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The sun was shining, the birds were singing, I could’ve sworn I’d stepped into an old TV show rerun. Neighbors stopped working on their lawns and waved hello. It was Sunday and it seemed the whole community was milling about and I was all alone. I wished Bastian was there to show me around.
Well, with my man or without him, I was going to find out more about E. Mayberry.
My street was fairly quiet aside from a few lawnmowers and engines purring. A look down the street showed a few men out working on their cars, typical for any neighborhood on any given weekend.
Outside other homes, people tended their gardens and one woman too far away appeared to be sunbathing on a lawn chair.
One thing I did notice was how the sun seemed to shine harder in E. Mayberry. It was like the rest of the world had a permanent cloud hovering over it and sunshine only broke through as it reached my new community. It was lovely. Yes, go ahead and joke. Maybe I, Sunshine, brought it with me, but in truth, I think it belonged in that neighborhood.
Everyone seemed so happy. Sure, I hadn’t really met anyone up until this point, other than my cock plowing neighbor and his overly eager spouse or girlfriend or live-in partner or whatever she was. But as I continue on with my story, you’ll see what I mean.
Close your eyes for a minute and try to remember the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies. Do you remember how dark everything was when one of the teenagers was in a nightmare? And how that contrasted greatly with the chipper family at the dinette first thing in the bright sunny morning? I read once that the director did that on purpose to make the scary parts seem even more gloomy and terrifying. Well that’s kind of how I felt that day as I walked through the neighborhood.
I’d come out of my own horror movie of sorts. The porn star who tried to kill herself. That was me. The nightmare couldn’t be more real. Yet, there I was, standing at the end of a perfectly paved street with nicely manicured lawns and perky neighbors. It was…surreal. I felt I didn’t belong but oh how I wanted to.
Thinking back to the book of rules and regulations I’d left on the living room coffee table, I thumbed the pendant at my neck and was so glad I’d put it on. I knew this was the place for me and all I needed to do now was find a way to fit in. I needed to learn as many names as I could, make lots of friends, make love to my new man, and discover real happiness—something I’d never truly experienced.
As I strolled down my street, my sundress blowing gently in the breeze, my senses felt heightened. Maybe it was the necklace, maybe it was my newfound appreciation for life. Maybe one created the other. It didn’t matter. I felt good.
The scent of fresh baked pies wafted down the street. Apple maybe? Could it be peach cobbler?
Oh my God I haven’t had peach cobbler since I was a kid. That sounds great. With a big scoop of vanilla bean ice cream dabbed on top.
I reminded myself to mention it to Bastion later. There had to be a restaurant somewhere nearby where I could get the dessert.
The rays of the sun kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and my cheeks, and I tingled all over. I felt invincible, susceptible to all the greatness daylight brings but impervious to the sting of a burn. The wind nipped at me but in a fresh, wonderful way. My hair blew back and the breeze blew at my earlobes and at my arms and up into my dress where it teased my pussy.
How is it that I’m horny again? Is it masturbating when you’re enjoying the feel of the wind on your clit?
That’s when I discovered what it was that made E. Mayberry so amazing. Nothing was a sin. Somehow I realized it. Everything was okay. Nothing was forbidden. If I wanted to lift my dress and allow the breeze to take me, my neighbors would probably stand out on their front porches and clap. These were the people who’d relished a round of oral roulette at a party the previous night.
I fucking love Erotic Mayberry.
The sound of laughter and joyful splashing in water called me farther down the street where I found a brown picket fence and before it, a red brick building with a sign that read: E. Mayberry Community Center.
I recognized the place from the party the night before. It looked so different during the day. What had been transformed into a miniature version of the Playboy Mansion was now nothing more than a regular ol’ community center. A look inside was a must but first I wanted to see the pool and find out what all the commotion was about.
“I know you’re hard under that water, Rodge!” a woman’s voice yelled.
Is there anything not about sex in this place?
I peeked through the glass door leading out to the pool, too timid to exit out to where I could be seen. I only wanted to see what was going on. Far back in the pool, a few naked people clung together, but my focus was on what was happening right in front of me, in the shallow end of the pool.
That would be a chicken fight, like the ones I’d always played as a kid, only the combatants were completely naked. Two women, one with perky, definitely fake tits and looked to be no older than twenty-five while the other was a little older, maybe mid-forties with big and beautiful real tits, sat on the shoulders of their two men whose faces were half covered in water.
One man stood up, Rodge I realized, and laughed as he spit water out of his mouth. The other man stood too and their chests were clearly visible. Rodge was younger but slightly pudgy. The older man was in great shape.
“We might need to lose on purpose then so you can take care of that!” Rodge yelled, replying to his girl’s earlier comment about his hard on.
“Don’t you dare,” the younger woman squealed as she smacked the top of his head.
“Go!” the older of the two women yelled.
“You’re goin’ down, Francine!” the younger said.
“Bitch, I only go down by choice!” Francine retaliated.
The men marched forward and the two women collided, grabbing each other’s hands and gripping them tight, leaning right and left, trying to throw each other off. For a second I thought Francine would win. She was clearly stronger. But the younger one was sly and dipped down low, scooped up Francine’s left tit in her lips, and went to work sucking the older woman’s nipple.
