And Then Some

By Christine DePesan

two stories of women who spend an afternoon with their female friends enjoying some erotic entertainment provided by naked men. In Andrea's Party, Sherry accepts an invitation from Andrea to attend a 'naked guy' party. In Just Another Day at the Beach, a group of female friends on vacation together accept an invitation from the resort tennis pro to join him for an afternoon at a 'clothing optional' beach. The men in these stories are not strippers or hired escorts and the entertainment they provide is unrehearsed but willing. Typical of such situations, the women, as friends are engaging subjects while the men serve as objects of interest and amusement the women enjoy together in a shared experience they use to bond more closely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christine De Pesan
• Release date: Nov 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370113033

Christine DePesan

For several years now I have been writing erotic stories for the private entertainment of my husband and friends and, of course, my own. Not only was this a welcome break from the interesting but artistically barren task of drafting academic papers and studies, but it also reflected my frustration with the often low quality of so much erotic writing. Romance and porn both seem to me too often to degenerate into little more than alternative forms of sexual avoidance. It's not that they're formulaic, well, not just that anyway, but that they both are a form of euphemism that avoids the actual messiness of intimacy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy porn and consider myself a romantic, but what interests me is what's going on in a person's head in response to the physical cliches of life; whether it be the tall, dark, handsome stranger or the big dick that insists on coming in your face. Neither of these are intrinsically interesting, at least to me. And it doesn't get any more interesting (again, at least to me) if all you've got to tell me about it is that "she felt the melting between her legs at his deep voice" or, "she lapped it all up hungrily". This isn't even elaboration, its just repetition, mirroring. But tell me why that deep voice melts you or exactly what it is that's making you so (improbably) hungry; now it's sexy; unless, of course, you somehow manage to turn even that into a euphemism. So we read; "She spread her legs and he stared intently (maybe even 'feasted his eyes') on her firey center." And all I can think is, whatever the hell my fiery center may be, I sure as hell hope this guy is staring at my cunt! But more importantly, I hope that's how he's thinking about it; cunt, or pussy at least, or 'hot slit' , or . . . you get the picture. If he's between my legs thinking, "Ah, at last, her fiery center!" . . . , pass the lube, I'm really gonna need it! But porn talk all by itself is just as barren; objectification is only sexy when the tension still exists between the person and the object you or they want to become or you or they want to make of the other.Anyway, if you don't want characters and the messy, contradictory, chaos sex and arousal sets off in their heads, go read a romance or just watch a porn flick. Nothing wrong with either, but it isn't what I'm offering. But I hope you find plenty of sex here to enjoy and share with lovers and friends as my husband and I have.Keep one hand warm for me.

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And Then Some

Two more stories from the Sex With Characters collection.

Christine DePesan

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Copyright © 2016 by Christine DePesan

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Andrea’s Party

Just Another Day at the Beach

Andrea’s Party

It’s kinda quiet. I say to Andrea.

I’m out in her entrance hall with a drink in my hand. Andrea’s just answered the door to let in the last of her invitees to our naked guy party as she calls it. I followed her out here cause I’m a little uncomfortable in the living room with the other women. Things just feel awkward. I don’t know most of the other women she’s invited and the conversation feels a little stilted; kinda like no one knows what to say or do with these two guys she has walking around serving drinks.

I mean, shouldn’t they have music or something? I suggest.

For what? Andrea, hands on her hips, crinkles her nose at me as the last two women she’s invited walk down the short hall to the living room. You mean like for dancing and shit?

Well, whatever, for whatever they’re gonna do. I say vaguely.

Nah. she waves a hand at me dismissively. You mean like strip show kinda shit? Nah. she repeats. That stuff is just corny; loud music and some obnoxious announcer? You can’t even have a conversation. I hate that shit. Alex and Mark are just some friends, said they’d help me out here with this. They don’t do that other crap, far as I know. I don’t want em to anyway. Who needs it?

There is a pause. I can see it’s sinking in to her that maybe I do. She raises her eyebrows.

Look, don’t be nervous here. she says, then laughs. They’re just dicks. Conversation starters. Ice breakers. she bugs her eyes at me playfully, sees I’m not particularly soothed by this humor. She shrugs. You can go if you want, but this isn’t any big deal. The guys are happy to do this for me,…for us. Just relax, get to know people. It’ll be fun. she pauses, then, Look, love ya an all Sher, but I gotta play hostess so…

Yeah. I nod. Yeah, sorry. I’m good. Well, at least I don’t want to seem ‘uncool’ about this, so I’m following her back down the short hallway, listening to her high heels clack on the tiles and thinking that this is way too unorganized not to be awkward but, okay. It’s Andrea’s party, she’ll have to figure it out.

