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We-Vibe X Shedoesthecity Top 5 Arouse Erotica Winners: My First Orgy

Last month, Shedoesthecity partnered with We-Vibe to host Arouse: Erotica Writing Contest – our sexiest contest to date. We asked you to send us your dirtiest, lustiest, most sensual stories for a chance to win some extremely hot prizes. You did – and we couldn’t be happier with the submissions we received.

Now we’re sharing the top 5 entries. The following submission was written by Beatrice T.C.


I had only been living in the city a few months when my boyfriend and I split up. I can’t say I was all that disappointed. We had been growing apart for a while and as it turns out, leaving the safety of our comfortable suburban lives was enough to show us that we both wanted more out of life. It was the first time in my adult life that I had really been single, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit terrified. I knew that I wanted to make the most of my newfound freedom but I had no idea where to start. The city can be a pretty lonely place when you don’t know anyone. I had been friendly with a few girls at my new job but they didn’t exactly strike me as “out on the town” types, and I was never one to go sit at a bar by myself. So for a time I remained in seclusion, hiding high above the streets with all of my social interactions taking place from behind my computer screen. It wasn’t exactly the big city fantasy I envisioned, but it worked.

One Friday night, after a particularly stressful work week, I decided that I was going to suck it up and go out. I spent the better part of two hours getting ready for my release back into the wild before making my way to a trendy bar I’d often pass on my way home. It only took about twenty minutes of sitting anxiously amidst the raucous crowd, and one creep staring at me the way a dog stares at a pork chop, before I could take no more. I returned home disappointed and defeated. I sat at my computer, sweatpants on, a coffee mug filled to the brim with wine. I scrolled through social media dreaming of switching places with all the happy newlyweds and world explorers that appeared on my screen. I had worked myself into quite the emotional spiral when I came upon the profile of an old friend.

Emma had been my best friend throughout high school and early college. The two of us were inseparable. Although I certainly didn’t feel it now, we were sort of “It” girls back then. The few recent photos of her alluded to the glamorous and carefree life I had always imagined she’d lead. She had always been a bit of a wild child. Unabashed and confident, she was often at the center of some unsavoury rumour started by someone’s jealous girlfriend. We had always gotten along great. I was definitely the more reserved of the duo, but she had an ability to bring out the adventurer in me. I thought back to all the fun and exciting times we had, and I longed to be that person again. I wondered what she had been up to. She was a tiny thing, but with far too much attitude to ever just be “cute.” I had always been envious of her confidence. She was a little badass who said what she thought and defended her friends fiercely. I needed someone like her, especially back then. I was tall, wholesome, awkward and, just like now, I wanted desperately to feel like I belonged. I got that from her. Her attitude made me feel like it was us against the world and that the world didn’t stand a chance. I missed that feeling. I missed her.

So after writing and deleting more drafts than I’d care to admit, I finally worked up the courage to press send. The panic set in and I began to second guess myself, but to my surprise she responded almost immediately. It was a long message about how glad she was that I reached out and how much she missed me. She left her cell number and instructed me to call when I had a chance. I was so excited that I didn’t even bother trying to play it cool. I picked up the phone and dialled her up. It was so nice to talk to my old friend. We spent almost two hours on the phone catching each other up on the last few years. Things flowed so smoothly that it felt like not a day had passed since I’d last seen her. We were ecstatic to find out that we were both living in the city – and only a few blocks from each other! The conversation was exactly what I needed. As we talked, I didn’t feel like the sweatpants-clad cat lady who couldn’t make it one night on her own. I felt like the old me. We agreed that we needed to get together soon. After a brief pause, she mentioned that she was going out with some friends tomorrow night and that I should join them. I agreed without a second thought and told her how much I was looking forward to it. We got off the phone and I went to bed, my mind buzzing.


I couldn’t tell if I was more nervous or excited as I buzzed Emma’s apartment and made my way up the stairs. The door opened and I felt twenty years old again as she pulled me in close for a big hug. It was so great to see her. She hadn’t changed at all; she had just gotten classier. Her dark auburn hair fell over the shoulders of her petite frame. I had always admired her body, tight yet curvaceous. Her breasts were smaller than mine but she had never seen that as a reason to hide them behind a bra. It was that brash confidence that made her so sexy. She still had that constant look of disinterest that made you feel like you had to work for her attention. Men used to fall over themselves trying to impress her and I imagined they still did. As we talked, she explained the night’s plans and told me that her friends Piri and Anthony would be meeting us here shortly.

