Everything old is new again when a randy lady rediscovers her long-lost libido.

“Oh, yes! Oh, God, oh, yes!”

New town. New job. New apartment. New noises from upstairs on the balcony. I was in the middle of moving into the neo-classical studio apartment with the view of the San Francisco Bay when I started to notice sultry sounds emanating from upstairs.

Maybe if I hadn’t taken a breather to arrange my plants I would have dismissed the erotic soundtrack as simply part of the city. But I was really drinking in my fresh environment, pausing to pay attention to every little detail. The move had been momentous for me. I was embarking on a brand-new adventure. So I had my ears perked when I heard what was most definitely a sigh of pleasure followed by a moan of bliss and then a whimper of ecstasy. I stared up, but that didn’t help me any. “Up” was the bottom of the balcony above me. My ceiling was their floor. Who they were I didn’t know. I hadn’t met any of my new neighbors. I sat on the lone chaise lounge to listen further.

There was the same type of sigh again. The sound was decidedly, gloriously female. In fact, I deduced after another moment of eavesdropping, all the sounds were most definitely female. This meant that either there was one woman up there on the balcony pleasuring herself loudly, or there were two women upstairs pleasuring each other.

When the sounds became words once more, I held my breath. “Don’t stop, Sarah. Please don’t stop.”

Two women. I smiled at my stellar detective skills. One woman was definitely being taken care of by another. I lay back on the longue and began to touch myself through my charcoal stretch pants, my fingers instantly encountering slippery wetness at my split. I didn’t worry that anyone might see me. My balcony was screened in with bamboo walls on either side. I was up high enough that nobody from the street would have been able to see.

“You like that, Janie?” The second voice was deeper, but definitely female. I started to try to picture what the women looked like. The second woman sounded older than the first to me. That’s when I heard a third voice, “Of course, she likes that. She loves when you tongue her clit like that, the dirty girl.”

“Three!” I said out loud. And then I bit my bottom lip, wondering if the trio had heard my unexpected exclamation. There was sudden silence from above. Then, as if one of the women had gone on her knees to call down through the slats in the balcony railing, a voice said, “Who’s that?”

I didn’t know what to do. I stared up at the pale green tendrils of a spider plant that were hanging down toward my balcony, but they didn’t offer any advice. This wasn’t how I was planning on introducing myself to my new neighbors, but they had clearly heard me and knew I was there. I sucked in a breath of air and said, “My name’s Lily. I’m your new neighbor.”

“Well, hey new neighbor,” came the warm, deep voice. “Why don’t you come upstairs? We’re in 512.”

I’d left my old life behind. An old job, a miserably damp apartment, and a love life so stale I could hardly remember what pleasure felt like. Quickly, I hurried into the apartment, ran a comb through my short hair, and pinched my cheeks for color. I looked down at my outfit. Damn. I was in a white V-neck shirt and gray sweats. Under normal circumstance I would’ve preferred to wear something different. But that would have to do. I hadn’t unpacked my pretty clothes yet.

I hurried up the steps to apartment 512. The door was wide open. Inside, three attractive women sat on a white semi-circular sofa. They were sipping what appeared to be margaritas. They didn’t look like people who had recently made love on a balcony. Well, except for the definite sex vibe in the room. I could almost see the lust in the air. Feeling mildly embarrassed, I introduced myself, and the dark-haired woman on the end of the sofa said, “I’m Jo.” I recognized her voice as the baritone immediately. She was tough-looking but sexy, in jeans and a black vest. On the other edge was a redhead with braids, who turned out to be Sarah. That made the blonde girl in the middle Janie. I was invited to introduce myself, offered a margarita, and after a few sips, I felt more relaxed.

In a short space of time, I explained that I’d moved to California from the Midwest and was looking forward to a whole new life. So far so good. That is until Jo said, “So, you were listening in?”

I froze — then nodded.

“Did you like what you heard?”

And I melted. “Yes,” I said. “You all sounded so sexy.”

“If you thought listening was hot, wait until you see what being part of it is like.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d never found myself in a situation even remotely as exciting before. I reminded myself that I was going to grab life with both hands now — that had been my plan. Except it wasn’t life I grabbed, it was Jo — and she grabbed me back. Her big, muscular arms embraced me, and we kissed. Oh, sweet heaven. Her lips were delightful, and when she started to french me, I closed my eyes and floated from the sensation. That’s when Sarah got involved. She started to touch me from behind, and I felt myself relax into her embrace. Sarah cradled my breasts, and she whispered, “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“No, I haven’t had a chance to unpack any yet.” I said when we paused the kiss to breathe.

“Panties?”

I shook my head. Jo said, “It won’t take much to get her naked.”

With that, they peeled off my clothes and spread me out on the sandy-beige carpet. I was in shock as Janie got between my legs and Jo began to lick my tits. That left Sarah to move around all of us, touching and kissing and petting here and there.

“We meet every Friday evening,” Sarah said as Janie lapped at my clit. “We play around inside and on the balcony, and everyone gets off over and over.”

I was so close so quickly. Jo pushed Janie aside and began to slip two fingers up my snatch. Sarah now moved to nip at my swollen clit, and I began to whimper. I knew I sounded exactly like Janie had out on the balcony. I’d rarely ever made noise when making love before — but I’d never been in a scene like this either. Every Friday — that’s what I kept thinking — every Friday I might be joining in an orgy.

Where I could —

That’s when Janie settled herself on my face, and I began to dine on her pussy. She had pale, birch-blonde pubes, even lighter than the hair on her head. Her juices were delicious, and I focused on lapping up every drop. I was so consumed with her pleasure that I forgot my own for a moment. Until I felt something else inside me, something hard and long and — a motor rumbled to life. I was being fucked with a vibrator! I think I lost it then. I cried out, and the vibrations of my voice brought Janie to her own release. She came, copious sex juices coating my lips, and then she moved off me. Jo immediately licked Janie’s sweetness from my mouth, and Sarah continued to work the toy inside me.

I came again, on the cusp of the first orgasm, and I felt all the worries I’d brought with me from the Midwest evaporate. As Sarah poised to take her turn astride my mouth, and as Jo began to kiss Janie at my side, I realized that I was going to get along in my new home just fine.