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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 24 - Simone Celebration
Scene 1, Invitations
You are Cordially Invited
To celebrate the Life of
Our late Neighbor, Simone.
She worked and she died
Au Naturel.
Let Us, in the same way,
Gather to Celebrate Her
This Friday at 9:00 p.m.
at
97210 Libido Lane
When Ember received her invitation, she snapped, "Whoever sent
this invitation must be out of her mind!" Really glad the
invitation had arrived while her husband was at work and her
children were in school, she wadded it up into a tight little
ball, intending to destroy it. Before she did, however, she
paused to consider the young girl who had died only two houses
down from her own. It's strange, she thought, that I never met
her ...nor the man she worked for. Some neighbor I am!
The more she thought about that death, the more she wondered if
maybe she should attend this memorial. Then she remembered the
strange wording of the invitation. To be certain she was
correct, she smoothed the creases in the paper, then opened her
dictionary to verify what that French expression meant. Yes, she
learned, it means exactly what I thought. Naked! Goodness!
Will people actually come to something like that? She looked
again at the envelope and noted that it was addressed only to
her. Frank's name was not on it. Well, maybe, if it's only for
girls. No, I could never do that ...not by myself.
Even so, she re-folded the invitation and carefully slid it
underneath her panties in the lingerie drawer of her dresser.
Thinking back on it later, she realized the decision had already
been made to go, but it was much too soon and far too outlandish
to admit to herself that quickly.
Ruth was totally shocked when her husband, John, handed her the
invitation. How had she missed hearing the letter carrier when
he delivered it? She knew she would have ripped it to shreds
immediately, if she had been alone when she opened it, but John
was there. And he knew about it. Even worse, she thought, he
actually had the nerve to stand there smiling, watching her
reaction, waiting for her response, as if daring her to go, or at
least consider going.
She knew if she had received the invitation without telling her
husband, then she would never even have considered going, at
least not seriously. Now that he knew, she decided, she just
might go in order to teach him a lesson. That was her initial
reaction. She would have to think about it. At least that's
what she told John.
Ann and her husband opened their mail together, soon after they
came home from work. Intrigued by the appearance of the
envelope, they read the invitation together. "Well," Ann
announced, "there goes the neighborhood."
"No," her husband laughed, "I think it's already gone. We're
just catching up."
"Did you notice," Ann asked, "the envelope is addressed to me.
There's no mention of you ...or if men are even invited." She
thought a moment, then added, "I'll make a call and see if any
men are included." Interestingly enough, there was no question
about Ann's going. They both simply assumed she would attend.
Marie handed Theresa her invitation that evening just before
dinner. She read it quickly, then asked Marie, "I suppose you're
going?"
"Of course. I was with the other ladies when they planned the
evening. I think it's a great idea."
"What's a great idea?" Rick asked as he entered the dining room.
"A party in memory of the girl who died across the street."
"Sounds morbid, if you ask me," he replied.
"It's a nudie party," Theresa explained, her wrinkling nose
knowingly.
"You're kidding!" Brett replied as he entered the room.
Apparently he had heard much of the conversation as he came down
the hall.
"So I guess you're going?" her brother asked.
"No, I'm not," was Theresa's retort. "It says right there, au
naturel. Well, pardon my French, but that's as bare-assed as you
can get."
"So, you've been to naked parties before," Brett reminded her.
"Are you going?"
"Probably not," she grinned. "Well, maybe."
"I am!" Marie interjected.
"When is it?" Brett asked.
"Friday night, just before dark."
"On second thought," Rick laughed, "maybe that would be fun."
"You would think so," Marie grinned. "Judith will be there."
"And who else?" he asked.
"Are you needing some booty?" Marie asked.
"No, just curious."
"Well, as I said, Judith is coming, plus two of the girls down
the street. There's Leeza ...have you seen her hair? She has the
longest auburn hair I've ever seen. I mean, lots of it, on her
head and, well, other places, too. And then there's Leticia.
She's the girl who sucked you off at our last party. Remember?"
"Oh, yes. She sure came out of her shell, once she got going."
"That's not all she came out of," Theresa laughed.
"Yeah," Brett said. "I noticed that she was neatly trimmed."
"All right, we get the point."
"Thing of it is, dear brother of mine, you're not invited. The
envelope has only my name on it."