After a few minutes the bell rang and they were on their way up. In walked an attractive couple, hugging and kissing the host. Piri was a very pretty young Indian woman whose big, friendly smile was instantly memorable. Emma had told me that she taught yoga, and it definitely showed in her strong, feminine body. Her luxurious black hair came midway down her back and contrasted perfectly with her gorgeous skin. I saw a bit of myself in her. She was bubbly but by no means ditzy, just a very inviting person. My nerves eased, and I felt like I had run into an old friend I had never met. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and laughed about me knowing Emma in her “grunge” years. Then, placing her hand on the small of my back she turned to introduce me to Anthony. He smiled at his partner’s friendly eagerness, putting out his hand to greet me. He seemed to be a very thoughtful and introspective man – a stark contrast to Piri, but what they did share was a sincerity that made me feel like they were very interested in getting to know me. You could tell he was deep and intriguing. He wore glasses and had a thick, well-kept beard. His olive skin and dark eyes gave him a sort of ethnic ambiguity that only added to the mystery. It was very nice to meet both of them, and they immediately made me feel like one of the group. I admired the way they interacted with each other. She was so affectionate, finding any reason to be close to him. He was a bit more aloof but just as in love. At one point I found myself watching him just looking at her from across the room, a rare smile on his face. I was so enamoured that I had to catch myself and stop staring before he noticed. Their love was for each other, but they shared it with the whole room in a sort of comforting way that made you feel invested.

We were all chatting back and forth when Emma got a text that her friend Danny was around the corner and would meet us downstairs. He was very attractive, tall and lean with striking blue eyes and a crooked smile that made him approachable despite his good looks. His outgoing demeanour was enhanced by the feeling that you were only scratching the surface of his personality. You could tell there was a lot more to him if you could only get past how handsome he was. He had an easy-going charisma that made you want to be his friend. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was Emma’s type. I half expected them to hold hands as we walked down the street, but while their banter was affectionate, it remained platonic.

We walked into the bar, which was much more my type of place than where I had ventured the night before. I followed Emma over to two men ordering drinks. They threw up their hands and hugged her immediately. This was the reaction she seemed to elicit from everyone. She introduced me to the men, Hugh and Christian. As we talked it became increasingly apparent that they were very different from each other. Hugh was a slight man; I would guess he was only in his mid-thirties, but he carried himself as much older. His clothing was more upscale than the rest of the group, although he did not appear to put much thought into his style. He sat at the bar with his vodka soda, periodically chiming in but mostly checking his watch like a father waiting for his kids to get out of soccer practice. The group formed a semicircle around his seat and that seemed to work just fine for him. I got the impression that this was not his type of place and his presence here was part of some larger compromise that absolved him from having to stand. Nonetheless, he was perfectly friendly and made me feel a bit easier about not being as outgoing as the rest of our party. Christian on the other hand was a wild man. He was magnetic. Something about him commanded control of the room in a very primal way. He was Colombian but presented himself as more of a frat boy. Shouting over the crowd in such an effortless way, I began to wonder if that was simply how he always spoke. I was certain I’d go deaf if we were ever to share a cab or some other small space. His physique was as imposing as his voice. Despite being the shortest male in the group, he certainly did not carry himself as such. The sleeves of his shirt struggled to contain his muscular arms and I assumed the same would be true of his chest if he had bothered to button more than half of his shirt.

He was laughing boisterously at something or another when someone caught his attention from across the room. He looked the way he had when he saw Emma, and I turned around, anxious to see who had stolen his attention. Walking toward me was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She was tall and glamorous like some foreign starlet living here under the radar. They hugged and she came over, introducing herself as Lucy. She was a great beauty of Jamaican and French heritage. I found myself losing my place in conversation as I stared at her piercing green eyes and full lips. Despite (or perhaps because of) her looks, there was something about her that was very distant – as if she was constantly sizing you up in her head. She was nothing but lovely to me, but I still couldn’t tell if she actually liked me. I watched as she shimmied her way through the crowd and over to Christian. He draped his arm around her. If anyone could tame such a beast of a man it would be her. I was starting to feel a bit flustered and had to remind myself not to stare. They were such an attractive couple, with such a raw, animalistic connection that I could not help but imagine them together. Oh, how passionate it must be. I looked over to Emma and asked how long Christian and Lucy had been together. She looked at me like I was a crazy person. “They’re not together,” she said very matter-of-factly. “That’s her best friend.” I was shocked at that notion alone but she continued, “Christian is gay, or at least he usually is.” She was so amused that this was something I needed to be told. “He and Hugh have been together for two years!”

