My kitchen, the one I'd thought was plenty big enough, began to look a little bit on the pokey side. Everyone squashed in as best they could. Himari, Lindsey, Jennifer, Charity and the new girl Mandy.

“Everyone, this is Mandy, my friend and next-door neighbour, more or less. She ...”

“Wait, wait,” Mandy broke in. “Is that more-or-less next-door neighbour, or more-or-less friend?”

For an instant, nobody knew whether to laugh or not. Mandy and I did, so everyone else did too. With the ice now truly broken, I didn't know what to say next.

“I'll let her introduce herself. Mandy.”

“Stella and I have known each other since our childhoods. We've both lived on this road all our lives. We've seen off various boyfriends, husbands and other hangers-on. She's told me what the club is for and I'm keen to, um, find out for myself. I'm quite broadminded, so nothing much will scare me, although I've never actually been with a woman.”

Mandy trailed away into silence before she sank any deeper into the hole she was digging for herself.

“I'd never done it before, either,” I volunteered.

“Me neither,” said Jennifer.

There was a slight pause.

“Before this last week I don't think any of us has done anything more than simply look at another woman's breasts or vagina,” Lindsey summed up for us. “If that!”

We all giggled a little.

“I played around with my cousin, one time,” Charity confessed, her blank eyes attempting to look at us. “But I didn't look!”

There was more laughter. It's the first time I've ever laughed because someone was blind.

We split ourselves up into three groups. Mandy and me, Charity and Himari, and Lindsey and Jennifer. I took Mandy into my bedroom and Lindsey and Jennifer went into the other spare bedroom (the one I'd quickly cleaned and hoovered before everyone arrived). Mandy and I started by holding hands and just talking, gradually becoming easier with our new friend-with-benefit status. We both flopped onto our backs, next to each other on the bed, still talking. As we reminisced about previous periods of our life, my hands delved more curiously onto Mandy's chest or inside her jeans. She had large boobs which were held up by her bra magnificently as she lay on her back next to me. I started gently by simply rolling myself onto my front and tracing my finger all around her upstanding breasts, still under her top and firmly in her bra. She watched my finger do its thing. My other fingers joined in, as she seemed to be enjoying it, and soon my hands were all over her bust, still covered by her top and a heavy-duty bra.

She sat up a bit and took her top off, revealing her bra underneath. I looked at it and slipped my fingers all around the cups and the straps. It was a large-cupped black one with plenty of under-wiring and strong fabric, which was very necessary. My fingers stroked its silky lacy outer material and delved increasingly into each cup. The cups were moulded and enveloped her E-sized boobs perfectly, holding them in position against all the odds, while her bra straps were strong but not huge given the work they had to do. I played there for a minute or so while she sat there and let me while studying mine and stroking them lightly.

I reached behind her back and one-handedly failed to get her bra strap undone. She put one hand behind her back and the bra suddenly flipped into a relaxed non-supportive position. I helped her take it off completely, and she lay back again. Now her breasts, being unsupported in any way, hung down her chest and slightly away from each other. I stared at them, put my hands under each one, and lifted them up and around while Mandy went on watching.

I sat up and turned around, kneeling on my legs, and looked down at Mandy, still on her back and talking about her wedding to her recently-ex. I undid the buttons on her jeans, then pulled them down to her knees (as far as I could get), uncovering her black stretchy polyester knickers. She kept talking, about how her husband's uncle had ogled her for the entire reception, without pausing for breath while I wrestled down her knickers. She continued telling me about what her new mother-in-law had said about - well, something. I confess, I wasn't really listening anymore.

She was bigger than I had thought. Her breasts were medium-sized but quite floppy and once out of the bra, they fell to each side of her ample chest as far as they could go. And she had quite a bit of hair 'down there', not long and unkempt, but still quite a large triangular area almost overshadowed by a stomach that could do with a week's dieting.

What she did also have was a large port-wine birthmark on her stomach and left side, from her waistline up to and over her left breast. The skin was the same as the rest of her skin, it was just a different colour.

She paused in her life history just long enough to smile ruefully and say, “yes, sorry about that”, then carried on with her monologue. I quickly stripped my own clothes off and we both fell into each other's arms, our breasts and pussies in close and personal contact.