"How about that, Marie?" Brett asked. "You said you were there
when they planned this soiree."
"Strangely enough," Marie admitted, "we didn't even talk about
the men. Most of the conversation was about how much fun it is
for us ladies to go naked. I guess we didn't consider the
possibility that any men would want to come to a memorial for a
dead girl."
"Well, Dad, that's something of a wonder, isn't it?" Rick
chuckled. "I thought men were usually involved when women
started taking off their clothes."
Theresa and Marie looked at each other, then frowned. "Idiot,"
Theresa snapped.
Felicity or Ms Frost, as she was known at the insurance agency
which she owned and operated, received her invitation when she
arrived home late in the evening. It had been a long day at the
office, and she was really tired. How dumb! she said bluntly to
herself. No way, but she dropped the invitation back on the
kitchen counter amidst her other accumulated mail.
Later that evening, after she had collected herself somewhat from
the day's work and settled down in the living room with a cup of
hot tea, she sorted once more through her mail. Looking a second
time at the invitation, she realized that if it had not been for
her unexpected inheritance, she could very well have been in the
same plight as Simone. As it was, the money she received through
her uncle's will had paid for her home on Libido Lane and also
provided enough money to purchase the insurance agency. That
business, she was certain, would be a far better investment in
the long run than any other place she could put the money.
Suddenly, Felicity felt very fortunate ...and extremely empathetic
toward the late Simone.
Yes, she decided, maybe I ought to go to her celebration.
Rereading the invitation, she paused at the expression au naturel
and thought, Maybe not. It was not that she was ashamed of her
body, nor was she afraid to expose it. In fact, she had rather
willingly stripped down at the coffee shop a few evenings back,
simply to get quickly acquainted with one of her employees, but
outdoors? And in front of her new neighbors? That would take
some thought.
Meanwhile, Jack made it a point to transfer all the images from
his camera to his computer hard drive and then reformat the
memory chips. He definitely wanted to be ready for the
excitement of this celebration. Even though he knew he was not
going to be invited, he was not about to let the lack of an
invitation keep him away from that many naked women whom he would
definitely want to photograph. Just think, he said to himself, I
might get pictures of every lady living on Libido Lane, and every
one of them naked. A gold mine!
~~~
Scene 2, Erotin
Blame me, if you must, for I seem to be the one who broke up the
ladies' original plan. When my wife, Ann, announced that she
intended to attend the Simone Celebration, I volunteered our
family's barbeque grill. She thought that was a good idea, but
only if I went along to do the cooking. I reminded her that I
was not included in the invitation.
My wife is seldom outdone. Apparently she made a couple of phone
calls, and the next evening I had a call from Leticia, whom I had
met previously at our Benefit Party for John. She said the
ladies wanted to thank me for being willing to provide the grill
and do the cooking. I told her that was not quite what I had in
mind, since I was not invited.
Leticia explained that the original event had been planned for
only the ladies, thinking the men would not be interested, but if
I would come then they would invite the entire neighborhood. She
and Leeza, the two who originally had the idea for the evening,
were willing to buy hamburgers and buns for everyone.
Of course, the event would be strictly "Adults Only." Ember and
Frank were the only couple on The Lane who had children, but it
was doubtful that couple would come. Translated, that meant
everyone attending would be coming au naturel.
So I began to wonder how to manage the grill without splattering
hot grease on my bare skin. I needn't have worried. Ann said
she would vouch for me and insisted I wear the big cook's apron
she gave me last Christmas. "You'll need that," she added, "so
you have a pocket to conceal your RMFG." She smiled knowingly,
and I suddenly took a far greater interest in the event.
As it turned out, Ember decided she really did want to come. Ann
learned from Judith that Ember was not really thrilled about
attending, but her husband had invented so many reasons for them
not to come that she decided it would serve him right if she did.
Once all the men were invited, he was suddenly on the spot either
to come or allow her to attend a naked party alone. So they sent
their children to spend the night with grandparents, and
announced they would come.
Jack made a big fuss, claiming it was not right for him to be the
only man coming by himself, but that argument fell apart (much to
his delight) when Leeza told him Rick was going to attend. Plus,
three ladies had no husbands, but they were coming. So Jack
agreed to come, something he had intended all along to do.