Hey Andi, one of the women calls to her as we come into the living room, this couch the same one you had back in your other place? a small slightly overweight red head, in a jean skirt and glasses asks as she examines the fabric on one of the two couches in the room. She did introduce herself to me, but I’ve forgotten her name.

Andrea is answering her, walking over toward the group of women sitting on the two couches and arm chairs that have been pulled together in a big circle in her living room. I’m walking after her back to my chair where my purse is, but I’m not listening to the chatter. I’m focused on the two guys over at the other end of the room by the drink table. They’re standing with their backs to me joking with each other about something while they mix up the drink orders from the latest arrivals. They’re fully clothed. The party hasn’t lived up to it’s billing…yet anyway. But I’m looking at their bums in those tight black slacks and I almost bump into Andrea when she slows down ahead of me. I notice two of the other women on the couch opposite me are looking over their shoulders in the direction of the drink table too. Nobody seems to notice my clutziness so I just slip past Andrea and get back to my chair. This is weird.

But Andrea doesn’t seem to think so.

So, has everyone been introduced? she asks perkily.

Not everyone has. Seems Andrea’s pulled friends from different groups. I don’t know Andrea that well, but we wound up on the same project team together and we get along great so, she asked me to come to her party and, yeah, it sounded a little racy but…anyway.

The seven of us go around with names, say where we know Andrea from. I’m a little relieved that not everybody knows everybody, so it’s not just me. There’s a Joan, a Steph, the little red head who asked about the couch is Alicia (second time I’ve heard it but it still probably won’t stick), I know Carol some from work, but I’m a little distracted still by the guys. They come back over to our circle and are standing together holding some drinks they’ve just mixed up for the last arrivals.

And everybody’s met Alex and Mark. Andrea says.

And there’s this chorus of yeah’s or oh, yeah’s, kind of overdone and exaggerated, but not too far over the top.

Yeah, hi. Steph, a dirty blonde who knows Andrea from the gym says, then adds, You two are just gorgeous!

And yeah, they are. Well, maybe I wouldn’t say ‘gorgeous’, but they look pretty damn good in their white shirt, black slack waiter get ups; cute, that’s for sure, and built. They’re cool about it. They just laugh and say thanks.

No really, Steph persists, like she wants them to take her seriously, you are. What’d she have to pay you to do this?

The two guys glance at one another like they just thought of this.

I ain’t gettin paid. Alex says suspiciously. She payin you? he asks Mark.

They play this out for a second or two, you know, Mark says back She’s paying you? all accusing like and then they just laugh and…

We aren’t getting paid. Mark says and takes the drink he’s holding over to hand it to…Joan, I think that’s her name. I can’t help it, I’m looking at his ass when he bends over.

Nah, Alex affirms, we’re just cheap. We owe Andi a favor and this sounded better than helping her move.

Again. Mark adds archly as he straightens back up.

They really are cute; they both have short, dark hair, they can’t be more than mid-twenties. I always thought Andrea was hot, but she’s like thirty-five. Hell, I’m thirty three. This is really robbing the cradle! Not that I’m complaining, but I don’t have any friends that look like these two; certainly not any who would be willing to help me out at a party or, better yet come to think of it, move. Anyway, like I said, I’m not complaining, but it is a little weird.

So, everybody has a drink? Andrea asks, holding hers up in front of her like a toast as she sits with her legs crossed in her arm chair.

Another chorus of yeah’s. We all raise our glasses.

Salude! she says and throws hers back all in one gulp.

We’re drinking vodka mixers of different sorts. They’re small (well, not big anyway) but the guys are mixing them pretty strong. I’m ordering cranberry juice with mine and I get it down easy enough, but I know I’ll be pretty whacked after a few more of these. That’s the point, I know, at least part of it. But I don’t want to get too shit faced, least not right away.

That’s round one! Andrea announces, then Waiter! she calls out theatrically, holding her glass up over her head.

The guys come around with their trays and collect the empty glasses. They start to head back towards the drink table to mix up the next round.

Shirts first. Andrea reminds them before they leave our little circle.

Starting right now? Mark asks, turning back towards Andrea.

Well, yeah. Andrea gives him a wicked smile. That was round one, right?

Yeah, guys. Let’s have it. Steph seconds Andrea’s request. That’s the deal right; one each round?

A couple of the other women murmur in approval.

Mark and Alex exchange glances, shrug.

Alex puts down his tray on the coffee table, straightens up again and starts to unbutton his shirt.

That’s the deal. he says.

Mark follows his lead. ‘The girls’ get a bit antsy at this; lots of looks