Shocked into Joining

During my last year in law school, I was invited to a hot tub party. I was assuming it would be some beers and conversation, with the girls in bikinis, and the guys in shorts. Boy, was I wrong! As soon as I arrived in George's back yard, I realized I was the only one wearing shorts and a T-shirt. The others there, two girls and two guys sitting on the edge of the hot tub, and another guy and two girls sitting at a picnic table were all naked - as bare as the day they were born. Being the idiot I am, I immediately mumbled "Excuse me," put my hand over my eyes, and turned away, which caused everyone to laugh. They thought I was kidding. As I started taking hasty steps out of the yard, a couple of them who knew me by name said, "Rob, wait! Don't you want to join the party?" What could I do? My instinct told me to not only keep walking away, but to run. But I knew this was something more adult than I had ever experienced before. If I really did run away, they'd be kidding me about being shy, or stupid, or something, for the next 100 years. I think I stood with one foot in the air, and my hand poised on the gate leading out of the yard for fifteen seconds, while I frantically ran the situation through my mind. I finally figured out that I had to stay. Had to. For more reasons than I could count. But let me try: 1. I didn't want to be a laughing stock. 2. This would be an entirely new experience for me. 3. It scared me to death, and my father always said "Confront your fears head-on." 4. The girls, what I had seen of them, were way sexy. 5. I might actually have a good time. But what if I got an erection? (It never occurred to me until later to see if any of the other guys were sporting erections.) But it would absolutely disastrous if I erected in mixed company, wouldn't it? Well, I had to do what I had to do. I turned around, to the cheers of the crowd, and as casually as I could, as if this were an everyday occurrence, I stripped off my clothes. As I was doing so, I got around to glancing at the other guys. I was trying very hard to not look like I was looking at the women's tits, or the guy's cocks. I kept my eyes averted as much as I could. But, on the other hand, I had to glance - couldn't resist. And guess what? Most of the guys had erections. If I had looked more closely, and had more experience in such matters, I might have noticed that many of the women had erect nipples, and that everyone was making sexual innuendos and striking suggestive poses. So, I relaxed about having an erection myself. And I didn't. Then, I started worrying that I might not be able to get hard when I ought to in this situation. I mean, the other guys were mostly erect. While all this was going on, a few more guys arrived (no more girls), and they took off their clothes immediately as if they did this every day. Later I learned that I was the only newbie. All the others had attended several such weekly gatherings at George's. They explained to me that it was a 'masturbation party.' The rules were simple. Everyone could talk, interact in any way they wanted, but no penetration. Oh my goodness! Although I was still quite nervous, I was in heaven. I had never actually seen a live woman up close. Oh sure, I had seen plenty of porn on the Internet, but this was real. They made space for me between two women I had seen at the university but didn't really know. So I sat at the edge of the hot tub. It was really hot, so I had trouble putting my feet in the water. And that's why everyone was sitting on the edge enjoying the vapor, rather than dunking in. As I was slowly letting my feet get used to the water, I brushed shoulders with one of the women, and I kind of flinched. I was embarrassed because I had accidentally touched her. Guess what she did? She pushed up against me. It was only shoulder to shoulder, but her intentions were clear. She was happy to make physical contact with me. The girl on the other side saw that, and pushed up from the other side, making me the meat in a girl-boy-girl sandwich. I was still nervous, but becoming more delighted by the moment. Let me know in the comment area whether you want me to tell you more about the specifics of what happened next. It was the first time I had touched a woman's vagina, let alone breasts, and the first time anyone had touched me in a sexual way.