Sheryl performed on the left side-a thin black girl danced across from her. They both looked great, wearing very skimpy bikinis that made their boobs practically fall out each time they did a deep dip.
They moved their asses perfectly in time to the music. As they danced they watched the crowd below or sometimes smiled at one of the band members. Eventually Sheryl caught sight of Tami and waved, incorporating her welcome into the dance.
After the final two numbers of the set, everyone, musicians, dancers, and audience alike, were sweaty and ready for a break. Sheryl jumped off her perch and signaled Tami that she would he back in a second.
Shortly after she reappeared, attired in a black mini-dress with the front slit almost to her waist. She looked boss like that. Several people turned around to admire her.
"Hi, Tami!"
Sheryl sat down. "Glad to see you!"
"Sheryl, you looked great up there!"
"Thanks, Tam. I love to dance. It's great exercise. And a good way to meet lots of people."
She winked at her friend.
"The band is new this week. The second night I started to hang out with the bass player between sets. He sure can play, and I mean more than a guitar!"
"So how's your job, Tam?"
As she started to explain Leo's new set-up to her friends, she had to pause several times to keep from laughing with excitement. The whole thing sounded too far-fetched to be believable.
"Are you kidding?" Sheryl thought she was joking.
"No, honestly. And Leo set up a secret little room that's all decorated and has a bar…
"Shit, that sounds great to me."
"Today I had a couple of terrific customers… "
Sheryl sobered. "You've gotta be careful about who you mess around with."
She had had a few instances of offering to fuck guys who turned out to be creeps and tried all kinds of weird things with her.
"Believe me, it was no fun."
"Oh, it's O.K. Leo checks them out to make sure he either knows the guy or that they're reputable and know friends of his."
"Fantastic."
After a few more drinks, talk got around to Joe and Steve.
Tami wondered if Steve knew all about what Sheryl did at the bar where she danced.
"Pretty much. He knows that being a dancer means a lot of people get turned on to you. And we both do just about what we want to do. Shit, he's been balling a fourteen-year-old girl lately."
"Oh, yeah?"
"She's built out to here."
She stretched out her arms twelve or so inches from her chest.
"I can see why he digs her."
The girls had several more drinks and were beginning to feel pretty high when the black dancer that worked alongside Sheryl came up to them.
"Hi, Eb, have a seat."
Her partner sat down briefly.
"Tami, this is Betty. She goes by the name of Ebony when she's working."
"Listen, there's gonna be a quiet little party over at my place in a little while. You're both welcome to come over."
"Thanks, sounds good."
She departed to seek out more friends and the two girls finished their drinks.
They walked out to the parking lot and decided to buy a six-pack of beer to tide them over. After a stop at a liquor store and another bottle, Sheryl suggested that they forget the party.
"Well, it's up to you. It sounded pretty good though."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be. But I'm in the mood for something a little quieter."
They sat in Tami's car, considering what they wanted to do.
"Let's just go back to my apartment," suggested Sheryl.
"That sounds O.K. to me," agreed Tami, and off they drove.
In a few minutes they arrived at Sheryl's. Her apartment was lavishly, sensually decorated. Everywhere you looked there were soft rugs, throw pillows, and mirrors. In fact, her sofa was composed of three enormously cushiony pillows.
"Hey, you've really fixed up the place since the last time we were here," remarked Tami.
"When was that?"
Sheryl went into the next room to change. "Don't you remember? The first time we all switched…"
"Oh, yeah, sure, now I remember."
It had been the first time that the two girls and their boyfriends had agreed to switch sex partners. At first they were rather hesitant, afraid that it might somehow upset their friendship. But as soon as everyone had gotten superhorny, they delighted in discovering each other's bodies and had a wonderful time fucking each other.
Sheryl entered, clad in a flimsy oriental-type lounging robe that was patterned in elaborate flowers. The profile of her body was visible through the thin material. Her supple legs looked as good now as they had when fully exposed on the dance floor at the bar.
"Remember how up-tight we all were that night?"
"Yeah." They both laughed.
"I knew that I had been itching to do it for a long time, but I didn't dare mention it to Steve. I thought he'd think I was a weirdo or something."
"Me too," agreed Tami. "When I suggested it to Joe he thought it was a great idea, but he seemed to take his time saying ‘yes' because he thought I would get angry."
That evening they had all been out drinking and come back to Sheryl's to listen to some music. Someone put on a smoky blues number and the girls got up and started a drunken dance. This had turned the men on a lot, and they urged them to continue.
One thing led to another, and pretty soon talk got around to having an orgy. In their inebriated state, their inhibitions were down, and it was decided upon that they would swap partners.
Everyone fucked together on the floor. That way nobody would wonder what was going on in the other room, or have any jealousy. Both girls really got down to hominess seeing their boyfriends' cocks enter another woman. The men felt already substantial erections increase when, each time they looked around, there was a luscious tit or ass close at hand.
All in all they had a wonderful time, and it proved to be the first of many orgies to follow.
Sheryl sat back next to Tami. She thought of the first few times that Tami had gotten laid. It had taken Sheryl months to convince her friend of the pleasures of sex. Being more experienced herself, she naturally took it upon herself to indoctrinate Tami into the ways of womanhood.
And now Tami was on her own. And doing quite well, apparently! Sheryl felt a big-sisterly pride in Tami for having developed into such a sexy chick. Her pride blossomed into something more as her eyes lighted on Tami's well-proportioned legs that peeked out from under her friend's revealingly short skirt.
"Tami, you know… there's all kinds of things that you should know now that you're gonna be fucking a lot more."
"Like what?"
"Well, I told you about watching out for creeps that try to abuse you instead of enjoying the good time you're giving them…"
"Yeah."
"And, well, there's all kinds of sex that you should be well versed in. You can't leave a man unsatisfied. You can't show him that you don't know what to do when the time comes…"
"Oh, I think you're absolutely right," said Tami, sipping a beer.
"But the way I see it is, as time goes on I'll obviously get more experienced. I surely learned a lot today," she laughed.
Sheryl noticed how Tami's eyes glowed at the mere mention of her sexual encounters. She tucked her legs up underneath her to get more comfortable.
"Tam, well, there's still a lot for you to learn."
Sheryl played with her glass, continuing, "For instance, some men really get turned on by watching women make it together. What would you do if some men, a customer, asked for a swinging group scene?"
"It would be impossible in the supermarket. I'm the only ‘quickie' girl there is. I guess it was a good idea to put me in the Express Lane."
Tami laughed as the warmth of the beer tingled her body.