I was floored. Every assumption I had made up to that point had been wrong. I was sure she was playing some kind of joke on me. “I didn’t get that impression,” I told her. “I thought he was kind of a player.”

“Oh, that’s just because he fucks everything that moves,” she laughed. I had so many more questions but I thought it best to play it cool. I asked if she needed another drink and made my way over to the bar.

I was talking with Piri and Anthony when Emma came out of the crowd and said we were going to head over to Hugh’s loft. I nodded along, eager to spend more time with this group. It took almost half an hour to actually make it out onto the street. I followed as we made our way in the opposite direction of Emma’s.

Hugh’s apartment had a very open floor plan with sparse furnishings and a great view of the city. The central gathering area consisted of two leather couches atop a faux fur rug. We all piled up on what space we could, tipsy bodies strewn along each other. We were all talking in different directions when one question grabbed all of our attention. “Is he good at eating pussy?” Emma bluntly asked with her arm stretched around Danny. She directed her question at Piri who was now blushing behind that big smile.

The mood was changing. Playful innocence was making way for an open sensuality that the whole group seemed to welcome. I looked around as everyone’s position shifted. No one had moved, but their intentions had all changed. I looked up, noticing Lucy pressing her back into Christian’s broad chest. The whole group was now at attention and waiting for an answer. She nodded her head up and down saying he’s very talented. Anthony rubbed Piri’s leg, a smirk on his face from the compliment. I watched them, a bit turned on by their openness. The conversation continued, but I couldn’t pay much attention. I was looking around at all of these attractive people who were so comfortable in their skin. My eyes had once again become transfixed on Lucy and Christian. His strong, masculine hands rubbing the inside of her lustrous thigh. My heart raced as his fingers inched closer to her core. I was certain I was about to witness what I had been fantasizing about all night, when a rustle turned my attention back to Ant and Piri.

He was on his knees in front of her, her skirt draped over his head as he went to work on her. The image sent a shock to my system. The entire night had such a sexy feel to it, but I hadn’t imagined it making it this far. Out of present company, Ant and Piri were the last two I would have taken for exhibitionists, but as I watched her head tilt back, lips caught somewhere between smiling and moaning, it all seemed to make sense. There was no taboo. This was fun and innocent. Well, about as innocent as oral sex in front of an audience can be. I didn’t want to stare, although no one else seemed all that concerned. My eyes returned to Christian and Lucy. This was all the invitation they needed and ran with it. Her legs lay open on the couch, his hand between them working with purpose and precision. It was what I had been fantasizing about all night: these two gorgeous specimens in search of a passion only the other could provide.

Behind them, Emma and Danny had begun to kiss and I was suddenly aware of what was happening. My eyes shot around the room, entranced by the action when Piri gripped my wrist. I turned to her, the look of desire on her face. She pulled me closer, looking deep into my eyes. Our connection was no longer friendly; this was passion. I lost myself in looking at her. I had almost completely forgotten that her partner’s tongue currently rippled beneath her skirt. We leaned into each other and our lips met. Her tongue swirled in my mouth as the rest of the room faded from my mind. Anthony must have removed himself at some point because Piri was now leaning over me. Her warm body pressed against mine as we slid down to the floor tight in each other’s embrace. I had kissed girls before but this felt different. This was going somewhere. The room’s energy passed through us and we fully embraced it. I felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time as the momentum shifted back and forth between us. I loved kissing her. I remember the softness of her lips as our tongues danced around each other. Her hands moved all over my body as mine eagerly reciprocated. We were in agreement and we knew it. She giggled as my hand slid down from her collarbone over her breast. I could feel her nipples through the shirt’s thin material and wanted to see them. Pulling away from her lips, I opened my eyes and tugged at her shirt. She bit down on her lower lip, more than happy to oblige as I removed her top. Our lips met briefly before I took a moment to marvel at her breasts. Dark, nickel-sized nipples sat upon the perky mounds of her amazing caramel skin. I kissed one and she let out a soft moan. She recovered and began to kiss down the side of my neck. As I brought my head up to meet her I noticed the smile that she simply could not put away. We embraced each other tightly. “You’re amazing,” she whispered in my ear. “I really want to play with Ant. You should join us.”