She felt, rather than saw, my clitoris. In the middle of a story about a picnic with her newly married husband that went badly wrong, she faltered and stopped. I smiled to myself and thrust my pelvis a little harder into hers. Her eyes dropped down to see what it was but our bodies were too close together and she couldn't see anything. I sat back up on my haunches exposing the between-my-legs area and waited for her to react.

She did.

“Wow, Stella, that's an amazing ...” she stopped, not sure what to call it.

“Clitoris,” I finished her sentence for her.

She sat up and put her hand out and took it. It was the most gentle touch it has ever had. She cupped it in her hand and sat up straighter and had a closer look at it. It began to twitch with the stimulation it was getting. Her eyebrows metaphorically rose at the same rate that my clit rose. She leaned forward and popped it into her mouth.

Oh, what a sensation! Warm, wet, gently moving. She began to suckle it, her tongue enveloping the shaft and then the rounded end which pulsed stronger each second. I slowly sank back onto the bed, Mandy's mouth following me until I was flat on my back and my clit big and bold inside her mouth. My breasts tingled and my nipples tightened. I grabbed my nipples in my fingers and pinched them and pulled them around my chest. And by some quirk of the way I was lying I could see Mandy's different coloured breasts dangling in front of me, large and languid, one skin-coloured and the other a dark red or purple colour. I fantasised about pulling them around, too. When I'd finished fantasising about doing it, I did it. Her breasts swung around like the bells of St Clement's.

Of course, I came suddenly, some fluid spurting out from between my lips all over Mandy's chin despite me trying to keep my legs together to somehow reduce the flow, but she kept going. My clit throbbed and clenched while she sucked and sucked.

Eventually, she stopped, and flopped onto her back herself, her breasts jiggling around as she landed. We lay there, silent for almost the first time in half an hour. I rolled over and found myself face to face with her hairy pussy. Now, normally, I don't like a lot of hair, especially on someone else's pussy that I'm about to stick my nose into. (Normally? What am I saying??) However, Mandy's was different. The hair was present but neatly trimmed to like a Grade 2. Not long enough to catch in a zip, for things to get caught in it or get between my teeth, but just long enough to be there, as a statement of self-expression. In fact, it was really clean and smelled very nice, apple and cinnamon, I rather thought. Mandy was very aware of the closeness of my face and specifically my mouth and tongue to her labia, and I did not disappoint her. I separated her labia, the left from the right, and the skin stretched tighter as I eased them apart. Mandy didn't seem to react to the skin on her lips being stretched like a balloon being blown up. I licked the taut fleshy areas, first one side then the other.

Lightly but firmly my tongue did its work, and pay-day came quickly. She writhed in pleasurable agony while her orgasm took hold of her for a few seconds. And again we both flopped back onto our backs and lay there in satisfied silence.

I never did hear the full story of what happened to her ex the day after the absolute came through. And she never talked quite as much during sex again. I guess the talking had been a cover-up for any residual nervousness or shyness.

I left Mandy lying on the bed playing with herself and went out into the corridor. Himari was leading Charity by the arm, both naked and Lindsey was sitting in Jennifer's wheelchair while Jennifer was on the floor with her useless legs spread out around her. Lindsey caught my eye, signalling that Jennifer had 'made her do it'.

“Is Mandy in there?” asked Jennifer. “I want to go and say hello.”

Lindsey stood up and Jennifer pushed herself up from the floor and into the wheelchair, then wheeled herself into a bedroom and Himari and I went into the other one.

Coming back to Himari was like coming back to an old familiar part of town after having been to exciting new places. I don't mean that like it sounds - perhaps I could say it's like coming home from a holiday. I'd worked with her the longest and knew her the best. Both naked and with our clothes in different rooms we homed in on each other and clinched straight away. We almost melted into one another. We weren't exactly the same height but our breasts met full-on and cushioned the clinch a little. Nipple to nipple and vagina to vagina, our bodies felt like they were merging into one. We pushed against each other in a sort of flurry of urges. In addition, there was a slight whiff of sweat and musk (which I recognised as mine, and which I hoped Himari didn't).

“Sorry, I'm sweating a bit, Stella.”

No, she didn't. Fine.

“It doesn't matter, Himari. I thought it was me anyway.”

Leaving me still standing upright, Himari slid down my torso and knelt on the floor. She pushed her face into my damp crotch and took some deep breaths.

