So, this one time, I went to a sex club...Part 3
So, this one time, I went to a sex club...Part 3
The final piece of Sophia's first visit to a sex club.
If you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2, please do. This is the third and final part of the story. Several of you have written to me letting me know you’ve been patiently waiting for this piece, but it seemed my inner writer needed to write several other pieces before I could return to the joyful conclusion of the sex club visit. Enjoy!
[Content note: explicit descriptions of consensual sex]
When I was thirteen, I got to go on my very first sleepover. Eight of us gathered at Leigh’s house, chattering and giggling for hours about stuff that feels important at thirteen. And then Leigh asked if we wanted to see something. The way she said that word something had me feeling excited and nervous all at once. I knew we were going to see something we weren’t supposed to.
She led us into her dad’s office and put a disc into the CD-ROM drive. Back in 1993, we didn’t have internet at home, so reference material was on compact discs that you loaded up on the computer. Her dad was a doctor and these discs were from the Mayo Clinic. She clicked the mouse a few times and suddenly there was an illustration of a flaccid penis on the screen.
I don’t remember if I’d seen an image of a penis before. In school we’d had a sex ed class, but I think this was the first time I’d seen an illustration up close. There were lines with words labeling the anatomical parts, but we were all fixated on the image itself. None of us had sex yet or even seen a penis, but we were definitely entering that confusing age where our bodies longed for the touches we’d been told not to have.
Leigh paused, her eyes moving to each of ours, and slowly clicked the mouse again. The penis began moving.
It was growing bigger, inflating like a balloon, and the end of it was starting to point upwards. There was absolute silence as the illustrated penis became fully erect.
We’d definitely never seen that before.
*****
Leaving the e-stim demo, we walked into the last section of the club we hadn’t visited yet. The space was open and the floor covered with what looked like thick, gymnastic mats, the kind that gymnasts land on after completing a complicated twisty somersault. Like the rest of the club, the lighting was low and did nothing to hide the tangle of people connected to each other through various body parts in a jigsaw puzzle that disassembled and reassembled itself every few minutes.
This was the orgy room.
I had stopped walking and noticed that my friends had as well. Our little group huddled together at the edge of this organic, orgasmic organism, and I wondered if they also felt the sharp pang of wanting to meld into this exaggerated pleasure puzzle as strongly as I did.
We’d now seen the whole club and migrated back to the play space that had mattresses on the ground and a half-wall around it. Each mattress, save one, had a couple on it having sex. Just outside the half-wall were several couches facing the play space, so we sat and watched for a few minutes.
Mo conferred with Claire, and then they both stood up and began moving towards the open mattress. Mo reached his hand back to me, asking if I’d like to join them. I hesitated, not sure what I wanted, and sensing my uncertainty, Mo clarified that I was welcome to have sex with them or I could also come and sit on the mattress and watch. I agreed to watching.
After putting the clean sheet on the mattress, Claire lay down on her back, and I sat beside her leaning my back against the half-wall. Mo began kissing her, pulling at her breasts, and fingering her. She was immediately turned on and breathing fast. I wanted to be part of her pleasure in some way, so I reached out my hand and began running my fingers through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. She turned her head to look at me, smiled, and ran her fingers down my arm. I shivered.
Mo began fucking his wife.
A part of their sex, yet apart from it, I watched as he artfully moved her towards orgasm. He knew what to do and when, eliciting moans and giggles, nail scratches and back arches. I gasped when Claire orgasmed and sighed when Mo did.
As they lay breathing heavily together, my hand tangled in Claire’s hair, I felt joy at having been invited into their intimacy and tenderness and at how I’d been allowed to participate in the whole evening in whatever way I chose. I felt more respected as a female at this sex club than I’d ever felt at a night club.
Glancing over at Claire’s stomach rolls as she began to stand up, I realized that I hadn’t worried about how my body looked for hours, and while I had observed all the bodies around me, it was like I saw them through a different filter- one of genuine delight and awe.
While Mo and Claire went to rinse off, Asher, Lilly, and I returned to the locker room and got dressed. It felt constraining to put jeans on again and disorienting to walk back to the car and then into my apartment. I had visited another world, a freer world, a space where bodies focused on pleasure and privileged sensation over scrutiny.
I ached to go back.
In the previous parts of this story, I shared photos from the glorious boudoir photoshoot with Mel Tufts. So, here’s another.