I was caught a bit off guard. It was the first time since we started that I acknowledged there were other people around us. It felt like I was coming to as I heard the sounds of people in throws of passion. I looked back at Anthony, sitting patiently on the couch enjoying the show taking place before him. He smiled at me as she made her way over to him. The whole situation had made me so hot, and I wanted it to keep going. I followed her over to the couch and sat on the other side of him. They had already begun kissing and I was unsure what to do with myself, but as they separated, I locked eyes with him. He leaned in and allowed me to meet his lips. They were so soft and wet, but I couldn’t ignore the terror I felt kissing someone else’s boyfriend. I pulled away and looked to Piri for confirmation. Her bright smile remained, giving me a sense of peace as she returned to kissing me. It went on like this for a bit, the three of us going back and forth between each other like one big ball of heat. As they began to kiss again, she put her hand on my wrist and led it down to the crotch of Ant’s corduroy pants. He was already hard and pressing through them as I began to rub. She joined me briefly before making her way down to the floor. I followed, happy to let her take the lead. What were the rules here? Was this okay?

My questions were soon answered and she wrestled open his zipper. On my knees, her boyfriend’s erect penis was in front of my face. Rising out of a patch of jet black pubic hair, it curved slightly backwards toward his stomach. She pulled it forward from its base, pointing it toward me. Her eyes met mine with a look as if she was offering a tray of cookies. I didn’t want to turn back now. I wanted this feeling to continue. Closing my eyes, I brought my lips to him. I pushed down as more and more of him filled my mouth. I could feel Piri rubbing my back in friendly companionship as I went down on her boyfriend. I retracted back up his shaft, tightening my lips over its ridge and releasing the tip with an audible pop. Piri looked even more turned on than before. We shared kisses along its length, our lips barely touching around his rock hard phallus. Her hand fondled his balls as she angled him toward her mouth and consumed him. I watched as she bobbed rhythmically over his member.

I caught my breath, looking around the room. Emma sat between Lucy and Danny, taking turns with their affections. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and pheromones. I needed a moment. I ran the tips of my fingers down the small of Piri’s back to signal my departure. She had it from here. As I made my way over to the bathroom I saw a figure sitting in the open bedroom. I looked closer and saw that it was actually Christian on his knees in front of Hugh. I’m a bit embarrassed to say how shocked I initially was, but I had never witnessed a man with another man. I was struck by how intimate the whole scene was. Christian pressed himself closely into Hugh’s lap. His massive shirtless shoulders expanding and contracting as he brought pleasure to his partner. It was their world, and I was merely an observer. I stared at them, entranced by the bliss on Hugh’s face. In that moment our eyes met, thrusting me back into reality. He didn’t seem to mind my presence. If anything he seemed to relish in it. A voyeur in his doorway and an Adonis at his feet. The whole thing felt like some ancient Greek fantasy as the three of us continued to play our roles. The most surprising part for me was how turned on I was getting. I’m not sure which aspect was doing it for me. The watching? The men? The night itself? Whatever it was, I knew that if I did not tear myself away it would consume me.

I made it to the bathroom but I did not stay long. This was happening and I wanted to get back out there. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror at the woman I would not have recognized the night before. My companions had been as accommodating as possible. I felt un-pressured and safe. They had done all they could; the next step would have to be all my own. It was there if I wanted it. All I had to do was take the leap. I ventured back out into the living room. The party had progressed significantly since my hiatus. The whole room was totally naked now. It was quite the reversal. Standing there fully dressed, I had never felt so exposed. I had no idea how to rejoin the festivities as panic began to set in. Had I missed my window? Just then from across the room I heard Christian’s booming voice, “What are fuck you still doing dressed?” he yelled. “Get that sexy body out there!” Under any other circumstances I would have been mortified, but in this instance it was just the push I needed to get out of my own head, and he was my hero for it. He was totally nude and unabashed as he sauntered back into the room like some victorious gladiator. Sweat glistened off him, accentuating the deep cuts of his abdomen, drawing the eye downward to the perfect V shape sitting atop his hips. He was very well endowed and obviously aware of it as he let his swinging member lead him back toward the rest of the group. I quickly stripped down to my thong and followed his lead over to the couch.