And that is how what began as a simple back-yard gathering for
three or four ladies took on a life of its own and expanded into
something special, probably the first anywhere in the country
...although I doubt there is any category for such an event in the
record books. This was going to be an all neighborhood
completely naked block-party. I had trouble containing my
enthusiasm. And my curiosity. And my erection.
Friday evening finally arrived. While my wife and I were
gathering the things I would need to run the grill, I casually
mentioned to Ann that nothing had been said about condiments or
salads for the meal. Ann said it was only proper for the
hamburgers to be just like everyone else."
When I asked what she meant, she laughed and said, "Bare buns."
Now, I've been in naked before in groups, but I'm not sure I can
explain how embarrassing and how totally frustrating it was for
me to pull our barbeque grill down the driveway and into the
street wearing nothing by my cooking apron. The sun had just set
at 9:00 o'clock, but there was still plenty of light to see ...and
be seen. Naked people were arriving from up and down The Lane,
and it was soon apparent the entire neighborhood was going to
turn out for this most unusual celebration. Simone would
certainly be a name to be remembered for many years to come.
"You look overdressed," Brett teased when he arrived and saw my
apron. True to her word, my wife insisted that my apron was
absolutely essential for me to cook on the grill. Two of the
ladies looked at each other suspiciously, and I wondered how much
they knew about the RMFG in my apron pocket.
There were seventeen in all, nine ladies and eight men. Boobs
and buns and balls were abundantly evident everywhere. Not all
the people were familiar to me, but through a bit of elimination
I was able to determine the identity of most. Surprisingly, even
with every woman in the group being totally naked, as stimulating
as that was, only Brett and Rick were sporting erections ready
for action. Randy had a somewhat respectable hard-on. John and
Mike showed signs of interest. Jack was limber, which was not
surprising considering his age, but Frank's pecker was
pathetically shriveled and shrunk almost to the point on non-
existence. No wonder his wife, Ember, stood some distance away
all by herself.
The other women gathered together, as if seeking solace with one
another, while the men tended to separate out by themselves. Ann
was the exception. She walked by me quite slowly, pausing only
long enough to reach beneath my cook's apron and rub my penis.
The dampness I felt told me she had just coated my tool with her
special formula. As she moved on, she smiled and winked, and I
knew that was her okay to accept whatever sexual opportunity
might come open to me (pun intended). A moment later, I saw her
pause in front of Brett, and then his son, Rick. When I realized
what she was doing, I almost burst into laughter. Not only had
she arranged for the men to be invited to this celebration, she
was now preparing them for action, one by one coating their
penises with her special salve. Whatever else might happen, I
suddenly realized, there were going to be some might happy men
before the night was done ...and, in return, some equally happy
ladies.
During this time, Leeza began to address the group, apparently
serving as the event organizer. Her long auburn hair flowed
freely down her back, and the story of Lady Godiva came to my
mind. All Leeza needed was a horse. A crazy thought popped into
my mind, as I thought how there were already plenty of studs
present, waiting for the action to begin.
"Thank you for coming," Leeza said sweetly. "And thank you for
being such good sports about this matter of clothing. It is most
significant to our memory of Simone that we dress as we are, for
clothing was an exciting major factor in her last few days of
life ...as well as her most untimely, unfortunate death." I waited
for her to say more about Simone, but instead she urged everyone
not to worry about our lack of clothing. "We placed a 'Road
Closed' sign at the intersection, so there will be no looky-loos
on The Lane. We have the street completely to ourselves. That's
why we're having this celebration out here in the street, rather
than in the back yard."
The general buzz throughout the group became silence as Leeza
continued. "We should express our appreciation," she smiled
warmly, "for the lemonade which Jack has so generously provided."
There followed a polite round of applause. "You can line up over
there by the table. There's plenty of lemonade to quench your
thirst, and you can have all you want,, but we have only enough
of the large plastic cups for each of you to have just one. So,
please, hold on to your cups. If you line up now, Leticia will
serve you."
Indeed, it was a warm evening, and even though it was obvious
that none of us was overdressed, an iced drink certainly sounded
very good. The line formed quickly, and Leticia poured lemonade
into the brightly-colored cups. Mine tasted somewhat sweeter
than I prefer, but it hit the spot. While waiting for the others
to be served, I noted there was no sign of meat or buns. Why did
I bring the grill, I wondered. I thought about asking Leeza, but
there wasn't enough time.