“Mmm, Stella, you smell great!”

She continued sniffing while I put my hands on her head and ruffled her hair. I felt her wet warm tongue doing a number on my clitoris, which was standing to attention and enjoying itself. I fondled her ears and lightly tidied her hair. I felt my legs beginning to tremble from the effects of the hormones swilling around my system, set off to begin with by Mandy and brought to a higher plane by Himari. I couldn't keep upright, so I slowly toppled onto the bed. Himari laid me out on my back, positioned her labia over my throbbing clit and lowered herself onto it, making sure with one hand that it slipped between her two lips and penetrated her vagina, even if only by a hair's breadth. I pushed upwards and she pushed downwards, then we rubbed each other. I felt her wet lips rubbing on the sides of my shaft, and she felt a woman's 'penis' inside her pussy. No wonder both of us exploded with another, stronger orgasm.

I lay there while Himari changed position and sucked me dry between my legs.

“You are just so good, Himari!”

I watched my hands playing with Himari's pendulous breasts and tightening nipples and we both orgasmed again. Or finished the one we had started.

We were the last to get to the kitchen table where our coffees were waiting for us (thank you, Jennifer). We were also the only naked ones at that point, the others had kept better track of where all their clothes were. Mandy was talking about her birthmark. She had pulled up her top and was letting the others take a good long stare at it, something we'd all been dying to do but didn't have the chutzpah. She merely held her bra up on one side letting her purple breast flop downwards and watched unconcernedly while we all gawked. Charity was the only one not particularly benefiting from this. She'd been trying to stare at it by not staring at it, but she was too far away, so she asked Mandy to describe it to her.

“OK, a large area of my skin on the left side of my body from my waist up to the top of my left breast is a different colour to the rest of my skin. The skin is exactly the same apart from the colour. Some birthmarks are where the skin is hardened or in small lumpy boils and crevices. You can't tell by feeling it where my birthmark starts or ends. Here, let me take your finger and I'll show you,” she explained.

Mandy took Charity's outstretched finger and traced it into and out of the birthmark area which was all around her stomach, left side and breast.

“Can you feel a difference?” she asked.

“No, not really,” Charity replied. “If I can look at it close up I might be able to see it.”

We all moved up a bit so Charity could get close. She peered closely at Mandy's skin from various angles, and really tried to see the different colours. She studied Mandy's breast from every angle possible, and from a distance of only two or three inches. After a while, she gave up.

“No, I can't see the difference. I don't see in colour at the best of times, my cataracts filter the colour out of everything, and my detached retinas leave areas of blankness where I can't see anything at all, colour or not. I have to look at something close up from a side angle to see the general shape of something. Colours, and things further away from me, I can't see them at all. I have to 'see' by touching and feeling.”

Charity told us this without self-pity or rancour, just as if she was reading the instructions on a microwaveable pudding.

She sat up and looked around at us without seeing us. We could see her, though, and her eyes which looked wide open, pale beige and almost completely sightless. She knew we were all looking at her eyes, so she smiled and just let it all happen. She simply turned her head slowly around us to make sure we could all have a good look. Which we did. Our eyes stared into hers, and hers wavered uncertainly back at our chins or some other parts of our anatomy.

Lindsey, sitting next to Charity, put her hand under one of Charity's breasts, cupping it gently, to signify empathy. Charity put her hand under Lindsey's, snuggling it up a little further. I jumped on this bandwagon and put my hand under Charity's other breast, now covered by her bra and top - somehow she'd managed to find all her clothes spread on the floor in various rooms. The others all put one hand under the breast of whoever was sitting within range. Easy with me and Himari, we were the only ones not wearing bras. We sat there, just enjoying the moment. After a few ticks, everyone stirred as if it was going-home time, all of a sudden.

“How did you manage to find all your clothes, Charity?” asked Lindsey, teasing her friend a little. “I eventually found my bra under Stella's bed!”

“I'm not sure I did,” she replied, straight-faced and teasing Lindsey back. “I just put on the first ones I found!”

We all laughed again, while I washed up the coffee cups and the others put on their coats.

For tomorrow's meeting, Lindsey, Himari and Mandy had organised themselves to meet at Lindsey's house somewhere near the canal, so that left me, Jennifer and Charity to meet at Jennifer's house.

And Rover, the cat, would have a nice quiet evening by herself.