The party had already started. Emma lay sprawled out across the couch, her shoulders resting in Dan’s lap, Lucy between her legs. It was my first time seeing her naked, and what an experience it was. Her skin clung tightly to her body, goosebumps across her chest as it rose and fell with shallow breath; her legs loosely wrapped around Lucy bowed outward, inviting her in. Dan and Lucy wanted to explore her and she was ready for it. She giggled, lifting herself to meet their touch. Two sets of hands explored the curves of her body, taking their time to excite every inch of her. We were all in this together, and my body pulsed with energy. Phantom sensations passed through me as I watched them run their fingers about her. Lucy’s hand now rested on Emma’s pubic bone preparing to explore. Her fingers danced their way down to the entrance between her thighs and made contact. Emma’s body visibly jarred as the instrument of her pleasure was played from both ends. Danny cupped the entirety of her breasts, massaging them back and forth as Lucy began to pick up speed. Emma’s leg trembled uncontrollably and her abdomen tensed. She looked as if she was going to burst out of her skin. “Oh my god!” had digressed into long singular tones that struggled their way out of her parted lips. Her breath escaped her as her body thrashed beneath Dan’s palms. My eyes followed Lucy’s wrist as it percolated back and forth to the symphony of moisture slapping against skin. I was so wet, I couldn’t imagine how Emma must have felt. How much more could she take? “Fuuuuuuuuu….” she could not complete the syllable, trailing off into a high pitch scream as Lucy persisted. An immense tension had built in her. Every flick of Lucy’s hand brought Emma closer to her breaking point until she could physically take no more. Her body jolted as wave after wave of ecstasy cranked through her in unending succession. Danny struggled to keep her on the couch as her body bowed and bridged, unable to contain what was inside of her. She slowly began to come to. Nervous laughter was all she could muster as she tried to catch her breath.

It had been quite the affair for all of us. Emma had taken the brunt of it, but we had all been affected. Christian sat next to me, tightly gripping his sex, trying not to cum from the visual circus we had just witnessed. I turned toward Danny, greeted by his charming smile. Our eyes locked. We had played our roles as observers and now was the time for action. He pulled me close, his manhood erect and firm between us. We began to kiss as he attempted to lay me down on the floor. I resisted. I had been a passenger all night and I was ready to drive. I pressed back into him, leading him down to the floor with my body. His slim frame was both masculine and adorable. His penis, swollen pink, peaked out of a small tuft of blonde hair falling a few inches below his belly button. I maneuvered him inside me with little struggle, my ass resting on his thighs. He attempted to thrust but I held firm. I was in control now. I worked my body up and down his dick, rubbing myself hard against his groin. I could feel him inside of me, harder than ever, a servant to my sexual needs. I took him from base to tip, then back down, over and over teasing the entire way. We went slow. I wanted to enjoy every bit of this. My nude body mounted atop his for all to see. I had no worries. This was me, and for the first time in a long time I felt great about that. I continued to ride him as my eyes surveyed the room of erotic entanglements. Off to the side Piri was on her knees, face buried into the couch as Anthony’s powerful hips performed their duty behind her. I could hear her muffled moans growing louder with each stroke. It was really doing it for me. Watching and being watched. I had never expected myself to like it, but as I looked over at Lucy, her back to Christian with his enormous cock thrusting between her legs, I was more turned on then I had ever been. Emma was lending a helping hand as Lucy screamed, clawing at the couch in front of her. It was all too much. I could no longer contain myself. I felt like a pot of boiling water left too long on the stove. I rattled and shook, giving in to the overwhelming pressure that had built inside of me. I continued to ride him faster and faster as the sweet release overtook over me, breaking and cresting with such powerful euphoria that I think I may have blacked out.

When I came to a moment later, I was straddled on Danny’s stomach, the two of us breathing deeply. I could feel a sticky wet spot on my ass and took it as a sign that he had finished as well. We lay there as the rest of the room’s activities concluded. I was spent. Christian and Hugh retreated to the bedroom as the rest of us set up for bed. Pillows and blankets had been laid out on a chair like some youthful slumber party. In the morning we all went out for brunch. There was no awkwardness, no obligatory emotions – just a group of friends enjoying a meal together. As we finished up and prepared to set out on our separate ways, I hugged Emma and pulled her close. I thanked her. Not for the invite or the companionship, but for allowing me to experience this with her. I left that restaurant more confident than I had ever been, and that was a gift I could never repay.

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