As soon as all had been served, Leeza proceeded to read the story
of Simone's life, telling details of her despair which eventually
became a positive hope. She talked about Simone's job here on
Libido Lane, then described her developing interest in nudity and
...eventually, sex, which led to her death. She presented the
reading quite nicely, as an interesting, exciting story.
Although the story was sad, Leeza handled it in a way that was
actually quite rewarding and encouraging.
After completing her reading, she recommended everyone re-fill
their lemonade cups in order for us to share in a toast to the
late and great Simone. Getting re-fills took only a few short
minutes, as Leticia was quite adept at pouring and serving.
"And now," Leeza announced while holding up high her bright red
cup, "here's to Simone, certainly not the first and for sure she
won't be the last, but here on Libido Lane she is the most
significant lady to enjoy working naked...!" We drank amidst much
laughter and giggles.
Then Leeza continued, "You may be wondering about the food.
Well, we've postponed that for a few hours. Meantime, we have
something interesting for you, an activity which I am certain all
of you will really enjoy. Most of all, it will be a way we can
truly celebrate Simone. I mean, it is our desire that you will
become personally involved in her memory so that you can
understand and appreciate how she must have felt when she came to
a strange house. There, she met with a man she had never seen
before, and then she proceeded to spend considerable time with
him completely naked ...while he watched her work."
There was silence, as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe
to drop. What did she have in mind? A few people giggled
uncontrollably, and it was apparent that several were feeling
somewhat tipsy. At the time, of course, only the ladies who had
planned the event were aware of what was in Jack's special
lemonade. And they didn't mind allowing its effects to influence
them, since they knew what else was in store for the evening.
"Here's the plan," Leeza explained. "Men, you are now free to
return home. That's right. Ladies, please remain here for a few
more minutes. Men, all of you should go straight home right now.
The women will be along later." She paused, but when no one
moved, she urged, "Go on, move. Go home!" We did. Except that
I took my time retrieving the RMFG from my apron pocket, then
stowing the apron inside the grill. And I took a bit longer to
arrange the lid on the grill. That's how I was able to hear
Leeza's next instructions....
She said, "All right, Ladies, you will notice that the men had
blue lemonade cups, but the ladies' cups are red. In case you
haven't already noticed, each red cup has an address printed on
the bottom." She laughed, "I know. You have to drink the rest
of your lemonade to be able to see the bottom and read what's
written there." She waited while the ladies drank and until she
had their attention again, then continued. "You heard me tell
the men that the ladies would be coming later. What I didn't
tell them is which lady will be coming. You see, it won't be
their wives who arrive tonight. Each of you has an address on
the bottom of your cup. When we finish here, you are each to go
to that address. Really. At that address, you will represent
Simone to the man who lives there. As you do this, we hope you
will come to appreciate how Simone must have felt when she came
to work here on Libido Lane. Now," she continued, "as you can
see, this is actually a totally random drawing. None of us knew
which cup we would receive in the lemonade line. And, yes, I'm
going to do it too. All of us ladies will be visiting a man
tonight."
Giggles mingled with muffled chatter, as the women digested the
news of this arrangement. Then Leeza continued, "Now, I am not
going to tell you what to do tonight. You work that out with
your man of the night, but I do suggest that you have fun! We
will all meet together here tomorrow at noon for our celebration
meal. That's when we grill the burgers. Husbands and wives can
get back together then. By then, ...we should have many
interesting stories to share."
There was silence for a few minutes, as if no one quite believed
what they had just heard. Finally, Leeza added, "Remember, when
you walk up to the house and ring the bell, just imagine you are
Simone. There will be a man in that house who is going to be
very surprised, but I'm sure he will also be quite thrilled to
see you. Who knows what he will enjoy doing with you ...or to you!
Oh, by the way, there are nine of us, but only eight men, so two
of you ladies have the same address. Sorry, but you'll just have
to share that lucky guy, whoever he is. Okay, that's all. Let's
go and make the most of our Simone Celebration!"
I quickly ducked out and ran to my home, wondering which of those
ladies would be soon be arriving at my door.
~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 25
Note from the author: Perhaps you (like Jack) have a collection
of photos. If any of your pictures have ladies who look like
any of the Libido Lane Ladies, I would like to see them.
They will not be published, but they will greatly help me
as I write descriptions of the ladies in future stories.
Send them as an email attachment to: erotinthraller@gmail.com