the red room,” she said, smiling and taking her down the stairs.
Opening the door, Kara turned on the light and Sam saw a bunch of mattresses and pillows, with couches around them on the outside walls. Smiling, she nodded, and followed Kara back up the stairs.
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Sam said.
“Well, like I said, it’s not for everyone, but for those that can handle it, it’s an awesome experience.”
“So, you actually participate?” she asked, waiting as Kara went to turn off the lights. Sam helpfully used her phone as a light so she wouldn’t have to bump around in the dark.
“Yeah,” she said. “I used to be called a Unicorn, in swinger slang. That’s a girl that’s not attached.”
“Ah, because they’re probably rare like Unicorns,” Sam said, smiling. “Yeah, I would think that there would be tons of guys in your group.
“Actually, there are more girls,” she replied. “It’s definitely not the norm. But I guess I’m not a Unicorn anymore.”
“So, you only play with your boyfriend and girlfriend?”
She shook her head. “No, I… well… kinda,” she said, shutting the door and locking it. The two went to Sam’s car and hopped in.
“I’m bisexual, and for me, it’s okay to play with other women and I also still do oral sex with men, but… I only have actual male and female intercourse with Duncan.”
Sam couldn’t help but focus on the part about Kara being bisexual. She’d often wondered about that. Her friend was very cute, and Sam couldn’t help but notice that she was attracted to her.
“Personal choice?” she asked, drawing a nod from Kara.
“Most of the rest of the girls play with everyone, though, and the guys are all straight.”
Sam smiled. “Sounds like a fun group of folks.”
Grinning, her friend nodded and then looked over at her curiously for a second. “Well, if you ever want to come and check it out, everyone is super friendly.”
Sam smiled, nodding. “I’ll think about it. Y’all meet often?”
“That’s the real reason I took Saturday nights off,” she said. “You can swing by after work or see about getting off early one night. Just let me know and I’ll keep an eye out for you. When we get going, people can be having sex literally anywhere.”
Sam snickered, intrigued by the group, the club, and the whole idea in general.
She drove Kara to the outskirts of town, then a few miles more, turning down a nondescript dirt road, and pulling up to a house with the porch light on. There were several vehicles outside, and Kara started to gather her things to get out.
“Thank you for the talk,” Sam said. “It really did help.”
“Well, good,” Kara said. “I’m glad I could. I’d invite you in, but Duncan and the rest are probably having some weird sex party.
Sam immediately thought about saying that would be fun too, but then quickly quashed that idea. Her rampant sex drive was really causing her issues.
“I’m fine. I should get home anyway,” she said.
“Sam,” Kara said. “I think you’re a really sweet young woman. I’m really sad that you were hurt like you were. If you ever need anything, even if it’s just to talk for a bit or to have someone to cry with, please let me know.”
“Thank you so much, Kara. You’re such a good person,” she said, smiling and leaning over to hug her.
After they finished, they said goodnight and Sam pulled out, heading home. She pulled in a little after midnight, and despite her continuing desire to have some sort of sexual release, went right to sleep. Her dreams were troubled, though, and she slept fitfully.
She was laying in her bed, Dane spooning up behind her, his big cock pushing against her, but then it was Pastor Dickhead, and he was holding her down. Keith appeared, watching and yelling at her, but then it shifted back to Dane, then Danny, then her father. All of them just watching as he did that to her.
The next day she awoke around eight in the morning, weary from the restless night of sleep she’d gotten. She took a few minutes to get a shower and wake up, and then went back into her room. Grabbing her phone, she stared at it for a good five minutes, her finger hovering over Keith’s text messages as she wondered if this was a good idea.
“Shouldn’t I just forget him? He insulted me and left. If I forget him, then I can go out with Marley, or Brandon, or just have fun with both of them, or all four of them. But… I do love the jackass. Plus… I’m going to find out what he meant by all that.”
After a few minutes of going over the problem in her head, she decided to go ahead and text him. Clicking the box, she waited for it to open, then started typing.
“Can we meet and talk about things?” she sent, hoping she didn’t sound like she was desperate.
She set her phone down, glancing at it for a second, but then stood to go and do something else so that she wasn’t thinking about it. It buzzed quickly though, and she was surprised to see that he’d texted back.
“Hey,” he sent. “I’m sorry that I accidentally hit your nose.”
“It wasn’t intentional,” she replied quickly. “It’s not a big deal. Just talk to me. We can meet wherever you like.”
“Okay,” he sent.
“Let’s meet for lunch. Your choice.”
“Burgers, noon. You know where,” he sent.
“See you there,” she replied.
Allowing herself just the smallest spark of hope, she got up and went to occupy herself until it was time to get ready. She was working at three that day and figured that she could just get dressed when she was there at work, or stop back by the house if she had time.