Sex With The Minotaur
Lani Lawton
Copyright 2012 by Lani Lawton
All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction.
Other Stories by Lani:
The Secretary and The Milkmaid
Penelope
Although I never thought of myself as an admirer of the alpha male, now that I have one I would recommend the experience. It may not suit your taste, but if you never try one you'll never know. My personal journey to complete sexual satisfaction began just a few months ago, during a weekend of drinking, dancing and general debauchery.
I wish I remembered the first time he came to me. I can still recollect some feelings from that night, but there's nothing concrete. Now that he is a more frequent visitor, I know I must have enjoyed the experience. My alpha male is an expert lover.
Midsummer's Eve, afternoon
The summer solstice fell on a warm Saturday morning, but a group of revelers had gathered in a forest glen on Friday to celebrate Midsummer's Eve. Penelope and her friends were dabbling in the history of pagan rituals and were going to celebrate the arrival of Summer with a party. To keep it simple, the gathering was restricted to women.
Several of the women had been gathering the requisite blooms of the yellow wildflowers. Now the piles of calendula and St. John's wort were being woven into garlands. Emily and Penelope had volunteered to do the tying and the weaving while the others gathered dry wood for the midnight bonfire.
"Is this one long enough?" Emily asked as she held up a garland that spanned the width of her reach.
"Long enough for what?"
"Long enough for Cindy to wear," Emily joked.
Cindy was the largest girl in their circle of friends, but this string of flowers could have been used for a jumprope.
Penelope shook her head, "I'm not going share that comment with her."
Emily unwound a good portion of the strand and retied it so that Cindy could actually wear it around her waist. She held up the new construction which was less than half as long. Penelope looked over and nodded.
"That's more like it," she said. "Remember this is supposed to be a good time for everyone."
"I would have had a better time if we had let some of the boys come along," Emily groaned. "I went to Lilith Fair three times back in the nineties."
Penelope didn't feel that Emily's grousing was worthy of a reply and went back to her handiwork. When the pile of wreaths and garlands seemed high enough, Emily walked over to the lime green VW bus that was partially submerged in a thicket of blackberry brambles. She came back with a cold bottle of champagne.
"I think we should celebrate all of this creation," Emily said as she tried to pull the cork out of the bottle.
After watching Emily struggle with the bottle for a minute she waved for the bottle.
"I know how to do it," Penelope said as she reached out.
Combining a twist and a pull, Penelope freed the cork with a loud pop.
"Jesus, we better drink it before the others come over," Emily said, motioning for the bottle's return.
Penelope laughed as she watched Emily take a long swig. The frothy liquid started going up Emily's nose and she put the bottle down next to Penelope right before she let out a loud belch.
"Classy," Penelope told her as she took a small sip.
The noise did bring the others over to the blanket, and in a group effort they quickly drained the bottle. The last woman to emerge from the trees was Cindy, who had already taken off all of her clothing. She marched up to the blanket as the others just stared. Even though she was a bit larger than her friends, she had absolutely no qualms about her body.
"What? Where's my champagne?" Cindy asked as she sat down on the blanket. "I thought we were all going to be au naturel."
"Uh, yeah," Emily said. "I think we were going to wait until it was dark."
"Why? Look at all the vitamin D you're passing up," Cindy told them as she spread her arms and laid back on the ground.
The rest of the women looked at each other and shrugged. Penelope stood up and was the next one to wriggle out of her dress. She ran over to the van and dug out another bottle of champagne. She unwrapped the foil and safety cage as she walked back and pulled the cork as she plopped down next to Cindy.
"This bottle is only for those who are ready to commune with nature," she said as she took another swig.
Emily was definitely ready to keep drinking and became the third woman to cast off her clothing. It only took a couple of minutes before all nine of them were nude, sitting in a circle, and passing the bottle around.
Midsummer's Eve, a little before midnight
After all the champagne was consumed, the women broke out the marijuana. It was a warm night, and now that it was dark, the few that were uncomfortable being naked were feeling just as good as the others. Somehow Penelope had prevented the party from descending into a drugged out zombie fest. She wanted to have a bonfire at midnight and celebrate the holiday the right way.